<?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-8701287823164542980</id><updated>2012-02-26T10:26:31.807+13:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='christianity'/><category term='guinea pig chester'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='me'/><category term='uni'/><category term='work and colleagues'/><category term='food'/><category term='workout'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='random'/><category term='emo'/><category term='pets'/><category term='photoblog'/><category term='exciting stuff'/><category term='events'/><category term='accident'/><category term='photos'/><category term='outing'/><category term='bebo'/><category term='work'/><category term='ball'/><title type='text'>-My Life My Story-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy C</name><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>364</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4172215563280181786</id><published>2009-04-26T20:16:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:24:16.121+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it's been a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quick update regarding work. i've recently been promoted to the premium team, whicih means we deal primarily with VIP customers, but when it gets busy, we deal with some domestic calls as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the new role has made me like my job a little more. a month ago, i would've told you i really hated my job and that i would want to be a stay at home mum instead. obviously the latter isn't an option as i am not married nor do i have kids (no, my puppies dont count!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i am in the premium team, i'm faced with multiple challenges each day and i am absolutely loving it. i was getting very bored with my old role, seeing that everyday just repeats itself and i was progressing a little faster than a lot of other people as i am a fast learner when i choose to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the new role also mean dealing with people who knows exactly what they want whichi is usually nice (can be nasty at other times), and also less phone calls each day. less phone calls means no sore or dry throat half way through the day. and VIP calls mean these people either have the moolah *kaching* or it's a trip covered by their company so they do not worry about spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being new in the team, i am very well looked after by my fellow team mates..and being the youngest (i think) is nice too :) everyone in my new team are a few years older than me, so to them, i'm like a little baby sister who is just learning to walk so they are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh it's nice when a promotion is waved in your face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4172215563280181786?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4172215563280181786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4172215563280181786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4172215563280181786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4172215563280181786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-its-been-long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4932095374817099156</id><published>2009-02-21T16:47:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:49:18.136+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes you feel so certain about something, then you think back to yesteryears and the feeling of being so certain of that something comes crumbling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i go dig up on the past...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4932095374817099156?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2125659653116069546</id><published>2008-12-21T07:46:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:53:24.708+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's interesting that i suddenly have the urge to blog. i haven't written a post for quite a while now..probably about a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how so many blogs are starting to die off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just felt like ranting, hence why i'm blogging =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate working the 6 day week shifts. it's so exhausting, especially when you're at the 4th day and your brain automatically thinks that one more day of work, and days off would be right there. nope. you have to trick your brain into thinking it's only the 3rd day, and that there are 2 more days before i get a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to sleep early, esp when i have early shifts. i'm usually in bed by around 10pm when i have early starts, but i dont fall asleep till a bit later, resulting in difficulties in waking up in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my 5th day of working today, and i really am just sitting by my desk stoning away.....and when i answer calls, i do them half-heartedly, which is really bad! i try to do the whole positive thingking thing (because i've just been sent away on a positive thinking course), and it works for a little while, then i lose it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think i'm going crazy and my body cant handle the exhaustion. signs that i'm growing old =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work is work. no work, no money, no good. so here's to work, and another 8hours and 6 minutes of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8738391207698117845</id><published>2008-11-08T18:23:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:34:57.906+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i think the whole house-hunting can finally halt right now.&lt;br /&gt;i am SO sick so looking on trademe, searching for new listings on a daily basis, hoping to find somewhere we both like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i am the picky one when it comes to getting a place to stay in. why? because the house has to be fairly new, and obviously must not smell and must look clean as well. especially the kitchen and bathroom. if neither of those look nice, i wont even look further around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, the bf went to look at a house that i found on trademe yesterday after searching blindly. we drove there before i started my afternoon shift today and i quite liked it from the outside. for the price they were asking, it seems very decent, compared to all the other places we've looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not 100% confirmed that we will be getting that place (even though the owner has said yes), as we haven't signed any official documents and he wants to meet me and junior tomorrow. yes, pets are allowed and the owner seems to like dogs as well =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once everything has been signed and confirmed for, i will let you all know the details, and that sure calls for a celebration - HOUSE WARMING! yeayaaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8738391207698117845?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8738391207698117845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>junior is all cuddled up in bed beside me while i'm time-wasting online. he's been pretty goof lately with his toilet habits, esp in our room where he only toilets on the newspaper. but every now and then, there's an accident here and there but i really dont mind that. afterall, he's only 3 months, going on 4 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since he's been go good with his toilet habits, i've taken it one step further with him by letting him cuddle with us at night before sleeping. he'll usually fall asleep immediately while on the bed with us, and we know this by his litting snores. it's soooo cute =p but anyway, usually about 3-5 hours later, he'll start shuffling around which is his sign to go toilet. so i'll carry him and chuck him onto the floor and he'll go to the newspaper to toilet. he'll then move to either his bed or one of our laundry baskets to fall asleep in till morning comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when his daddy's alarm goes off, he'll wake up, run to my bedside and wait to be picked up to be put back in bed again. he does this without fail EVERY morning, as long as i'm still in bed. he'll jump around in bed for a few minutes, happy to be close to us again, and he'll settle down after a while and go back to sleep, this time in mummy's arms until mummy is ready to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got sick the other day, after eating weird stuff like biltong (dried &amp; preserved meat). he was very very inactive when i woke up, and this is after throwing up twice. he didnt even jump around when i brought food to him like he usually does and that got me WORRIED sick! i quickly called work to see if they could approve annual leave for me so i could take him to the vet and stay home to look after him. all was good so i made an appointment to see the vet that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was diagnosed with some stomach bug thingy, and he got given an injection for antibiotics and i had to starve him for 12 hours -_- that was really really hard coz he seemed so hungry, he went around the house licking and eating everything that he found, be it paper bits, hair or dust bunnies :S but he managed to pull through with some electrolytes that was prescribed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total cost at the vet was nzd$114 for his antibiotics, electrolytes and vet consultations..it was realllyy expensive, but at least after his injection, he looked happy again and when we got home, he was running around again and that made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's still on antibiotics now, but i'm very strict on what he eats and etc - i'm making him plain porridge everyday, and i chuck in a small piece of his chicken treats just to make it a little yummier and he eats everything under 5 minutes, being the glutton that he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apart from that, the vet said he's a very healthy and good looking boy, though a but pudgy on his sides, but do not fret as mummy has come up with the best exercise plan for him - play catch while mummy watches tv =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's pretty much my junior, after being with us for over a month :) he is my bundle of joy, and my little furball spoiled with love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-261751076429376087?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/261751076429376087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=261751076429376087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/261751076429376087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/261751076429376087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/11/junior-is-all-cuddled-up-in-bed-beside.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1637321779125016100</id><published>2008-10-11T14:14:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:18:20.544+13:00</updated><title type='text'>amoxycillin</title><content type='html'>feeling kinda drowsy and i keep going to the toilet for "butt piss" which is not exactly pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was prescribed amoxycillin the other day, i wasn't too sure if i was allergic to is. i remember being prescribed an antibiotic last year/ earlier this year and i had the same "butt piss" problems - guess i now am 100% sure that it is amoxycillin. i should really let me doctor know of this so they'll have a record in my file..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 2 days off work coz i was feeling quite sick. ended up with quite a bad sorethroat on thursday morning, so went to the doctor who said i have a very inflamed throat and there's lots of creamy gunk (ew!) in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days of rest, well..sorta (it's hard to rest while looking after a puppy coz he doesnt understand why i'm in bed all day), i still am feeling crap. worst is having to wake up early this morning to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring at the screen makes me go all woozy. this sucks. i wanna go home :( &lt;br /&gt;lucky i have 3 days off from today onwards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1637321779125016100?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4485293221804203478</id><published>2008-09-29T13:25:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:31:31.382+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SOAhgNDvmKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Bfu4yM_IU7E/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234002658891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SOAhgNDvmKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Bfu4yM_IU7E/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little baby's sleeping while i'm watching the mummy: the tomb of the gradon emperor, and blogging at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime my baby makes the slightest movement, i'll turn to look in his direction..andi'm SO tempted to pick him up to cuddle him while he sleeps. i have a great feeling that this baby of mine will be extremely spoilt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's worth all that i have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4485293221804203478?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4485293221804203478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4485293221804203478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4485293221804203478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4485293221804203478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SN8H5Mq1jXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fiRWMJ74y3A/s320/Image280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stefan and i have been busy playing mummy and daddy throughout the whole weekend. we bought a puppy last week, and brought him home on friday. i'll be taking him home to his seller tomorrow because our current flatmates are no big fans of dogs so they wont let us keep him here permanently. the deal with the seller is i get to bring him home on my days off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's pretty tiring playing mummy. junior (our puppy's name) is not toilet trained yet so it's really a pain cleaning up after him all the time. when he pees, we need to soak up the pee from the carpet and then spray carpet cleaner on it. if he poos, well be sure hope there's newspaper around, but if there isn't, then mummy has to pick the poo up and throw it away &gt;"&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;junior's a chihuahua x pommie. he doesnt look like a purebred chihuahua, but rather a cuter version of chihuahua..actually, more like a jack russell. a lot of people seem to think he's a jack russell coz he has the markings of one. but he behaves very much like a chihuahua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get woken up in the wee hours of the morning to clean up his wee and poo, and at night i have to wake up several times just to make sure he's sleeping alright. it's so much like looking after a baby to be honest! except junior doesnt cry at night while sleeping :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that'll be it now. i'm done eating my sour dough bread, and the 2 boys are upstairs having their afternoon nap so mummy can have some time to herself (finally!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5469602622059075206?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5469602622059075206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5469602622059075206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5469602622059075206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5469602622059075206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/09/stefan-and-i-have-been-busy-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SN8H5Mq1jXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fiRWMJ74y3A/s72-c/Image280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-788532772304324848</id><published>2008-09-15T20:45:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:09:14.859+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday, i got stalked by some turkish guy. i was walking close to imax in town, by myself, as the bf was meeting up with his friend, when i got stopped by a random person for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now, when this person stopped me, i felt a strange sensation. i knew someone had been following me closely while looking at me (you know how you get that feeling when someone is starring at you...). anyway, the guy asked for the time, and i told him the time, and then smiled politely and walked off after he said thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then what he did next was, catch up with me, and tried talking to me. like asking where i was from, and telling me about himself and how he's lived here for this long and stayed in aust for this long. then he started asking about malaysia and etc and i just said "it's nice and hot" and smiled, and kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i got outside the store i wanted to go to, he blocked my way. i told him that i've reached my destination, and that i would like to go in the store. he started blabbering on about himself, and so i listened for a short while, and attempted to walk into the store again. he then blocked my way again, and started saying "you're a stranger to me, i'm a stranger to you..can i ask you a question? if you're free maybe later or tomorrow, maybe i can take you for coffee?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-____________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at this point i just glared at him, and said "sorry i have a bf" and walked off. and then he tried blocking my way again and said "oh it's nothing like that!!" and i replied "no, sorry, thanks, bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was so freaked out by then because first of all, he stalked my from mid city (by smith&amp;amp;caughey's) all the way to imax. then he blocked my way, and then asked me out for coffee?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eh what do you think i am? some china aunty that you can ask out and then try to gain residency by being with me? no thanks la, you stink turkish man. you're so short (my height) and how dare you block my way and pretend to ask for the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i had pepper spray with me, i would've sprayed 5 times in his damn ugly face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope he burns himself while frying sausages in the kitchen and due to his luck, the sausage will fall on his dick and burn it off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and jokingly, the bf said "aw you broke his heart today" to which i added "yeap. he'll probably go do some suicide bombing tonight to kill us all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i bought sheer cover and i arrived in the mail today! i've just tried it on, and i love the results! it feels like i'm not wearing any foundation, but at the same time, it looks like i am! my skin looks flawless :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246171837764733810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SM4lfbSgC3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/1wyCgh_knDM/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-788532772304324848?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SM4lfbSgC3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/1wyCgh_knDM/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2619382907610166019</id><published>2008-09-08T06:57:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:09:55.922+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>following the post below the previous one, i havent walked home once :P i've been catching the bus from victoria park market right up to the shell station by my place. what a bum i've been! at least i'm walking up and down 2 flights of stairs per day. and walking across victoria park to catch the buss :P i still think i'm getting more exercise done now, than when i was working on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been house hunting for a bit. found quite a few nice places within walking distance from my work place. there're a couple just across the road, and the area is just nice. it felt really cosy when we did a quick drive through there last night. the places looked pretty new as well, and the complex has the whole gym+lap pool+sauna as well! and one of the places we found allows pets, but the rent is like nzd395, which we both think is pretty steep for an unfurnished place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from house hunting, i've been chihuahua hunting as well. trademe and t&amp;amp;e seems like the best places to look for pups. other classifieds have lots of pet scams going on where they say they'll ship the puppies to you, and all you need to do is pay the shipping fee and the puppy comes free. i read stories where after paying the shipping fee, the sellers will contact you and say that your puppy is stuck on a random island, and that's when they'll start demanding for more money from you and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in touch with one of them pet scammers, and we went as far as organising shipping. i told them that i work in the airlines industry so i get special rates for cargo and that i'll arrange shipping myself. the response i got was a pretty -ve one, where they've pretty much lost interest in trying to 'scam' me coz obviously they would get nothing out of it..in the end, they just stopped replying my emails. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ridiculous thing is, they 'give' you a free puppy. then they shipping fees are like, 10% of what you would actually pay. wow, these people sure are animal lovers ay...they're even willing to cover 90% of the shipping costs for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bollocks! i'm smarter than that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the hunt for houses will keep going, and so will be chihuahua search :) if you know anyone who's selling a smooth coat/short haired chihuahua, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2619382907610166019?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2619382907610166019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2619382907610166019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2619382907610166019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2619382907610166019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/09/following-post-below-previous-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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-8701287823164542980.post-935304291262348851</id><published>2008-08-31T10:54:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:56:59.020+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh i'm all flattered now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a customer called up to enquire about something, and this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cust: blablabla what time will they arrive?&lt;br /&gt;amy: blabla around 1930 but give it about an hour before you pick them up&lt;br /&gt;cust: oh ok. WOW where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;amy: auckland&lt;br /&gt;cust: WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;amy: auckland, in new zealand&lt;br /&gt;cust: oh...you have a very beautiful accent! i love it! you should keep it!&lt;br /&gt;amy: aww thank you! i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like recording myself when i speak now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-935304291262348851?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/935304291262348851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=935304291262348851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/935304291262348851'/><link rel='self' 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fontein's), so i though why not make coney dogs for dinner tonight! i havent had a coney dog in like....YEARSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can wait to start cooking it! i hope it'll turn out well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just dyed my hair a dark shade of red. hopefully my blonde highlights wont show up after dyeing! cant wait till i see the results in 30 minutes time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home home yesterday, and my dad loved my cooking :D i made baked salmon and honey and soy beef stirfry with boiled veges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mum got home, i asked her how many cups of rice she usually cooks, and she said 3. i made 4, and all of us wiped the rice pot clean! when my mum saw how big the salmon was, she said "aiya why so big! cannot finish la!" haha boy was she wrong! everyone was looking for more salmon long after it was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stir fry beef..my poor daddy thought it was all gone when he came back for seconds. but there was still half in the frying pan and when i told him that, he quickly ran back to the kitchen to get more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy when my food is appreciated like that! and before i left, my dad said to me "compliments to the chef! very nice food! can you come back and cook again tomorrow please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm typing all these random stuff. i'm gonna go now, ta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2214232796982826644?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2214232796982826644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2214232796982826644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2214232796982826644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2214232796982826644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-menu-tonight.html' title='on the menu tonight..'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8857786929302196492</id><published>2008-08-26T16:34:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:41:32.336+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harro people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some idiot said i'm lazy :P wonder who that idiot is..because a little birdie told me he weights TWICE as much as me! :P jokes la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've started working over in the city, and it's awesome! it's like starting my job all over again to a fresh start, and everything's been amazing since i started yesterday. the place is really flash, and you get very nice people there! my new team leader's awesome as well..she doesn't give the standard "let's check that with the ops supervisors" which my previous team leader used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my darling's been nice enough to wake up before 6am everyday to drop me off at work to make sure i get there on time, safe and sound. then he will drive my car back, and park it round the back where i've hired a parking lot. then when i'm done with work, i'll either walk home or catch the bus home, depending on whether i feel like being healthy or not, and also on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home yesterday, and it took about 35 minutes which is pretty reasonable. today, i caught the bus home, and it took almost the same amount of time as walking because we were waiting for another driver to take over the shift for a good 10 minutes i think? so i've decided, i'll try to walk as much as possible when the weather's fine and i'll bring my running shoes to work so i can walk home in comfort :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of joining tepid baths again so i go for a swim on my way home - something that i havent done in a loonnggg time and i really feel like swimming again just to be fit and healthy! but i'll consider that again, coz it's not very cheap to join a membership there. i have to really commit myself to doing it, otherwise i might as well go as a casual customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still on the search to get a puppy, so if you know anyone who has a chihuahua that they want to sell/ give away, please let me know ok? it doesnt need to be a puppy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8857786929302196492?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8857786929302196492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8857786929302196492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8857786929302196492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8857786929302196492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/harro-people-some-idiot-said-im-lazy-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-9045026700082797746</id><published>2008-08-22T21:40:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:41:28.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scrap tha puppy thought. the owners of the puppy have came back to me and said they cant hold it even if i paid upfront...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm emo-ing super hard out on a friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-9045026700082797746?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/9045026700082797746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=9045026700082797746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/9045026700082797746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/9045026700082797746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrap-tha-puppy-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4106560213706109610</id><published>2008-08-22T08:26:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:40:42.371+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday evening, the boy and i went to have a look at a puppy out in papatoetoe. we were waiting in the lounge and then the owner of the pups brought 2 puppies out and they were the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she passed the one that i've been eyeing to stefan and he carried it for a while to see if his allergies would be triggered, and me being the mischievious one, i started doing fanning motion with my hands to 'fan' the pup's fur to his face, and yet, still no reaction. this was when i rejoiced silently in my heart (trying not to be too excited la)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when stefan passed it on to me, he said "i think it peepeed" and i passed the puppy back to him immediately. i was wearing my bubble jacket la, and i dont want it to pee on my jacket coz i have no intention of washing it anytime soon, until the weather gets better ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the puppy..omg it's so cute and gorgeous! it's got the whole puppy eye thing going, and it's so tiny it could just sit comfortably on one of stefan's arm! and it wasn't yappy or anything like that :P it just sat there silently, letting me pet and scratch him! grrr i kept saying too stefan i wanna bring it home RIGHT THEN! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the pup costs nzd350 (the chinese in me managed to haggle the price to a bit lower) and i'm thinking of getting it. the reason i didnt get it right then and there is because, we're not allowed any pets at our current place, and one of our flatties HATES dogs. we spoke to the owners of the pups about holding it for us till november, and we'll pay for the puppy up front, and pay for its food and etc, and they've agreed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think that's what i'll do, and bring the puppy over like once a week to stay a night or something so at least i still get to spend some time with that little bundle of joy after paying for it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i pay for it first and bring it home in november when we get our own place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it for now and look for another pup in november?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: at work now, so cant access trademe to get the pic, but i will post it up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4106560213706109610?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5100625875923050720</id><published>2008-08-18T20:25:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:27:50.252+12:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm cupcake goodness ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SKkyVqfvPOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tenxjnyySgA/s1600-h/DSCN3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235771389560962274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SKkyVqfvPOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tenxjnyySgA/s320/DSCN3424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my latest cupcake creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gotta love the combination of colours in the main swirl :)&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/8701287823164542980-5100625875923050720?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5100625875923050720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5100625875923050720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5100625875923050720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5100625875923050720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/mmm-cupcake-goodness.html' title='mmm cupcake goodness ^.^'/><author><name>Amy C</name><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/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SKkyVqfvPOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tenxjnyySgA/s72-c/DSCN3424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6507179388408348014</id><published>2008-08-16T20:30:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:31:21.510+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>le sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i cant have a dog afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely out of mood and i dunno what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6507179388408348014?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6507179388408348014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6507179388408348014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6507179388408348014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6507179388408348014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/le-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7382139711453503139</id><published>2008-08-13T13:05:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:14:31.606+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the last few days, we've been playing nintendogs on his DS and we have a miniature schnauzer named...poobum! lol, yes i know, what a name, but that aside, it's made me realise how much i actually want a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so after a few discussions (more like pleas from my side), we're considering to have a dog at our new place when we move out. i've decided that i want a chihuahua coz they are so small and are low maintenance. i've been reading up all morning about chihuahuas and apparently they will get enough exercise roaming around a small apartment! amazing eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus, because a chihuahua is so tiny, i can bring it out with me easily when i go shopping or whenever i'm out. and the most important thing is, since my boy is allergic to animal fur, we can get the short haired breed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm so excited! i saw some ads just a moment ago and i fell in love with one of the chihuahuas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233803946864546946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SKI09bTmFII/AAAAAAAAAWg/09CiQIflmgg/s320/ad67f9bf2605c70a60dda2241961-1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pic courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoos.co.nz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.adoos.co.nz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh love at first sight. lol..but anyway, i'm gonna try my luck to see if i can get one sooner :P i'm sooooooooooooooo excited! and even better news, they only cost about nzd10 a week to look after, and vet expenses every now and then, which works out to be nzd150-nzd200 a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can afford that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I WANT A CHIHUAHA NOWWWW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7382139711453503139?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7382139711453503139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7382139711453503139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7382139711453503139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7382139711453503139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-few-days-weve-been-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SKI09bTmFII/AAAAAAAAAWg/09CiQIflmgg/s72-c/ad67f9bf2605c70a60dda2241961-1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5615185568725054631</id><published>2008-08-07T11:22:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:08:18.292+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's almost noon and i'm still at home, even though it's a working day. yes, i start my late shifts from today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to go buy some books at fox outlet on my way to work later, so i will have something to keep me occupied during the quiet times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the late shifts, now that i've moved out of home. i never really did mind doing the late shifts when i was working as a lifeguard. i guess it's because work was really close to home, plus is was always fun working late coz you get to lounge around after 7pm. but with my current job, it's different. work is about 15 minutes drive away, and when i get home, it's quite late and i dont get to spend much time with the bf, coz he'll be in bed an hour or so after i get home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but such is life, innit? you take it as it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling a it sick yesterday. took some dimetapp before going to bed, and it kept me sleeping the whole night. i woke up at 0545, feeling as if i've had 12 hours of sleep! and this morning, i feel much better and very much revived from the good night's sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see the doc regarding my itchy spots and my ibs. the itchy spots..apparently it's some sort of bug that clings to your clothes/ laundry when you dry them and bite you when you put the clothes on. i dont really see the logic to this, coz i only get the itchy spots in winter? i can only think of it as eczema, but whatever, she gave me some cream to soothe the itch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for my ibs, i need to do a poop test. gah i was thinking what would be the best way to go around collecting my poo. lol. i've decided to do it next week when i have my days off again. it's such a pain when i need to send it to the lab and etc when i have to go to work. plus, the lab closest to me would be the one on symonds st, which means no parking...so i'll do it next week, drive to the lab in east care, and then go visit my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she also gave me some medication to help with my tummy cramps. she said it may be drowsy, so i dont know if i should take it now...seeing that i have work in the next 2 hours or so! later i cannot drive how? maybe i'll take it when i'm at work, and if i feel drowsy, i'll ask to go home early, and get the bf to catch a bus to come to my workplace and then he can drive me home. lololol. early planning. no la, see how first later..if i get bad cramps then i'll take it. if not...i'll take it at night before sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, better go get ready for work. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5615185568725054631?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5615185568725054631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5615185568725054631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5615185568725054631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5615185568725054631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-almost-noon-and-im-still-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4432591204226089939</id><published>2008-08-06T17:15:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:20:26.191+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went to visit my little niece today, and boy is she growing fast1 she's over 5 months now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and here's a pic of her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231269734883876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SJk0G4ABXhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fcDOM3ExDdE/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;little katie busy sucking on her fingers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i sat her on the couch while i was playing with her, and she kept falling forward or to the side when i'm not holding her. right after this pic was taken, she leaned forward and almost flopped her head on her little feet. hahaha~&lt;/p&gt;anything that she gets hold of, she'll put it in her mouth. if she has an item in each hand, she'll try hard to stuff both toys into her mouth. greedy baby! and when there's nothing in her hand, she'll stuff her whole fist into her mouth, or sometimes her teenie-weenie fingers will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she has slobber all over the hands, she'll rub it all over me -.-" but i dont mind that, coz for the past 2 months or so, everytime she sees me, she'll cry. but today...ah today.....she played with me for a whole hour without crying! she kept smiling and laughing with me if anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time to go pick the boy up from work and go get dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4432591204226089939?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4432591204226089939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4432591204226089939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4432591204226089939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4432591204226089939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-to-visit-my-little-niece-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SJk0G4ABXhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fcDOM3ExDdE/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7438319360219902690</id><published>2008-08-04T19:39:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:48:08.623+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update update: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually bought more than what i mentioned at the bottom. i bought 2 tops from cotton on for nzd5 each, and also 2 opaque tights for nzd10, which was a cheap buy coz elsewhere is selling it for over nzd15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a whooping nzd200+ today, getting a parking spot for myself close by, and also on my shopping spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a parking spot coz i was sick of moving my car from one spot to the other in the early hours of the morning when i'm on my days off and when i start later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for my shopping spree, i got a nice Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch jacket which was nzd80! i thought it was a bargain since it got slashed by half and it's gorgeous! and i go 4 sets of undies from my fave lingerie store (nzd3 each!) and some contact lens solution. mmm...i iz happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bf has agreed to take me to blush to get my dose of pearl milk tea! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the bf is taking me shopping tmr. VOLUNTARILY. omg omg omg omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. he was the one who suggested we go shopping tomorrow, as long as i buy him sushi! haha~ done deal hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on happier news, pay day tonight, which includes all the unpaid days of sick leaves they owe me, plus my incentive. w000000000000t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7438319360219902690?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7438319360219902690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7438319360219902690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7438319360219902690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7438319360219902690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-bf-is-taking-me-shopping-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-3039451384788434777</id><published>2008-08-04T07:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:07:44.362+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something interesting just happened. as i was walking to the toilet, i bumped into a couple of my team mates and one of them came up to me and asked if i really was tranferring to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them my reasons for wanting to transfer, and they totally agreed with what i had to say. i told them i didnt feel like i was growing in the team and that we aren't being developed to be where we want to be. i remember when we first started working here, we were told that we can tell our team leaders what our goals are, and i have done that with my team leader, yet she has done nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my team members seem to agree as to where our team leader stands. we all know that she is a very nice lady, but she is too busy doing her own things, and not paying too much attention to us. we are meant to have regular coaching sessions to help manage our work stress, yet, i've only received 3 coaching sessions since i started, 2 of which were asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally feel like if i stay put in this team, i will be in the exact same position as i am, say in the next 10 years :P and that, my dears, is why i requested to be transferred to another team, in the city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am just glad that i am not the only one feeling that way, now that i know a couple of other people that i have spoken to feels the exact same way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3039451384788434777?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3039451384788434777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3039451384788434777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3039451384788434777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3039451384788434777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-interesting-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8628384020545236387</id><published>2008-08-04T07:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:47:42.736+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i say anything else, i need to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's sorted now. sorry i got some of you worried!! but it's all gooood now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have self-diagnosed myself with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). my stomach's been rumbling like mad, even after a meal, and when it rumbles, it feels like i'm letting off a huge fart, but i really am not! it's been pretty bad in the last few weeks, but the last few days got me really concerned with my health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hopped onto trusty google yesterday while at work, and looked up my symptoms. turned out that it was IBS, as what was diagnosed to me a while ago by my doctor, but the symptoms are completely different now. i can pretty much tick off all the symptoms on the list, except for constipation. that, is one thing i do not suffer from! phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what i've read, peppermint tea helps to soothe the stomach. so after work, i dashed to foodtown to get a packet of peppermint tea, and had it before and after my dinner. if anything, it made my stomach feel worse, but i dont think it worked coz my stomach's been bad since earlier in the day anyway. i brought along a small packet of peppermint tea with me today, hopefully it'll work its charm. i mean, it's not the best tasting tea ever. it tastes like toothpaste stirred into your earl gray tea. but if it'll work, then i wouldnt mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another way to help reduce the problems of IBS is to eat smaller portions of meals. now, that i am very keen to try, because it's also healthy! so today, i packed my brekkie to have at work - soy milk with oats, and sugar. it was meant to be brown sugar, but i couldnt find any, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all will be good today and the stupid rumblings will stop. rumblings and other stuff that i wont even go into, because it's gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go toilet now. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8628384020545236387?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8628384020545236387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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makes me wonder sometimes, if i'm digging a hole for my own, due to certain things that i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, i was browsing through some stuff, found out a few things which i would rather not know, but that would be wrong if i didnt find out one way or another. it made me really upset, made me weigh my decisions again to evaluate if the choices i make are the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right until now, sitting on my bed, thinking everything through again, i still cane make a decision. part of me is saying what that person has done is totally wrong, but part of me is asking me to stay where i am now. the said person has apologised a million times, over and over, but again, when something like what happened, happened, what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking it through, it just seemed wrong and unfair that i have to be put in this situation. why me? what have i done in my (past) life that i always have to deal with the issue of trust? was i a great liar back in the days, hence i'm suffering now? is it some form of punishment? or is it because my life is simply messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like taking a breather at this stage because i'm feeling so indecisive. after a whole night and a whole night's worth of thinking about it, i still cant come to a conclusion. honestly, what is a girl supposed to do when shit hits the fan? run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? the more i think about it, the more i feel like packing my bags and fleeing this damned world  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5312016146761292192?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5312016146761292192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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someone violates your trust, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) forgive and forget, then move on as if nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) you learn not to trust this person anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-126414568850432713?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/126414568850432713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=126414568850432713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/126414568850432713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/126414568850432713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-someone-violates-your-trust-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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-8701287823164542980.post-4588633451504205129</id><published>2008-07-27T21:55:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:10:54.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i is have a new cellphone! lol, more like a 'spare' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bf went to 'upgrade' his plan, and they offered him nzd130 off any phones in the store. he wasn't looking for a new phone, so i quickly snapped up the chance to have a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid nzd69.95 for that new phone. i like the design and all, but i must say that nokia phones are stil my favourite at the moment. i'm gonna use this new phone as my spare, coz the camera quality is super crap on it (1.3mp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my 'spare' phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227633541542795106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SIxJAkOTV2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/9u7BTOAWqSk/s320/samsung+e250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;looks pretty cute eh?&lt;/p&gt;on a totally different note, the bf is gonna be my slave boy and walk to blush and get me pearl milk tea. yummmmm....mmm taro...mmm warm milk tea..mmmmm..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he a darling? lol :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SIxJAkOTV2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/9u7BTOAWqSk/s72-c/samsung+e250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5937540128110191340</id><published>2008-07-26T22:32:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:46:31.261+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently OBSESSED with a song i haven't heard in a verrryyy long time, definately more than 10 years now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6epuEF7u09E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6epuEF7u09E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sung by the band Beyond, who originatated from Hk (i think?) and they were quite popular back in early 90's when i first started primary school. i think the band died when the main singer died of an accident or something like that.. (found out on wikipedia that he died during a Japanese game show due to a faulty bridge or something like that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is someone nice enough to translate what the whole song means? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to it and trying to learn the lyrics as well. if i manage that, it'll be the first chinese song i can sing...! now that'll be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5937540128110191340?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5937540128110191340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5937540128110191340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5937540128110191340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5937540128110191340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-currently-obsessed-with-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2109858748211537340</id><published>2008-07-25T18:06:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:11:05.044+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you follow the news, you would know of all the allegations of businessmen 'donating' a large sum of amount of money to one of our politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a the news on while browsing the net just a moment ago, and one of the reporters was interviewing the politician. he's such an arsehole, with his stuck up attitude (just listening to the way he speak, it feels like he thinks  he's above everyone else) and rude behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;politician: blabla...i just said blabla..&lt;br /&gt;reporter: really?&lt;br /&gt;politician: I JUST TOLD YOU SO!&lt;br /&gt;amy: -_- he shouldn't even be a politian......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even into politics as you can tell from all the "bla" in the 'conversation'. but the way the politician carries himself and the statements/comments he makes pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2109858748211537340?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2109858748211537340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2109858748211537340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2109858748211537340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2109858748211537340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-follow-news-you-would-know-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8299394643824243577</id><published>2008-07-22T19:25:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:30:50.233+12:00</updated><title type='text'>call me lame...</title><content type='html'>but i had an idea of selling my goodies at a local market (eg: parnell markets, aotea square markets, etc) so i can earn a wee bit more pocket money to make life easier (not that i'm short of money or broke at the moment, but it sure is nice to have that extra moolah, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while toying around with that idea, i google-d the requirements to sell food at a local market and it put me off with the whole "contact your local council for..." or "contact your local authority etcetcetc...". all i know is, i need to register the premise where i will be producing the food, ie: my kitchen, and pass all the requirements, then register the premise where i will be selling the food product, ie: at the market or somewhere else, and also register my vehicle and pass certain requirements, obviously things like cleanliness and etc as we're dealing with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much all i know - i dont know what goes on behind the scenes. is anyone familiar with how it works, how much it'll cost and what other requiremends do i need? help out, pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it's just a thought at the moment. i have been thinking about selling some cakes/ cupcakes on trademe, but delivering it would be such a hassle as i dont think i trust courier guys dealing with food :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8299394643824243577?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8299394643824243577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8299394643824243577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8299394643824243577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8299394643824243577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/call-me-lame.html' title='call me lame...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-651862194647628736</id><published>2008-07-15T19:53:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:13:35.311+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and i baked cupcaked again today..surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd time in less than 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;but this time complete with pictures for your viewing and drooling pleasure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the nz10.50 book i bought on decorating cakes was absolutely worth it. i think i've mastered all the basic skills, with a couple of final skills to master (eg: roses) before i will allow myself to buy the level 2 book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and needless to say, the student set that was sold alongside the book is awesome, albeit being quite expensive for a couple of items at nzd46.50. i think when i get my level 2 book, i will buy the items separately, as i dont use all of the tools included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll cut out all my crap, and post some photos of my awesome cupcakes. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxabjEp3BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/U2e6rbib5d8/s1600-h/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223149097160662034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxabjEp3BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/U2e6rbib5d8/s320/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; notice on the left side of the pic, there's the 'koru' symbol, which is air nz's logo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bakes these cupcakes for my workmates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxaVAqsrNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6XyDgGCvwr0/s1600-h/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223148984845774034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxaVAqsrNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6XyDgGCvwr0/s320/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 'swirly ring' design which i came up with over the weekend when baking with my sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxaLpkqOtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gxl3YJACDgU/s1600-h/Image172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223148824027609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxaLpkqOtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/gxl3YJACDgU/s320/Image172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the designs from today&lt;br /&gt;polka dots! cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxZ8E5KGtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vUb0OGe03sY/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223148556483435218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxZ8E5KGtI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vUb0OGe03sY/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the first few that i played with today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank goodness they all turned out fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;else i would've cried and chuck everything into the bin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxZu_9oS9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/lSJ7ivdnpJ0/s1600-h/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223148331821714386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxZu_9oS9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/lSJ7ivdnpJ0/s320/Image162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view from the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda screwed up the yellow lines..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the first time i've used a round ended tip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i dont have very good control of it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well...next time amy..next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, anyone interested in placing any orders now? hahaha no la, i'm kidding. i dont think i have time to bake and sell commercially, but maybe once in a while i wouldnt mind doing that :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, it doesnt just look good. it tastes realllyyy good. the cake melts in your mouth :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;honestly, i'm happy to eat the cupcakes by themselves for 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha ok i'll stop talking up my cupcakes now :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-651862194647628736?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SHxabjEp3BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/U2e6rbib5d8/s72-c/Image176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-642609190658168443</id><published>2008-07-14T06:51:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:55:03.975+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday must be the best day in my cupcakes history :D i baked the perfect-est cupcakes! they rose beautifully (not lopsided like they always were!) and i learned new techniques of decorating my cupcakes :) it was fun fun fun..until the time came for clean up of course &gt;"&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no photos this time, coz i was in a crazy rush, rushing to the bf's family's place for dinner. i was told it'll be around 6-6.30pm but at 5.30pm, i got a txt saying "come now. dinner's on the table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______- you tell me la, how to leave my place "now" when i had all my greasy bakeware sitting in my mum's kitchen! so i had to quickly wash everything up and pack everything up and leave in a mad rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good dinner, so well worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to the bf, lucky you for sitting at home for the rest of this week! now i feel like applying for leave too, but obviously it's too late. ppfffttt! i better get some nice treatment when i get home this afternoon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-642609190658168443?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/642609190658168443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=642609190658168443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/642609190658168443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/642609190658168443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-must-be-best-day-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7095681632891718875</id><published>2008-07-08T17:40:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:02:17.019+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated for a while, and quite a big had happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the sad stuff, and move on to happier things so that i can walk away from my laptop feeling happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as some of you know, and some may not, both my guinea pigs died about a week ago. chester caught a nasty upper respiratory infection which quickly turned into pneumonia, and died just as my mum was about to take him to the vet...chester's condition was so bad, he wasn't eating, peeing or pooing for a good 3-4 days, and he could not move. his little paws were always cold (according to my mum) and he was always shaking and having fits..... :(&lt;br /&gt;bumble on the other hand, was still fine and dandy when chester was extremely sick. he did show signs of loneliness though when chester first passed away, but he got quite sick himself after that. my mum brought bumble to the vet at animates, and that vet was one stupid vet. i probably know more about guinea pigs than he does. he said as 9 month old guinea pig is a very OLD guinea pig -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me? guinea pigs can live up to 6 years ok! my 12 years old sister had to correct him on that. he doubted her, then jumped on the internet to do a bit of reading and then admitted his mistake. it's a guinea pig you arsewipe, not a mouse/ rat! so anyway, that same stupid vet gave my poor guinea pig 3 days worth of antibiotics, which i personally found it was too short for an antiobiotic course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i have no knowledge when it comes to medications for animals, but i did read online that they are usually given for abou 10 days. someone's guinea pig was on the same antibiotics for 2 days, and it became resistant to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a day after bumble's last course of antibiotics, he became extremely sick. he was sleeping on his side in his pigloo the whole day, hardly moving, and breathing heavily. his little paws were cold...he was suffering from the exact same conditions as chester just before he died. my sister told me how sick he was before she went to school, and when i was at work, i called my mum and she said she didnt have time to bring him to a friend of mine who's a vet. so i spoke to my supervisor, and she very nicely granted me half a day's worth of domestic sick leave to go home and bring poor bumble to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vet friend gave bumble a shot of the antibiotics straight into his muscle, and i almost cried at the vet seeing how much bumble was suffering. i brought him home, rubbed some vicks vaporub onto his nostrils, and smeared some on the inside of his pigloo as well to aid his breathing coz he was pretty much gasping for breath. i sat beside bumble, covered him with a small cloth to keep him warm, tried feeding him some water and mushed food but he didnt have the energy to even swallow them. each time he tries to swallow the food/ water, he gives a soft whine and his whole body starts going into spasms. that's when i told myself i needed to leave and not look at how much he had to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad bumble probably wouldn't last till that night, and true enough, my sister called me to say that bumble has stopped breathing. it didn't hit me until a bit later. i just sat in one corner of the room and chewed on my crackers. about an hour later, i was hanging my clothes up, i started sobbing and cried nonstop for a long long time until my eyes started hurting. i finally stopped, managed to go out to get dinner, go watch hancock and came home to get ready for bed. just before i fell asleep, i started crying again and i fell asleep crying, with stefan patting me on my back to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to type the bulk of this post without crying, until i got to the point where i mentioned how bumble was suffering and shaking and having spasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right until today, almost a week after bumble has died, i cant bring myself to go home coz i dont know how i'll react when i walk into the garage and see that my piggies aren't there anymore...i still cant talk about my guinea pigs in public, and at the slight mention of my guinea pigs, i start tearing :( gosh, i dont even know how i became so attached to my pigs, especially bumble, when i've moved out of home for over 5 months now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah...no more guinea pigs now, and i dont think my parents will allow us to have anymore after all the expenses..one thing i can say is if you have a pet, go make friends with a vet. a simple visit to the vet for bumble and 3 days worth of antibiotics costed my mum $75. my vet friend was only going to charge me $35 for consultation and antibiotics injection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on to happier things now...(it's hard to think happy when i'm still tearing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, about baking. i found a set of books by Wilton that teaches you how to decorate very nice cakes. they cost about $54 each, and each set comes with some handy tools which you will need while self-teaching. i have decided to buy all 3 sets, but i will start off by buying the first set, and see if the person on trademe can hook me up with a good deal if i buy all 3 sets together. once that is done, you'll be seeing lots of pretty cakes from me :) if the decoratings are successful la...you know amy and art dont go hand in hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant remember what other happy stuff happened. shall blog another day when i remember them. now i should go prepare dinner as all 3 boys are out tonight, so i have the flat all to myself with no massive dinner to cook and i can cook my own dinner in my underwear if i choose to :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7095681632891718875?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7095681632891718875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7095681632891718875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7095681632891718875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7095681632891718875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/07/havent-updated-for-while-and-quite-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2215246269597020307</id><published>2008-06-24T19:46:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:51:45.124+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dreamy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...i wish i could quit my job and open my own cafe. no, dont get me wrong, i love my job, but i think i love the idea of baking &amp;amp; cooking and have money coming in better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an idea i've had for a while now. ya ya, i know, last year i was all for "i wanna be a swimming instructor and have my own swim school" yadda yadda, but the cafe idea has been hopping around in my mind since i moved to nz and started cooking and baking and found out how much i enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's better is getting comments on my food when i cook for people! my workmates love my cooking, my bf's flatmates like my cooking, my family likes my cooking, my bf likes my cooking (i think..do you, hun??) and i like my cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do enjoy it! if i could afford buying all those fancy stuff for my kitchen, i would so splurge on them! plus, i was just having a look on trademe on all the things available for baking and it's amazing how much stuff there are out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna open a cafeeeee!!!!! wonder if banks would let me take a loan to start a business? lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2215246269597020307?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2215246269597020307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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that time of the month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be going wrong. wrong wrong wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left work early to come home to rest, but i couldn't sleep. everytime i shut my eyes, something will pop up in my head and i'll start thinking about everything. then i'll wake up and go on the laptop, and search for things to read..just to while the time away until 10pm when i supposedly will have dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently not. because no one's getting me dinner now. because his friend is not feeling too good and they are now going out for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, in a relationship, who comes first. your good friend, or your partner? if you ask me, i know my answer. but hey, maybe that's just me, going the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...might just have to drive out later to get the porridge i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1376307643498829534?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1376307643498829534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1376307643498829534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1376307643498829534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1376307643498829534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-ultra-emo.html' title='i am ultra emo...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7192418326240008773</id><published>2008-06-09T20:29:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:48:49.217+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, yes, flatting is irritating the crap out of me. no, actually, let me rephrase that. flatting is not irritating me, but my flat mates are irritating the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, let me share a secret with you. one of them is a compulsive liar. let me begin my rant. about a month ago, i started complaining about people leaving shit residues on the side of the toilet bowl. so i left a nice note in the toilet, asking whoever it is who leaves those shit residues to brush it off when they're done with the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day after i left the note there, a note was left for me, stating that she isn't the one. guess what? only 3 people uses the bathoom: me, stefan and her. well, what happened was, she's usually the first one in the bathroom most mornings, and right after she gets out, i hop in. and the first thing i do when i hop in is pee. but just before i pee, i check the toilet bowl to make sure it's clean. and holy mother of all cows, i see shit residues on the side of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you tell me, who else would it be, when the toilet bowl was all clean and fine and dandy the night before? boy, maybe a rat crawled into the bathroom and shat there and forgotten to scrub its shit residues off the toilet bowl's walls! guess what i saw when i came home from work yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shit residues. there wasn't any shit residues for a good few weeks after i brought that conversation up after dinner one day....well until yesterday. stefan didn't use the bathroom, and neither did i. so hmmmmmmm................i guess whose it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy, may i say, those shit residues are darn stubborn! they'll stay on the bowl even after a night of being soaked in bleach (exit mould!) and they wont go even after 4 flushes. gee, i wonder what she eats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time when she got caught out was just a couple of days ago. now, let me share with you a very interesting story. we have 10gB of internet use at home per month. i do not download any songs or music, and i only use the internet for regular stuff like bebo, emails, trademe, facebook and the likes. but somehow, our internet usage reaches up to about 1.5gB a day on average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i approached the only other person who uses the internet at home, the shit-residue leaver. she denied downloading everything since the turnover of our internet. to quote her "when did our internet turnover? oh, i downloaded at the end of the previous turnover".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no downloads eh....but i wonder why the internet usage is still sitting on 1.5gb a day? she went out one day, and someone sneaked a look at her laptop, and surprise surprise...not! downloadings were running right off the laptop at that very moment. "i downloaded at the end of the previous turnover" you know what bitch? we caught you red handed this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stefan called her, yelled at her, and told her we know that she's downloading, and she had nothing to say to us. no wait, initially, she said "oh i browse youtube and things, but that shouldnt cause the internet usage to be so high!" wow, still lying huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after arguing back and forth, she finally admitted that she has been downloading, even after my pleas to stop it because i need the internet to be running for the rest of the month as i've just started trademe recently. stefan then made her pay an extra nzd10 to increase our usage by another 10gb and tell her to stop downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has been behaving so far. let me show you our data usage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEztYQwpyKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ob5hjo2sU-Q/s1600-h/DataUsage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209799870032496802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEztYQwpyKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ob5hjo2sU-Q/s320/DataUsage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how it was really high at the beginning and it suddenly dropped by a significant amount? well, stefan told her off on the 4/6, and the following day, the usage dropped :) and right until now, we haven't even reached our 50% mark yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that i dont understand is, why does she need to lie? is it really that hard to admit to something that you've been guilty of? is it really that hard to just say "yeah amy, sorry i've been downloading but i promise i'll stop now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder no one likes her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEztYQwpyKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ob5hjo2sU-Q/s1600-h/DataUsage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7192418326240008773?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7192418326240008773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7192418326240008773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7192418326240008773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7192418326240008773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-yes-flatting-is-irritating-crap-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEztYQwpyKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ob5hjo2sU-Q/s72-c/DataUsage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6585359613893776420</id><published>2008-06-09T20:24:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:26:35.315+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEzpHxomZwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFLIFj3oun0/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209795188752803586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEzpHxomZwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFLIFj3oun0/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cupcakes galore :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6585359613893776420?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6585359613893776420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6585359613893776420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6585359613893776420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6585359613893776420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/06/cupcakes-galore-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/SEzpHxomZwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZFLIFj3oun0/s72-c/Image095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7022941487548316014</id><published>2008-06-06T22:44:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:47:31.149+12:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a chocaholic</title><content type='html'>i'm a chocaholic and i admit it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the best thing being me? my bf hates chocolates. so whatever chocolates he receives, i get to eat them. yes, ALL of them. he might have one, and then he'll screw his face up at the taste of chocolate and say i can have the rest! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his bday just came and went, and he got heaps of chocs. the best inheritance from him? Guylian's belgian choc....i've finished half a box of his chocolates and damnnn, it's good! the best thing is, i can leave it anywhere without having to hide it because i know he won't eat a single piece of it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is really random....but i think it might be the choc overload. i better logoff now. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7022941487548316014?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7022941487548316014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7022941487548316014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7022941487548316014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7022941487548316014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/06/confessions-of-chocaholic.html' title='confessions of a chocaholic'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8599050446881523840</id><published>2008-06-04T12:02:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:13:10.338+12:00</updated><title type='text'>things which are super pissing me off lately..</title><content type='html'>i've been in such a crap mood lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how i was in a car crash last year and i got reimbursed? well, the other party's insurance company has turned their back around and say that i am now liable for their client's damages. like, wtf, 10 months later you come back to me to say that i am liable? excuse me, wtf is this? as if i wasn't in enough emotional stress and inconvenience when i didnt have a car. maybe you should tell your client to drive properly and be more vigilant in future because that car crash could've taken 3 young people's lives and leave my parents with no daughters, you fuckers. i dont care if the other party is a family friend or what, this is just plain stupid ok? have they taken into consideration what would happen if that car crash was fatal? have they every thought to slow down at the roundabout and at least take a look before dashing across the roundabout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is living in this goddamn flat. no one cares to clean - i cleaned the whole kitchen the other day and someone came home and proudly announced that they cleaned up during the day. excuse me, cleaning up doesnt mean leaving starch residues from cooking your noodles and it doesnt count as cleaning if the pots and pans are still greasy! i worked over the weekend and the last thing i wanna do is to come home and clean the mess up ok! when was the last time rb even vacuumed? NEVER! when was the last time she cleaned the bathroom? NEVER! when was the last time someone bothered vacuuming the whole house? no one! apart from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place gets into such a disgusting state that even if i have a head splitting headache, i cant help it but take the vacuum and cloth to start cleaning everything down. and what do the other 2 do? sit around and watch or do their own shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had the morning to think about this and i'm thinking of moving out to somewhere else. maybe to a one bedroom apartment to save myself from all the anger and stress. why should i be the only one cleaning everything up? i'm not a clean freak (or i'd like to think i'm not) but i would like to have a place which is reasonably clean and tidy and not somewhere which will attract cockroaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is the internet - we're only 6 days into your new capacity, and we've used 75% of the limit. who knows who's been downloading because i dont download anything, stefan doesnt do any downloading here, nancy doesnt have a laptop which connects to the internet. just yesterday, i took my laptop back to my parents' place and when i checked the usage for yesterday, it was 1.6g. guess who was home the whole day? and she said she didn't download anything...it's not just downloading..uploading and watching heaps of videos count as well. how do i know this? because we have a 5gb limit at my parents' place and they dont download anything. the only thing that could use up so much is when my sisters go on youtube and watch music videos. EVERY SINGLE bit counts la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i'm starting trademe again so i need the internet to be up and running throughout the whole month. we only have about 2.5gb left for the next 25 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got i feel so stressed and emo now, i honestly feel like packing all my belongings up and move back with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a look at 1 bedroom apartments now. ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8599050446881523840?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8599050446881523840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8599050446881523840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8599050446881523840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8599050446881523840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-which-are-super-pissing-me-off.html' title='things which are super pissing me off lately..'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6529234330246326085</id><published>2008-05-22T10:39:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:46:31.883+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, i feel rather silly for waking up at 8.30am when i start work at 1.15pm. i was actually planning to go to dressmart today, but after giving it some thoughts this morning over breakfast, i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becase i'm thinking traffic will be horrid at lunch time, it'll be a waste of petrol, and i'm trying not to spend too much money on unnecessary items. so in a way, i'm proud of myself for resisting the temptation to shop! *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another good thing about waking up early is i've pretty much done all the chores that i need to do, mainly my laundry. i'll do up my dishes from breakfast this morning after taking a short nap, because i'm working till 9.45pm. i'm gonna try to rake as much money as i can today, because apparently it gets quite busy in the evening :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, they've opened up a spot for me to to attend the longhaul training next month so i'm very elated! i can finally do round the world trips and not go O.o when i get those difficult to solve problems customers give me. yeahyaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in OTHER news, i'm planning to bake and decorate cupcakes this weekend, either on sunday when i go home or on monday, but i'm not sure if my oven will allow me to back cakes, since the only function that seems to be working is fan grill -.-" but there's always stefan's place to mess up if my oven refuses to work ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna take a nap, coz if i dont, i'll fall asleep at my desk this evening :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6529234330246326085?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6529234330246326085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6529234330246326085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6529234330246326085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6529234330246326085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright-i-feel-rather-silly-for-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6246623781577201851</id><published>2008-05-19T20:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:58:47.327+12:00</updated><title type='text'>just a bit of LOL for you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An Indian migrated to America , and moved into an American neighbourhood; His American neighbor went next door to wish him welcome.He was shocked to see the man from India in his nice backyard chasing ten chickens around like mad. 'Must be an Indian custom,' he thought to himself. Deciding he could put off the welcome till a later date, he went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, he decided he was going to welcome the Indian man again.When he looked through his window, he saw the Indian man urinate into a cup and drink it. 'Must be an Indian custom,' he thought to himself. Deciding he could put off the welcome till the next day, he went on with other stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third day, he was determined to welcome the Indian man. At his gate,he saw the Indian man with his ear pressed against a cow's big fat butt. Seeing this, he became disgusted and went up to the Indian man.'I'm sorry sir, I did want to wish you a warm welcome, but I cannot stand your crazy Indian customs!' He yelled at the Indian . The Indian looked confused and answered. 'Sorry sir, I think you are mistaken. These are actually American customs. When I migrated, I was told, that in order to be a true American, you have to chase chicks, get piss drunk, and listen to bullshit !!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6246623781577201851?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6246623781577201851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6246623781577201851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6246623781577201851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6246623781577201851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-bit-of-lol-for-you.html' title='just a bit of LOL for you :)'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2034290076018725804</id><published>2008-05-16T17:01:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:16:21.820+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, a moment to myself finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was answering calls non stop since 7.15 this morning until my shift ended, apart from the times when i was on breaks..crazy day, but like everyone else said to me, as long as i'm still smiling, it's very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy amount of calls is due to the fog in AKL this morning and everyone flying in and out of AKL were affcted so everyone were ringing to have a blast at us...well no, not quite. most of them were quite nice and polite and grateful that we helped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for this one pax who started yelling at me because her flight got affected and she cant fly into australia today and started saying things as if *i* was the one who caused the fog. gee lady, if i have the ability to cause the fog, i  would have the ability to remove the fog too! use your brains la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another man asked me "when will the next fog attack be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, excuse me, i have the ability to change a few things on your ticket but i do not have a crystal ball to tell me when it'll be foggy again -___- but i had a good laugh with him in the end so it was all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got given lots of chocolates (susteinance) while working by the manager..so awesome! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and good news - i applied for overtime tmr, and i got it. yeahyaaa! DOUBLE time and a half - because when we work weekends, we get paid time and a half, plus a short overtime...ahh my bank account will start inflating if i can keep this up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even better news - i've requested to be sent to the next available long haul training when i was talking to my team leader, and she said that i am ready to go for that taining and she'll send a request in for me. if there is space for me, it'll be super awesome because then i'll make history in the company by being the quickest one to go for longhaul training :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i'm known as 'the machine' now because my fingers work faster than the computer system can catch u with! lol - i always get errors at the end if i work too fast, so the only way i can work slightly slower is by keeping my nails a bit longer. seems to be working, but it's getting a tad too long for my liking so i'm cutting the tonight. looks like i'll be getting more errors after this, but oh well, i know how to fix most errors these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till my next post, mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2034290076018725804?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2034290076018725804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2034290076018725804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2034290076018725804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2034290076018725804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-world-d-ahh-moment-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7007977001764613934</id><published>2008-04-21T13:05:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:11:24.291+12:00</updated><title type='text'>day off work :D</title><content type='html'>i took a sick day off work today. my throat's too sore for me to socialize at work/ training and i'm going thru the whole hot-warm-cold flushes. one minute i'm feeling hot, next minute i'm feeling cold. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took advantage of my day off to sleep in and get more rest from the weekend. went away for mike (stefan's mate) 21st at sunset beach on friday and got back home yesterday. stayed over for 2 nights at the bach that mike rented. nice place...good times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got home yesterday, i had a shower and got ready to go out again. went to my parents' place and we headed out to macadaemia nut farm which is out west. had a really nice lunch there and mum bought a few packets of nuts and donated some to me...yum! slept pretty much the whole way there and the whole way home, so that was about 2 hours worth of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummed around at home, mum made dinner and i left after dinner. my body was feeling heavier and heavier. as soon as i got home, i got changed into my pjs and crawled into bed...and finally woke up again at 8am to move my car, crawled back into bed, and woke up again at around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i really should go get ready to go to foodtown to get some throat lozenges and lemsip so i can pull thru the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colddddd....... &gt;"&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7007977001764613934?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7007977001764613934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7007977001764613934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7007977001764613934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7007977001764613934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-off-work-d.html' title='day off work :D'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2758451960364297412</id><published>2008-04-15T21:26:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:42:47.799+12:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship &amp; break ups</title><content type='html'>i was reading a friend's blog just a moment ago about her recent break up. it reminded me a lot about my break up over a year ago. lots of memories were brought back because when she was going through her previous break up, we were supporting each other emotionally. we both moved on in life and managed to place our feet on the ground again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little while later, she found a guy that i thought was perfect for her. they looked really good in photos and everything just seemed perfect. a year on, i found out he dumped her for another girl (i think?) and she sees the new couple together. reading that makes me feel like i wanna be beside her, holding her up so she can keep moving on. fortunately for me, i haven't seen my ex with his girl. i know how she looks like from photos, but if i had to see them together, i dont think i'll last 10 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not now. coz i wouldnt give a toss anymore. but still, i'll avoid coming close to them if i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, relationships....they can be the best thing that happens to a person, yet the result of a bad relationship can leave someone absolutely torn apart and in a complete wreck. i find break ups my absolute phobia right this moment, and anything close to a break up (including minor arguments) will leave me in tears because horrid memories come rushing through my mind and i will have this silly thought about breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as unhealthy as it is, there seems to be nothing i can do about it. i get really emotional over certain things and there's just no way for me to fix it unless i just move on and pretend nothing happened. or unless, the male counterpart comes and give me cuddles and shower me with love :D but having said that, the 'male' in me will just push him away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sigh. wish i could delete some of my past memories with a click to make space for happier memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the 'male' in me, apparently i am more male than my other half. my flat mate pointed out to me that she has better movie compatibility with my bf rather than me. then i cleverly said to her that "i'm quite male when it comes to movies" and she response was "yeah! that's exactly what i meant! i think stefan has better movies taste than you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just went -____- "are you trying to say i'm more male than stefan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's quite obvious, so says my flatmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! now that is very funny. i think my tomboy-ness is really showing these days :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2758451960364297412?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2758451960364297412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2758451960364297412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2758451960364297412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2758451960364297412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/04/relationship-break-ups.html' title='relationship &amp; break ups'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7380918799017499917</id><published>2008-04-14T17:19:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:31:30.206+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno who still reads my blog these days as i seldom blog these days...or when i do, i write the shittiest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares..i feel like writing something today so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: had work as usual, but went for an induction for new staff. met the CEO..he looks like a pretty down to earth guy and he gives interesting speeches. the rest of the speakers put me to sleep -_- had a nice morning tea provided by the company and a mean BBQ with yummy chicken sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, bf took me to Blush (a restaurant/bar) along beach road. the serve the best pearl milk tea by far and at a reasonable price too! came home and began my weekend as a pig :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: sent my car for WOF - was pretty much shitting myself, worrying that my car will need some sort of fixing, but in the end all was good :D then had to go sign some documents at family's home, but managed to drop by sylvia park before that to have lunch and buy a little toy for baby katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back after sorting all the documents out and bummed around for a bit. threw a tantrum and started complaining i was bored for the rest of the day but i couldnt come up with anything to do (if anyone has any suggestions as to what i can do over the weekends, pls pls pls tell me!) and i shot down all my bf's ideas so we ended up releasing steam on each other. lol..my bad really. anyway, in the evening, we went to my bro's place to visit baby katie and to have pizza there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see baby katie, i really wanna steal her away! hehehe she's getting cuter and cuter everytime i see her! cuteness overload ok! she was smiling a couple of times while i was cuddling her and my heart just melted :) 5 mins after my sister in law put her to bed, she started crying, and me being me, i quickly went to calm her down. when that didn't work, i couldnt help it but pick her up. i'm one of those people who cant stand it when a child keeps crying and i'll do whatever to stop them from crying! i think parents will loathe having people like me around coz their kids will be spoilt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: went out with lucy and tina to langham hotel for brunch. excellent service i must say, and the food was superb :D golden waffles with berry compote. ahhhhhh........delish! oh before that, bf took me for brekkie at denny's. every weekend, i wake up craving for has browns. if someone ever asks me what i want for brekkie on a saturday or sunday morning, i'll say has browns without even thinking. so bad &gt;"&lt; but oh so delicious at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after brunch, we made our way to newmarket to have a browse and walk around while catching up. gotta say, it's really good catching up with the girls coz i hardly ever see them these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, it's back to training, but this time we're doing shorthaul training. which is pretty interesting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7380918799017499917?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7380918799017499917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7380918799017499917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7380918799017499917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7380918799017499917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dunno-who-still-reads-my-blog-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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-8701287823164542980.post-5804686207725873066</id><published>2008-04-01T18:10:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:30:15.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'>of emo-ness and a random photoblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. feeling super emo..because i got put off doing something i enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put it this way, you really like doing something, but then someone else comes along and be all negative about it, so you lost interest doing what you enjoy. how would you feel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, since i'm super bored with nothing to do (been sitting at home pretty much all day long) and feeling super emo, i'll post up some pics of the haps lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHEj9RcOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QbAyZS_Ygbo/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143527265792226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHEj9RcOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QbAyZS_Ygbo/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my mommy and baby katie. hehe my mommy the grany!! lol!!! but look at katie, she reminds me of this photo i have of teddy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHEj9RcPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PKw6vyGnfKo/s1600-h/Image235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143527265792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHEj9RcPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PKw6vyGnfKo/s320/Image235.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"yo yo, 'sup gee!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHFD9RcQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/j2uyLJsVXzg/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184143535855726850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHFD9RcQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/j2uyLJsVXzg/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the photos below are when my workmates crashed my place and we had a party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGcj9RcJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UJTfyzjT618/s1600-h/DSCN3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142840071024786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGcj9RcJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UJTfyzjT618/s320/DSCN3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; introducing brendan, and his fluffy handcuffs... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGcz9RcKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SHaVFNiw-rw/s1600-h/DSCN3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142844365992098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGcz9RcKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SHaVFNiw-rw/s320/DSCN3270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eli and me at my farewell drinks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGez9RcLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mvx6LuPWH9Q/s1600-h/DSCN3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142878725730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGez9RcLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mvx6LuPWH9Q/s320/DSCN3265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teina and me, plus eli in the background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGfD9RcMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5tdEGSy5Bb0/s1600-h/DSCN3260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142883020697794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGfD9RcMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5tdEGSy5Bb0/s320/DSCN3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little bro and me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGfT9RcNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1zCRc2rVg-U/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142887315665106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HGfT9RcNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1zCRc2rVg-U/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby katie again! i put her to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;*proud*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFiz9RcEI/AAAAAAAAATc/eaBT4hqy1g8/s1600-h/DSCN3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141847933579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFiz9RcEI/AAAAAAAAATc/eaBT4hqy1g8/s320/DSCN3301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjD9RcFI/AAAAAAAAATk/eMD2eSc_A1o/s1600-h/DSCN3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141852228546642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjD9RcFI/AAAAAAAAATk/eMD2eSc_A1o/s320/DSCN3302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super yummy baked oreo cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;@ lucy's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjT9RcGI/AAAAAAAAATs/I_83KVPVRig/s1600-h/DSCN3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141856523513954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjT9RcGI/AAAAAAAAATs/I_83KVPVRig/s320/DSCN3299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjT9RcHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uqBVR6kfN4w/s1600-h/DSCN3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141856523513970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjT9RcHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uqBVR6kfN4w/s320/DSCN3288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjj9RcII/AAAAAAAAAT8/G3xjuzxBaH8/s1600-h/DSCN3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184141860818481282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HFjj9RcII/AAAAAAAAAT8/G3xjuzxBaH8/s320/DSCN3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um, group orgy?&lt;br /&gt;lifeguards orgy perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;lol kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5804686207725873066?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5804686207725873066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5804686207725873066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5804686207725873066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5804686207725873066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-emo-ness-and-random-photoblog.html' title='of emo-ness and a random photoblog'/><author><name>Amy C</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R_HHEj9RcOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QbAyZS_Ygbo/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7656056278347138160</id><published>2008-03-28T17:27:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:35:10.800+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of domestic travel training....now that's scary, because time just flew by me without me even realizing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just under 4 weeks ago, i stepped foot into the toll building on the shore to be an air new zealander. few weeks down the road, i am all ready (apparently!) to go out onto the floor and start answering calls and be all by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our kiwi training room that has been my 'safe place' is a place i wont be going anymore because i will be out there along with everyone else! now what do i do when i have an i-rate customer who yells into the phone because someone else did something wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a crazy 4 weeks of training i must say, with so much to learn and it's a never ending process! "not one person in the whole contact centre knows every single thing", so they all say to us, but hey, i'd be happy to have the knowledge of someone who's been there for years and years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, 2 weeks on the phones all by myself, and then 2 weeks of shorthaul training (that's when i'll be getting all the "gidday mate how r ya" calls) and after that, i'll be working in town! ahhh it all sounds way too scary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where did all the time go to?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7656056278347138160?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7656056278347138160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7656056278347138160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7656056278347138160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7656056278347138160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-domestic-travel-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6093647512401120055</id><published>2008-03-16T18:11:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:21:38.169+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i can get used to this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9ystELCzVI/AAAAAAAAATE/tPHC8AaEs1E/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9ystELCzVI/AAAAAAAAATE/tPHC8AaEs1E/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178203561783381330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got served breakfast in bed this morning by the boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he popped into my room to dump some stuff, sneaked back downstairs and started cooking and came back up about 30mins later with my brekkie! my food made a smiley face! hehehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit my little niece again today. and i cuddled her! hehehe so cute seeing her on my arms..she's so tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9ytM0LCzWI/AAAAAAAAATM/FWHtw56NZN8/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9ytM0LCzWI/AAAAAAAAATM/FWHtw56NZN8/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178204107244227938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a haircut yesterday and some blonde streaks....and i have a fringe but i dont like it so i swept it to the side. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9yttkLCzXI/AAAAAAAAATU/75jJd-LZZiE/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9yttkLCzXI/AAAAAAAAATU/75jJd-LZZiE/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178204669884943730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really see the streaks here..but you'll be able to see it another time! and i have a small bunch of hair at the bottom that's longer than the rest. hehe i have a wee tail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. having a stupid headache AGAIN! i think i'm dehydrated -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6093647512401120055?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6093647512401120055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6093647512401120055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6093647512401120055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6093647512401120055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-get-used-to-this.html' title='i can get used to this...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R9ystELCzVI/AAAAAAAAATE/tPHC8AaEs1E/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2262190332977197590</id><published>2008-03-10T17:18:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:26:59.864+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my trainer told us last week that we'll find it really difficult to get out of bed and concentrate at work starting week 2. and it's true indeed. i had so much difficulties trying to concetrate at training today. getting out of bed isn't much of a problem coz..well, i think i have good discipline when it comes to getting out of bed to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training seems to be getting more and more complicated with each passing day. we're learning lots of new things everyday, and things that seemed so hard last week can now be done with our eyes closed. amazing eh, the whole learning process. i'm glad i'm still sitting at the top of my group :D i have super speed when it comes to doing work-related things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a lifeguard, my seniors used to comment on how quickly i get things done, which is why they always let me do stuff away from poolside, like paperwork and etc coz they know i dont muck around. and now at training, my workmates are amazed at how speedy i am. i take half the time to finish what they're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing is, we're allowed to do whatever we want once we're done, as long as we're not distracting other people. so everytime i'm done with my tasks, i'll read up more stuff on air nz's internal website :D it's pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from both national bank and asb. national bank wanted me to go for their final interview but i declined and i declined asb's one as well. even though the base salary at air nz is slightly lower than both banks mentioned, the persks there are amazing. i only know of a few perks now and i'm more than satisfied already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap airtickets..hello, how can you say no??? (unless you don't like travelling la..). 100k life insurance? SURE! cheap hotels and rental cars? WOW COUNT ME IN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like it'll be another job i'll enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2262190332977197590?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2262190332977197590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2262190332977197590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2262190332977197590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2262190332977197590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-trainer-told-us-last-week-that-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1268142759307412076</id><published>2008-03-04T17:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:00:03.174+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste of time. waste of effort :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not happy. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go study my materials now and lose my mind in it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1268142759307412076?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1268142759307412076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1268142759307412076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1268142759307412076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1268142759307412076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2198139062102073825</id><published>2008-03-01T12:25:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:48:22.151+13:00</updated><title type='text'>and it's the weekend again..</title><content type='html'>seems like a better one this time round. woke up at 12pm exactly because i was hungry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had about...10 hrs of sleep and i slept REALLY well. dont think i woke up many times throughout the night, except for a few times when i heard some loud crashes and bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day yesterday with brekkie :D me darling made me brekkie and was gonna serve me breakfast in bed, but i went downstairs before he even finished preparing. i'm spoilt, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me darling insisted to go see baby katie so we got ready to go out. went to sylvia park to get stuff and have lunch and then we went to see katie. my sister in law left us to baby sit katie while she went to have a shower and the whole time she was away, i kept thinking to myself "ugh she better not cry she better not cry she better not cry!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was quite well behaved initially. she was sleeping when we got there, but woke up a little after that started pulling funny faces at us. she was throwing winks and us and etc. lol. 5 minutes later, she started bawling. nothing would stop her..i tried patting her and talking to her, and stefan kept asking me to pick her up. but i is very scared of picking up little babies &gt;"&lt; the last time i held a wee baby was my little sister but i had my mommy supervising me. plus, that was like, 10 years ago?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, katie's mommy came down and picked her up and everything was good again. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get some photos of katie before she started bawling. i reckon she's transforming into a wee cutie pie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172549510817916418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8iWX-9sJgI/AAAAAAAAASk/XhBqdMNckTs/s320/Image219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is her, sleeping very soundly until her aunty and 'uncle' came and started talking and giggling! &gt;"&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172550026213991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8iW1-9sJhI/AAAAAAAAASs/umU6pC12TVs/s320/Image221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look how tiny she is in comparison to her cot! i think my guinea pigs are about half as long as her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172550700523857442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8iXdO9sJiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yUcX_fexi3w/s320/Image229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look at this tiny tot! only 4 days old and she's pulling winky winks at us already! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172551709841172018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8iYX-9sJjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HKQd2cmnim8/s320/Image232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro said she really looks like her mommy here! heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2198139062102073825?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2198139062102073825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2198139062102073825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2198139062102073825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2198139062102073825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-its-weekend-again.html' title='and it&apos;s the weekend again..'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8iWX-9sJgI/AAAAAAAAASk/XhBqdMNckTs/s72-c/Image219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6067594898241443935</id><published>2008-02-25T22:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:39:29.293+13:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing baby katie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8KMLZzwEuI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjz946D1FRY/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170849449709146850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8KMLZzwEuI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjz946D1FRY/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's my wee niece, about 3 hours old, in her grandma's arms :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm really tired and not in the mood again, so i'm gonna get ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R8KMLZzwEuI/AAAAAAAAASc/rjz946D1FRY/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1586955211839075387</id><published>2008-02-24T19:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:50:00.455+13:00</updated><title type='text'>cruisy weekend? more like shitty weekend..</title><content type='html'>is it the weather that's affecting me, or other stuff like, stressing about starting a proper job or the fact that my room is in a mess and i cannot accept it, or is it because i'm in a shitty mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh! i just feel like cleaning the whole damn place down but aiya, what's the point? it'll get dirty and messy again soon! i tidied my room yesterday, and now i have clothes strewn all over the floor again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuckdamnwit, i have no breakfast for tmr morning and i'm working at 5am. great...soo great. of course, i could always take a drive to foodtown or even walk there, but do i really want to risk my parking spot when lantern festival and starlight symphony is on tonight? and do i really look like a walking kinda person to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh PFFFTTTT! i'll just starve myself or drink some milk at work and sit in the toilet and suffer from lactose intolerance for the rest of my working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah i hate hate hate this weekend! everything just didnt fall in place. i do something, it turns around to shoot me back in the face or runs back to bite me on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? my ipod just synced itself with my itunes on my new laptop. which means, my 2gb of music collection has now been reduced to...227mb. oh GREAT.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitfuckscratchkillkillkilllllllll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1586955211839075387?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1586955211839075387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1586955211839075387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1586955211839075387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1586955211839075387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cruisy-weekend-more-like-shitty-weekend.html' title='cruisy weekend? more like shitty weekend..'/><author><name>Amy C</name><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-8701287823164542980.post-2361907109494627002</id><published>2008-02-23T21:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:47:06.146+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've lost interest in blogging..but i'll blog every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2361907109494627002?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2361907109494627002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2361907109494627002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2361907109494627002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2361907109494627002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-ive-lost-interest-in-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6797950969167648748</id><published>2008-02-20T21:56:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:08:23.600+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so valentine's day and my birthday came and went..how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on valentine's day, we didn't do much. it's just another day..but stefan cooked teppanyaki for us at his place, and that was one yummy meal! should've taken some photos before i stuffed my face silly, but hey, i was really hungry and the meal looked darn good. why waste time taking photos right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my actual birthday, i had a flat warming with my workmates. 6 ppl pulled out that evening so it was a rather quiet one, but fun nonetheless. there's no such thing as "NO FUN" when it comes to my workmates. RB made me a cake and it's really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont have time to post pics up now but wil hopefully do it over the weekend or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday came along and i met up with tina and lucy in newmarket. tina got her lower left conch pierced and it looks really cool. then we came back to my place, did some catching up, had dinner and then waited for guests to arrive. went clubbing for an hour and then took a cab home because stefan and myself were really tired, and stefan's sick and tired of drinking and clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that whole night, i had half a long island tea, 2 glasses of wine and a juice+vodka mix. got a little tipsy after a few sips of the long island tea but sobered up before i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i think since moving out, i've been behaving pretty well. haven't had much to drink compared to the 2 girls (cough cough), only been out clubbing once since new year's and even managed to put aside some money for savings! i think the flat's doing pretty well, minus the occassional bickering/ bitching with each other but we always end up in fits of laughter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, it's 7minutes past my bedtime. will update again soon. tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: if &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;are really worried about me, then tell me what you're worrying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6797950969167648748?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6797950969167648748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6797950969167648748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6797950969167648748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6797950969167648748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-valentines-day-and-my-birthday-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1401429967239167997</id><published>2008-02-18T21:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:01:10.276+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*screams at top of lungs* I HAVE A NEW JOB and it's the job i really wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! go me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i'm leaving my current job wed of next week so if you wanna come say hi to me at the pools, do so quickly :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to start my new job! WAHEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1401429967239167997?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1401429967239167997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1401429967239167997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1401429967239167997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1401429967239167997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/screams-at-top-of-lungs-i-have-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6426271115197126051</id><published>2008-02-06T21:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:46:27.292+13:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you should stop talking and listen...</title><content type='html'>i got into an argument today with a guy who was rather rude to me. what happened was, a girl about 8 (lets call her mary) was swimming in a pool. while mary was swimming, 2 boys were racing in the lane and they swam past her, pretty much getting her caught between them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary's father was standing right beside me, and when it happened, he yelled out to me "OI! DID YOU SEE WHAT?! WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING?! OI! HEY! OI!!!!" so i looked at him and almost rolled my eyes, then i spoke back to him saying "why are you telling me off? i saw what they did, and i'm going to tell them not to do it again. there is no need to be so rude to me - i wasn't the one who did wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mary's dad got utterly pissed off at me and started going off at me saying "THESE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN HERE FOR OVER 20 MINUTES AND YOU JUST LET THEM SWIM UP AND DOWN IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. WHEN I TELL THEM OFF, THEY DON'T LISTEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point, i walked off, told the kids off to swim properly then went back to the spot i was standing at and thought to myself - wtf did i do?! why did i let him yell at me like that? he has no reason to be so rude to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to call for me senior, who was in charge at that time. i told him exactly what happened and and he was fuming - he's the kind of guy who doesnt like people who treat girls badly. anyway, he approached mary's dad and asked if everything was ok, and guess what? mary's dad started to go off at him and he was SO rude too! at that point, they were both arguing rather loudly and most swimmers have stopped to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary's dad kept saying that i told him "why are you telling me to tell the kids off?" when i clearly said "why are you telling me off?". guess that's what happens when you dont listen and just try to get our message through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, mary's dad apologized to me and to my senior for behaving badly..hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that was sorted, my senior pulled me to the side and asked me if i knew why that guy was being so rude to me - apparently, it was because of culture barrier and selfishness. culture barrier because...in his culture, they have no respect for women (i wont say where he's from) and he didnt like it when i answered him back for telling me off so rudely. and as for selfishness, he wanted everything to work around his daughter mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, it was ok for mary to dive, but not for other people. hmm..go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least he apologised at the end. what a waste of time though. funny thing was, a lady swimmer came up to me later and said "gosh is he stupid or what?!" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the moral of the story is, you need to listen what other people is trying to tell you as well - dont just try to get your point across and ignore everything else. and another thing is, have respect for everyone, regardless if they're male or female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6426271115197126051?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6426271115197126051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6426271115197126051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6426271115197126051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6426271115197126051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-you-should-stop-talking-and.html' title='sometimes you should stop talking and listen...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5571212988983337006</id><published>2008-02-01T16:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:23:55.653+13:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;..so i'll do this tag i found on Cat's blog even though i wasn't tagged :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stefan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. What were you doing at 0800?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said "bye" to Stefan and went back to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleaned the kitchen and made more ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. What happened to you in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what, am i supposed to list everything that happened that year?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"see ya" at the petrol station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. How many beverages did you have today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee &amp;amp; water - 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. What colour is your hairbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown but i dont brush my hair  with it - i use my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Petrol &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. Where were you last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was at work until 8pm, went to parents' place and came back to my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10. What colour is your front door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       I have no idea *runs off to check* - dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11. Where do you keep your change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold coins go in the coin box in my car, the rest goes in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;12. What's the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13. What's the best ice-cream flavour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maple &amp;amp; walnut all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14. What excites you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm..lots of things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hell no - i have no money and i like my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;16. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;17. Do you talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends on my mood, but i babble a lot most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18. Do you watch the O.C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;20. Do you make your own words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;21. Are you a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sort of..but i've seen worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abbigail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'K'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;24. Who's the first person on your received call list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"private number"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;25. What does the last text message you received say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;from RB - "hope stefan can survive on chicken salad then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;26. Do you chew on the straw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ew, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;27. Do you have curly hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;28. What's the next place you're going to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dunno? a random bar perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;29. Who's the rudest person in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i forgive and forget :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;30. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef lasagna that RB made for dinner last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;31. Will you get married in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;32. What was the best movie you've seen in past 2 weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;honestly..i cant remember. i watch a movie pretty much everynight. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;33. Is there anyone I like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not a hater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;34. When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 mins ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;35. Are you currently depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;36. Did you cry today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;37. Why did you answer and post this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;read my title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;38. Tag 5 people who would do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoever la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5571212988983337006?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5571212988983337006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5571212988983337006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5571212988983337006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5571212988983337006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-to-death.html' title='bored to death...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5144931857176418332</id><published>2008-02-01T11:14:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:15:19.278+13:00</updated><title type='text'>poos!</title><content type='html'>i think i totally fluked my phone interview with asb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes one of my job opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5144931857176418332?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5144931857176418332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5144931857176418332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5144931857176418332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5144931857176418332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/poos.html' title='poos!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2186727177583749667</id><published>2008-02-01T10:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:09:17.612+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap. i blame it on pms. i was so tired last night that 3 seconds into lying down in bed, i fell asleep. and i was snoring at night too. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early to move my car into the garage this morning and when i got back, i couldnt really fall asleep again. which is a good thing i suppose, since i have a phone interview at 11am. i dont want my interviewer to ring me and hear me croaking over the phone like a grumpy frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, all these interviews are driving me nuts. i wish they dont take so long and have less stages! i honestly cant wait until i land a job i would really enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm gonna go have some pick-me-up and have a coffee to wake up a little and get my brain going, else i'll sound like a useless blonde for my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: will try to do a post about my australia trip soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2186727177583749667?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2186727177583749667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2186727177583749667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2186727177583749667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2186727177583749667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5779050007821641319</id><published>2008-01-30T10:19:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:30:28.467+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're connected at our new place! i am so totally loving our flat, but at the same time i miss the convenience of living at home! which reminds me, i have laundry that needs to be done this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and 2 other girls are flatting in a townhouse somewhere in parnell - i think all 3 of us get along quite well and it's good that we get to voice our opinions to each other. and it's good that all 3 of us have different working hours so we dont see each other at the same time EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be cooking our first meal at here tonight, now that i've cleaned out the whole kitchen and everything's good to be used. i had to clean the kitchen over a span of 3 days because everything looked rather grotty and the benches and floor was kinda icky. but i wouldn't mind eating off the bench now! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's me and my new flat - will throw a house warming soon, maybe in conjunction with my birthday or something..i'll send the invitations out once everything's confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised in the previous post, here are 2 photos of the flowers my darling gave me for our first month-niversary :) it's sitting happily on our kitchen bench and is still looking very healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5-aGzKm7II/AAAAAAAAAR0/atPgnq0en2c/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5-aGzKm7II/AAAAAAAAAR0/atPgnq0en2c/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161013139594472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5-aUjKm7JI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IaNtEvje6es/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5-aUjKm7JI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IaNtEvje6es/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161013375817673874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm off to go get some chores done and think what to cook for tonight and take a walk to the asian supermarket with nancy to get more necessities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5779050007821641319?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5779050007821641319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5779050007821641319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5779050007821641319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5779050007821641319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-connected-at-our-new-place-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5-aGzKm7II/AAAAAAAAAR0/atPgnq0en2c/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1525442645713679767</id><published>2008-01-27T20:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:07:39.671+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be able to blog much from today onwards - i am internet-less at my new place! i moved out yesterday so we are yet to get internet up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that.....i got flowers from someone special on friday! will post pics up when we have internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 1 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i'm off. gotta go get a few more stuff and go back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1525442645713679767?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1525442645713679767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1525442645713679767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1525442645713679767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1525442645713679767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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for a bigger and clearer version&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5Al2VRPeZI/AAAAAAAAARc/-T2mCr7mjUA/s320/TBNZ712313195257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663188691843474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me about 5 seconds before i jumped off. apparently, i look very calm...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5AmRVRPeaI/AAAAAAAAARk/kI5BjEA9M64/s1600-h/TBNZ712313195258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5AmRVRPeaI/AAAAAAAAARk/kI5BjEA9M64/s320/TBNZ712313195258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663652548311458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...."SHITTTTT!" and i thought to myself "wtf did i just do?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5AmjFRPebI/AAAAAAAAARs/VmDIlJ6BV2c/s1600-h/TBNZ712313195259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5AmjFRPebI/AAAAAAAAARs/VmDIlJ6BV2c/s320/TBNZ712313195259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156663957490989490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally someone rescuing me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm an adrenaline junkie! skydiving is nextttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a call from Starbucks for the position I applied for about a week ago as a Barista/ Shift Supervisor. i am so not prepared for a a phone interview coz truth be told, i havent been preparing. this is the 2nd phone interview i did and i'm pretty sure i did badly from what my parents told me as they were with me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, having said that, the guy interviewing me was pretty casual. he had broken english which was a little off-putting but it put me at ease at the same time...at the end, he asked if i was free for a walk-in interview, but i couldn't make it so he said he'll ring me up another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i actually wonder if he will ring back...should've just said i'll go for the interview and ring in sick for work tomorrow! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had another phone interview with flight centre travel money - the guy sounded so friendly and he made the interview so breezy! when he asked me questions, i didnt get all tongue-tied and i could actually think straight. usually when i get interviewed, i'll be nerve wrecked and screw up the whole thing by not thinking straight and speaking clearly. gonna wait for more calls or emails hopefully :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3947492583151443185?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3947492583151443185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3947492583151443185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3947492583151443185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3947492583151443185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2008/01/bungy-jump.html' title='bungy jump!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R5Al2VRPeZI/AAAAAAAAARc/-T2mCr7mjUA/s72-c/TBNZ712313195257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-218972069184260847</id><published>2008-01-13T19:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:58:43.560+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the last time i blogged was a month ago!</title><content type='html'>what did i do in the last 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;well, lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i bailed nz and hopped over to australia. spent about 10 days there with family, went 1 shade darker from being in the sun quite a bit, did lots of shopping and blasted about $1000 on shopping (no regrets!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we flew back to nz, and i was home for 4 days before i bailed auckland for taupo to spend new years. went down to taupo with RB and did some crazy things (what do you expect when you spend 5 days with a crazy girl? lol). we went bungy jumping (whee! would definitely do it again!!), white water rafting, kayaking, huka jets and clubbing on new year's eve. it was a good 5 day 'retreat', if that's what you want to call it. we both came back nice and refreshed and VERY tanned. it was awesome coz we ended our trip with a good 45 minutes body massage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was back to auckland again, and since then, it was been going out, hanging out with friends, occassional drinks, flat and job hunting which is driving me crazy, and work. and that's pretty much me in a nutshell of what i've been up to in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back again soon with pictures :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-218972069184260847?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8361341011258754434</id><published>2007-12-13T22:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:30:13.329+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bailing the country! yeayaa!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow's the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in sunny brisbane in 12 hours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippeedeedoodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me some nice messages while i'm away ok - i'll try to come online as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss my guinea pigs so much :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8361341011258754434?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8361341011258754434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8361341011258754434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8361341011258754434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8361341011258754434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-bailing-country-yeayaa.html' title='i&apos;m bailing the country! yeayaa!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6856161900569693912</id><published>2007-12-10T23:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:16:43.608+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw my pic on RB's FB and i look gone! i think that was when i was drinking vodka cruiser - which means, the jagermeister haven't even been downed &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, why do i have the red bunny syndrome?! nor fair! i should go look for this thing that i've heard ppl say that you won't go red after drinking it. i dont want to look DRUNK (when i'm not!) in all my photos after drinking :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ugh, cough is back. must be from all the shouting from last week. and i'm taking swim lessons tmr - if i feel crap, i'm gonna get mr pretty boi at work to take over instead, since he's been wanting to do it :P but he'll probably spend like, 3 hours fixing his hair after getting it wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i've never seen anyone as vain as him. or as useless. his name is james. and he was going "ouch ouch ouch" when he got splattered by hot water while making instant noodles. and then he went "ew! the seat's dirty! yucky.." when he saw some food scraps on the seat. and then he goes around asking "does my hair look fine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's perfectly straight. well, he has a gf. unless, his gf is just there to cover........?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6856161900569693912?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6856161900569693912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wheeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4.37am now and i'm sitting in front of this squarish screen typing up some random shit while eating "pan mee". i haven't got enough brain cells to figure out what it's called in english, so let's all just be happy with "pan mee" ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today must've been the weirdest day in my whole 22 years of life. i spent 3-4 hours crying and sobbing non-stop, i spent 1 hour having suicidal thoughts, and then proceeded to spend another 45 minutes staring into a bath tub half filled with water and the hair dryer which i've pulled out. next thing i know, i had my bath towel on the bathroom's tiles, and i was lying flat on the tiles feeling the cold against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was txting like 5 people at the same time, talking about different things, like how a "fat lazy bitch" (quote Daddle) pulled a sickie on her last 2 days of work, about how i dont want to live anymore and apologizing to Tina and Stefan for having to cancel out on our strawberry picking adventure :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then evening came along, and before i knew it, i was sitting in RB's car happily chatting away about our soon to be very interesting night! and next thing i know, stefan's standing beside RB's car and then we were in and the alcohol started coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally unrelated: while i was slurping my pan mee, i had the brilliant-est idea! i shall buy lots of laughing gas and store it in my room. everytime dad and i are about to break into an argument, i'll just sniff a small canister and then go "argue" with dad while trying to control my fits of laughter. that'll keep him happy for a while, until he starts wondering what the heck i'm getting high on -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no laughing has or NOX tonight. the store ran out :( but you know, after some stupid asian herbal shot i had, i was in fits of giggles, i think. i was sitting at the dark stairway with stefan giggling about EVERYTHING and thinking about it now, it wasn't even funny :P (ok, that asian herbal shot i had is called Jagermeister and it's the most foul alcohol i've ever tasted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head went all spinny spinny after that shot so i just sat around giggling until i "sobered" up again but just as i was sobering up, we had to leave to head to town and RB and i had our pre-packed shots (tequila and lime) and it was DISGUSTING as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then crazy dancing started...sweaty...hot...rashes....left my house keys in stefan's apartment got tina and nancy had to wait with me for like 20 minutes (sorry and thx girls) and a shower later, i'm home, slurping on my "pan mee" while drinking lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be bed time soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be arsed typing any longer, so nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2127741104083153169?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2127741104083153169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2127741104083153169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2127741104083153169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2127741104083153169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-wheeeeee-its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5605147581851500275</id><published>2007-12-08T00:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:06:54.136+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm what a good nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like going out and not having to spend a single penny on food and drinks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Daddle (our pimp for the nite) for the drinks and thank you whoever at the bar who sponsored drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate tmr - as for now, it's bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5605147581851500275?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5605147581851500275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5605147581851500275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5605147581851500275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5605147581851500275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/12/mm-what-good-nite-i-like-going-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6507783634928806074</id><published>2007-12-03T19:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:04:18.574+13:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for fun!</title><content type='html'>i had the awesomest yesterday and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was spent being lazy and munching on junk at the beach. we were meant to head to mission bay but the weather was crap so i bailed to eastern beach instead. the sun wasn't up, but at least it wasn't raining. after reading and listening to some songs there, i packed everything up with my sister and her friend, went home to get one of my guinea pigs and we were out again. this time, with an ice block each. went back to the same spot and resumed what i was doing, with my guinea pig munching on grass happily beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i went for work 'training'. we have lifeguarding and first aid training every first week of the month but yesterday was very different! we had a brief meeting to point out who are the lazy buggers at work, then we all got changed and filled this pool inflatable with air. it's called an AQUARUN and it looks something like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R1On-cTdkfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/liH7KPmg-cI/s1600-R/pi_aqua-dash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R1On-cTdkfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XKQbTQbrEII/s320/pi_aqua-dash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139636290951418354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;image courtesy of: http://www.aflextechnology.com/pool-inflatables-af.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the one we had was way harder than this. we have one that looks exactly the same but we usually take that out for kids under 14. the one we had yesterday was mean as!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were SO rough! i was standing on poolside laughing my head off at how silly the boys were and suddenly, Abhi got me soaked with the hose and i was still fully clothed! so i went off to the bench to sit, and Darryl and Brendan grabbed my legs and hands and flung me onto the AQUARUN &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just sat there not moving and everyone started cracking up and hosing me with super cold water so i had to run away! just as i was running away, Abhi the fatty came and squash me and i got stuck under him! then Brendan came to squash Abhi and poor me was squashed under 2 guys. Darryl apparently came to rescue me, but it was too late coz i wriggled myself free (ah, the joy of being tiny!) and someone pushed me off into the water. and Brendan jumped in right above me and i got squashed and pushed 1.8m down the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really cool even though the boys were so rough. everyone went home with a form of injury - i have a scratch in my knee, Darryl had this massive finger mark on this upper arm, Brendan was limping at the end of it, James' toe nail got ripped off by the stitching on the aquarun (ouch!) and the list goes on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fun night...and the best part it, everyone who attended got paid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was another fun day! tina, stefan and myself went to waiwera and it was mean! the slides were pretty empty and the pools had just the right number of kids. if there were too many kids at one point, we could just bail to this other "adults only" pool! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on almost all the slides except for one which was closed the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was perfect coz none of us got brown even though we were out for about 4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next event: strawberry picking. anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6507783634928806074?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6507783634928806074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6507783634928806074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6507783634928806074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6507783634928806074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-for-fun.html' title='yay for fun!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R1On-cTdkfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/XKQbTQbrEII/s72-c/pi_aqua-dash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4187901674320455653</id><published>2007-11-27T14:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:28:13.054+13:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: rant ahead</title><content type='html'>i'm so annoyed today. annoyed at the lack of organisation and management that my team of workmates have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i was scheduled to only do swimming lessons today, so i wore my bikini under my uniform to work and didn't bring my bra and undies coz i thought i'll come home wrapped in a towel (with my bikini still on, of course!) once i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone rang ANOTHER swim tutor in (or maybe she just turned up herself?) and i was told by my Senior that i wasn't teaching. and i was like O.o which means i have to do 5 hours of lifeguarding instead of swim teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other colleague must've seen how disappointed i was coz he came up to me and said "hey, i dont feel well. you can take my classes. ok?" and that got me a little happier. then later, the other swim tutor (we'll call her B) started bitching about EVERY SINGLE DAMNED THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE'RE MY STUDENTS?"&lt;br /&gt;"LETS GET THE NEXT CLASS ROLLING! HURRY UP!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE'S THE LESSON PLAN FOR THIS CLASS?"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU GOT EVERYTHING MIXED UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@(#*@()* FFS, just shut up and let E do his work at his own pace can or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got out after teaching for 2 hours, and though "oh shyte. i'm up the creek! i have no bra and undies!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while changing to get dry, i had the most brilliant idea. i have a spare set of bikini in my car. hehe :D so i was all sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more things happened after that but i cant be bothered listing them..to cut it all short, everyone involved in organizing the roster is really really bad &gt;"&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left an hour early coz i was pissed and annoyed at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can go dock my pay for an hour if they want - but i dont think they should coz they were the ones who screwed up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4187901674320455653?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4187901674320455653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4187901674320455653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4187901674320455653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4187901674320455653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning-rant-ahead.html' title='warning: rant ahead'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7663195242561754499</id><published>2007-11-21T20:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:17:56.318+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig chester'/><title type='text'>photoblog: chester</title><content type='html'>i'm still in a rotten mood all thanks to inconsiderate ppl who demands things done THEIR way and not the BEST way. but you know, i'm not gonna let that spoil my mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised i've got photos of chester uploaded so you can all see how cute my bundle of joy is and be jealous that i have a companion who listens to me rant when i'm upset and squeaks in return :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PlpdSZuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3c5tJkxPFWA/s1600-h/chester2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PlpdSZuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3c5tJkxPFWA/s320/chester2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135200500531706050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hi. my name is Chester and i'm a Male Abyssinian guinea pig. I turned 2 months old yesterday and i have 3 very annoying and irritating owners who comes to steal my pigloo so that they can scratch my back and hear me purr. that's my very bootylicious butt ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PmKdSZuOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A32ZAoCQIWU/s1600-h/chester1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PmKdSZuOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A32ZAoCQIWU/s320/chester1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201067467389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is me from the top view. i am a tri-colour guinea pig. from my very bootylicious photo above, you can tell that me rear end has 2 colours - brown and black. i'm gorgeous, am i not?? i have 2 very floppy ears which flaps around when i shake my whole body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PmpNSZuPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0QwHeSovyZo/s1600-h/chester3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PmpNSZuPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0QwHeSovyZo/s320/chester3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201595748366578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the purple thing is actually my litter pan, which means i'm meant to wee and poo in it. but of course, i never use it because i'm a dirty and smelly guinea pig. i wee and poo everywhere because i know my owners love me a lot so they'll change my bedding every other day (aren't i lucky!). i use the litter pan to play hide and seek with my owner..when my owner says "here boy! hereeee.." i'll run to the little pan and hide in it until she takes the litter pan off me. i can stay in it for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0Pn_9SZuSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jUTxhJau-RY/s1600-h/chester7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0Pn_9SZuSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jUTxhJau-RY/s320/chester7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135203086102018338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is me rubbing my bum against the wall of my cage. do i look fat in this position? i think i need to do some laps soon! i can see myself getting rounder by the day &gt;"&lt; fluff ball! weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PogNSZuTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pgLO7Kxg9fQ/s1600-h/chester9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PogNSZuTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pgLO7Kxg9fQ/s320/chester9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135203640152799538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my yummy food? i get fresh fruits and veges everyday! my absolute favourite is purple grapes with no seeds. fruit seeds are toxic to me so my owners will remove them all before feeding them to me. i quite like tomatoes as well but they stain my pretty fur. carrots and apples are ok too :) cucumbers are yuck and i dont know why my owner still feeds them to me. spinach is yummmmmmmyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video of my owner giving me a back scratch and you can hear me purring too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4006dac24117f31c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4006dac24117f31c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333257762%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6386021676F9DA1FB23E971B6ADFF64E3D2F8A25.42FC66FF47165E7C5AB96E38BA2654A4838C5C83%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4006dac24117f31c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFFPUxuVJmfRD9pAs8XE_PfhZSDQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4006dac24117f31c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7663195242561754499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7663195242561754499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7663195242561754499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7663195242561754499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/photoblog-chester.html' title='photoblog: chester'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ru6bLfO5yS8/R0PlpdSZuMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3c5tJkxPFWA/s72-c/chester2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-660852906981963171</id><published>2007-11-19T00:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:52:28.447+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quickie again before i shoot off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a rather depressed soul for the last few days due to my results :( they are not good, so i'm gonna take a break from uni..or rather, i'm thinking of taking a break from uni and get a proper full time job for about 1 year then finish off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why i'm taking so long to get a stupid simple degree. i'm just another dumb asshole you see on the streets wasting their life away. but if you do see me, please dont ask me anything related to uni? if i feel like talking, i'll talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was like digging my own grave deeper in. well, it felt like it. already i am wallowing in being so upset about my results (guess 10 hours of studying a day for a whole week just ain't enough...), i had to push myself to keep talking about it because EVERYONE..and i mean EVERYONE was talking about uni, exams, graduating and getting a job. almost every nook and corner and i went to hide, someone was bound to be talking about either one of those mentioned *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes. my plan is to just take a break. i know for SURE that i will fall into depression if i dont take a break from uni and just relax for a while and go back again when i'm ready. i do not want to be a depressed person...already as it is, i have some very crazy thoughts going on in my head which aren't very healthy. thank God for some good friends who drag me out of the house for some relaxing moments rather than just letting me crawl into bed and think crazy things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i'm still ok so dont worry too much. i keep myself busy so i wont think too much about it. however, i still need to let my parents know. i've been putting this off for a few days so i'm thinking of telling them on tuesday evening coz that's when i have 3 days off work. i dont want to bring my home-emotions to work coz it really affects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that my parents will understand, though i know i am letting them down BIG TIME this time around. but what can i do? i still need to keep my sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i forgotten this was meant to be a "quickie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickies of the week:&lt;br /&gt;- sleptover at christine's on sunday night&lt;br /&gt;- went for a really good chicken wrap and soy hot choc with christine and 2 other friends on mon&lt;br /&gt;- worked tuesday to saturday, with wednesday off&lt;br /&gt;- wed was pretty much the only time i had to catch up with some sleep and do some essentials&lt;br /&gt;- caught up with a few friends, mainly RB because 2 depressive souls get along very well&lt;br /&gt;- caught up with some other friends tonight and had some good food, though my appetite (i usually eat a lot!!) wasn't really there&lt;br /&gt;- and lastly, been spending lots of time with Chester who's getting even more fond of me and he keeps me sane :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-660852906981963171?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/660852906981963171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=660852906981963171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/660852906981963171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/660852906981963171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/hiya-just-quickie-again-before-i-shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-437422102585978439</id><published>2007-11-13T22:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:14:54.509+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig chester'/><title type='text'>my baby boy!</title><content type='html'>hello people! i'm back after taking a short break so rejuvenate so that i'll look prettier..not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the last couple of days have basically been tidying up bits and pieces of my room, putting stuff back in order again like all the mess i've made in the whole house, going to work (i need money!!!) and catching up with some friends :) oh and of course, spending time with my baby boy, Chester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lemme introduce Chester to you. he's my darling boy who is an Abyssinian breed of guinea pig. he was born on 20/9/2007 so he's only about 7 weeks old but acting totally like a teenager! throwing tantrums here and there and getting all shy when us girls (me and my sis) pays him a visit! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think he's been settling down well. he's getting more and more vocal (chatty) by the day. he talks to my mum when she's doing the laundry going mweeepmweeepmweeeeeep or wheeekwheeekwheeeeek which seems to be a way of him asking for food. i read up heaps about guinea pig sounds and what they mean and even made myself familiarise with all their sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also knows when someone's in the garage with him, coz that's when he'll start talking again and he knows this is how he gets my attention. i dont think he knows how to get to his drink bottle yet, so we use another bottle to feed him a few times during the day. he drinks heaps! just tonight, i taught him a new trick ;) when i shake his drink bottle, he'll know how to find it and then start drinking from it. and sometimes when he's drinking from his bottle, he'll play tug-o-war with it! ehehheeh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think he's very friendly coz he doesnt seem to like being picked up. we tried to pick him up several times on saturday but he just kept running away and made a noise which indicated that he's scared/ annoyed/ stressed so we left him alone for the night. he's getting better now though coz he lets me scratch the back of his ear and at the bottom of his mouth. he seems to enjoy these a lot coz he'll make his face look all cute by closing his eyes a little and opening it and closing it again! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis' friend came over on monday to teach us how to pick him up. she cuddled him for a while then handled him over to me. it was my first time ever holding a little piggy so i wasn't sure how to hold him properly. he ended up biting me not once, but twice! mind you, it wasn't a tiny nibble either. it was a full on bite :( and it bled for ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a bit scared of him, but hey i dont blame him for biting me. if i was his size and there was a monster beast holding me in a way that i feel unsafe, i would start biting and hacking away too! the wound's pretty small but i think it's quite deep. it seems to be hurting more today when i try to get some work done but oh well, it's only a bite and i'll survive ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'll go get some fresh veges for him tmr while i'm out. thinking of doing some solitary shopping so might as well go get him some. he's been living on apples and carrots and grapes and tomatoes for the last 1 week. i know, it's not all that bad but he doesnt fancy carrots very much. he really likes grapes but i read online that piggies shouldn't be fed too much grapes and apples. plus, they need more vitamin c and apparently green bell pepper is really good as vitamin c source and they love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how it goes tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it about my baby boy for now. will post some pics up soon - got them on camera but havent transferred them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1738481987322917765</id><published>2007-11-08T11:10:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:51:10.971+13:00</updated><title type='text'>super FOUL mood! *edited*</title><content type='html'>i'm in a super foul mood today. i have no idea why, but i think it's the stress getting to me. funny how i didnt feel like that for my other 2 exams. i just felt like crying everytime i think i cant take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today..today is just different! i felt like i hadn't slept a wink, but i'm not tired. the phone kept ringing and ringing this morning and it was SO annoying especially when you're trying to make full use of your sleeping time. and the fact that my dad is always doing his work in the garage thus making him not able to answer the phone quickly really irks me too! there is a simple solution to that - we have a cordless phone, carry it with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum rang up and i had to answer it coz my dad was in the toilet. i sounded SO grumpy at that time and i know it, but i just couldn't help it. i do NOT like being woken up in a way where i have to jump out of bed quickly...as if there was an emergency or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is going to be a very long day. i'm trying to calm myself down by taking it easy first then only start studying, but it ain't working yo. i checked a few things online, and one of them was the trademe package which i sent out on monday and the person still hasn't received it. and the courier company is meant to get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant they be more efficient?! hello, it's been FOUR FUCKING days! courier is meant to be OVERNIGHT? and the client is only located in auckland CBD. ain't that far away from where i live! could've delivered it myself if i knew nz couriers were such imbeciles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, now you know how foul my mood is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling much better now :) i think the whole foul mood thing was because i really wanted to sleep in more. but i forced myself to wake up anyway :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a big bowl of rice porridge with lots of soysauce and even MORE sesame oil, i started to calm down. did some air punches and air kicks to release a bit of stress and tension :P and it kinda worked. the joy of not having anyone home! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somtimes i wonder what will happen if i actually have a life size punching inflatable. you know one of those blow up things that comes to your height (well, my height anyway..) and the base is filled with sand to weight it down? and if you push it, it goes backward and comes right back at you after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might end up destroying it :P we used to have one back in msia...wonder where it is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells..time to start on another past exam paper or i'll run out of time. cant believe tmrw's my last paper and it'll be guinea pig hunting after that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided not to adopt from the refuge because the owner has simply too many requirements. like, the size of the cage, and that my WHOLE family needs to be involved in the adoption process. she said she wants to come around to our house to look at the cage we made, to talk to my parents and to check out our home -_- it's almost as if we're adopting a human baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really troublesome. because, first of all, we made a cage that is 1 size smaller than what she recommended, but they are at least TWICE the size of a pet store cage. or about the size of my sister (height wise) and i think that is more than enough. secondly, my mum is not keen on us getting a pet. my dad on the other hand, has given us the green light to get 2 guinea pigs, but because he is highly allergic to dustmites, he ain't all that keen either. so it's really pointless to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence my decision to just get guinea pigs from elsewhere. found a few on trademe, but they're all of the long haired breed and those are high maintenance coz the fur needs to be trimmed quite often, and it's not like we have an edward-scissorhand sitting at home to do that! guess the short haired ones will be the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop after exam tmrw....four seasons pet shop in glen innes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1738481987322917765?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1738481987322917765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>an elder's wife at church passed away on monday night. i received an email informing us yesterday morning when i did my routine email check after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, on sunday morning, i saw the elder, but not his wife. they're ALWAYS together - i've never seen one and not the other, until that morning. few seconds later, my dad asked "eh, where's his wife?" and i said "not sure. maybe she's sick!" but right after saying that, i 'saw' an image of someone who had passed away and a very heavy feeling came over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know how to describe it, but it made me feel really upset..but i just brushed it off thinking my mind's playing tricks with me again. but when i received that email yesterday, it just felt weird.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another incident was when i had a dream about someone being pregnant. the following day, we were told that that someone IS pregnant and i told my mum about my dream and she just went "REALLY?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5829201768423744970?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5829201768423744970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5829201768423744970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5829201768423744970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5829201768423744970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/elders-wife-at-church-passed-away-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6740338214845007757</id><published>2007-11-07T01:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:27:34.358+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of my saving's account went dwindling over the last month partly because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a trademe addiction when exams come around and i spend unnecessarily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've been buying useless &amp;amp; random things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mum owes me about $800 from accumulated expenses (i dunno how it got so high!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've been buying heaps of stuff for my sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sis-kimbo owes me lots of moolah and i've lost count!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and because of the dwindling digits, i started doing trademe agian (out of desperation!). and it's very nice to see my account picking up more digits :D just today, i transferred over $200 into my "trademe" bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6740338214845007757?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6740338214845007757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6740338214845007757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6740338214845007757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6740338214845007757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-my-savings-account-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1359574559656234796</id><published>2007-11-06T01:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:13:07.350+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! lucy's back :D i am one very happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies, dunnit? just a little over 5 months ago, i remember dropping by lucy's hse straight after work in my yucky uniform t say goodbye :( and now lucylulu's back again :) we'll be the 'abandoned' ones this summer so lets make full use of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1am and i'm meant to be in lala-land already according to my schedule...but i just dont feel like ending the day. i feel like doing more things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am physically tired and worn out after a long long day, but i just dont want to sleep just yet (and i'll wake up tmrw morning cursing at why i didnt sleep earlier! it happens EVERY single morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having mixed emotions - one moment i'm all stressed, another moment i have this 101% confidence which is ridiculous, then 3 seconds later i feel like i'm a failure, and an hour of emo-ing later i feel like i'm superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even pms-ing coz aunt petunia left like, 10 days ago or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's going on! is it the caffeine-overload? is it all the studying? is it all the information on guinea pigs that i've been reading? is it me craving for LIFE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very weird dream the other day. but it involved this hot guy...i dunno who -.-" but i know he was hot! and i woke up feeling very happy for 5 mins, then reality kicked in and i was my usual dumb self again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream started with me at a petshop over at the aqua section. my image of the aqua section basically involves lots and lots of aquarium with fishes, and a few large black oxygen tanks. well, i was looking at some fishes and was wandering around, and then i saw a TIGER! O.O i know! it was in a cage and ppl were all looking at it and i just stood from afar to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden right, some men (i think it was 2 or 3 of them) appeared from the ground - they came through like those underground tunnels which led up to where i was. and they were poachers -___________- they wanted to kill the tiger for its skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everyone just ran away but because i'm a total slowpoke, i was a bit slow. they fired into air and part of the aqua section blew up. it blew up because somehow.........the oxygen tanks were some sort of gas which will blew up when the poacher fired. i didn't know where to run to and while i was panicking, some hot guy (wtf! hahahaha) came to my rescue and picked me up and put me over his shoulder and took me to a safe place (HHHAAHAHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after making sure i was ok, he went back for the poachers to rescue the tiger and try to get the poachers. there was one part where he was hanging onto a rope and taking a full swing at the poachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my alarm clock rang and i almost threw it out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly dream aye? hahaha wonder what i saw/ did/ read on that day to make up such a concoction of dream :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now go do something productive instead of reading about my silly dream and falling off the chair laughing! SHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1359574559656234796?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1359574559656234796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1359574559656234796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1359574559656234796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1359574559656234796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay-lucys-back-d-i-am-one-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2293798985313064412</id><published>2007-11-05T21:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:37:30.407+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got a guinea pig cage all ready! i spend about an hour today making up the base and am quite happy with the results :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get corflute/ coroplast from payless plastic in the size i want, so huzzah again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit fluffed that the person at the guinea pigs' refuge ain't replying to my mails. kinda want to adopt 2 piggles ASAP but she's not being very...helpful. now we're (well, i am...) thinking of adopting from spca instead but the guinea pigs' refuge have cuter piggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, she's pretty strict with who's adopting it and where the piggles are going and what size cages they're gonna be in and etc. i made our cage one size down coz i think a cage that is over 76 x  91 cm is more than enough got 2 piggles -___- even my sister can fit quite comfortably in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was saying that she wont allow ppl under 18 to adopt 'em piggles unless someone above 18 is the pets' main caregiver...well, i kinda understand that. you cant really point your finger at a wee kid and say "hey, that's your pig. go clean the cage" when the wee kid can barely look after his/herself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really am hoping she'll get back to me soon! i'm thinking of surprising my sisters with the guinea pigs on friday when they come home from sch - i know which ones they want so if all goes well, i mgiht drive to north shore after my exam on friday and pick the piggles up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to get back to chemistry..while listening to pyro go POP POP POP in the air -.-" gosh i hate this time of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2293798985313064412?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2293798985313064412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2293798985313064412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2293798985313064412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2293798985313064412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/huzzah-weve-got-guinea-pig-cage-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2201354880400318537</id><published>2007-11-04T23:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:24:17.440+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>does anyone know where to purchase CORFLUTE materials in nz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know those signs real estate agents use to show a house for sale? it's made of a plastic-ish material i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a really huge one. about 1830mm x 1220mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do, pls lemme know ASAP ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2201354880400318537?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2201354880400318537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2201354880400318537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2201354880400318537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2201354880400318537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-anyone-know-where-to-purchase.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8031251769924191796</id><published>2007-11-04T19:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:37:56.330+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're on our way to obtaining a guinea pig..i mean, guinea pigs! we've been advised not to get one piggy, but to get 2 as they're very social creatures and will be very stressed if they cant interact with a creature of their kind...and that is very very sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spent half a day searching for "wire storage cubes". i dont know how to describe what they are, but it's basically flat wire racks and you join them with a connector to a shape/ size you want. we were told to go to the warehouse, k-mart and even briscoes. we searched high and low at all 3 places but ended up with nothing. then went to plastic box. they had a wire mesh one, but that would mean there's a possibility of the piggies' legs getting caught in them..finally found them at payless plastic and they were on sale too! blessing in disguise :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we need to get next is Corflute. they're those huge-as cardboard/ plastic things you use when you did your science fair thingy. but we need a bigger one than that coz that'll be the base of the piggies' cage. and the wire cubes will be the fencing around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really shd start studying..chemistry....arrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a rubbish post. i'm gonna go shower and sort out all my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8031251769924191796?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8031251769924191796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8031251769924191796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8031251769924191796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8031251769924191796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-on-our-way-to-obtaining-guinea-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-6864853654968749701</id><published>2007-11-02T07:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:01:01.029+13:00</updated><title type='text'>quickies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;overheard a young college girl saying this at Botany Librariy:&lt;br /&gt;"my dad has naked asian pictures! i saw them the other day! HAHAHAA"&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god! reallyyyyy? boys or girls?"&lt;br /&gt;"err...i dunno! girls i think?"&lt;br /&gt;and i just go..."wth" to myself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw some hot foreigners coming out of an apartment along anzac ave this morning.&lt;br /&gt;fuyoooohhh! somemore dressed up so well! hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my fitness is very clearly deteriorating. i used to be able to walk up anzac ave (from my parking) to uni without breaking a sweat. this morning, i walked up halfway and i was sweating and puffing and my legs were aching.&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me when was the last time i was in the pool!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok back to studying now. toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6864853654968749701?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6864853654968749701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6864853654968749701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6864853654968749701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6864853654968749701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/11/quickies.html' title='quickies!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-8357527940536063654</id><published>2007-10-31T12:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:35:20.572+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday ms gilainne sytingco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm on my family computer so i dont have any photos of you....so i stole this from your friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 340px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/136516658l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy happy birthday! sorry i cant celebrate it with you today....exams.....but will make it up once exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gilainne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you for being such a wonderful friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you for listening when i needed someone to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you for the advise that you've provided me over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you for the good times spent with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you for simply being my friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's been a wonderful journey knowing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and i wish i could freeze time so the day you leave will never come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but that would make a very selfish me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you gilainne for being one who always brightens up my day with your silly antics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy birthday darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i heart u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-8357527940536063654?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/8357527940536063654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=8357527940536063654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8357527940536063654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/8357527940536063654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-ms-gilainne-sytingco.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-412265954266441128</id><published>2007-10-31T12:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:21:05.654+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>parachute, anyone?</title><content type='html'>i have this song stuck in my head. we sang it at church on sunday and it's been sitting in my head since then. the song is called "thine is the kingdom" or "our father's prayer". i found one sung by the parachute band on youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWoFr9rlpm4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWoFr9rlpm4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite catchy. i've been singing it the whole morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of parachute band, anyone interested to come for the parachute music festival in january next year? details are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;location: mystery creek, hamilton&lt;br /&gt;when: 25-28 january 08 (you dont have to go for all 4 days if you dont want to)&lt;br /&gt;who'll be there: i heard switchfoot'll be there, but do checkout &lt;a href="http://websites.parachutemusic.com/festival/2008/index.php?option=com_artist&amp;amp;Itemid=8"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;out for more information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of asking my whole fambam to go this year for some, ahem, exposure. my sis, kimbo's pretty eager on going but not too sure about my fatty sis. LOL. i'll talk to my parents tonight and see if they're keen. it's really fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my parachute '07 experience here:&lt;br /&gt;http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-uneventful-day.html#links&lt;br /&gt;http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-back-from-parachute-07-it-was.html#links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure there are more, but i really haven't got the time to look for them now. but one thing for sure, my tan marks are still there (yes, almost one year later!!) and everytime i look at it, i get reminded of the good times at parachute 07. good times, great fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come along if you're interested. i think some of my colleagues are interested too, so maybe we can round up a few cars to go together. big roudy crowd = fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me a msg if you're interested! for more info, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;http://websites.parachutemusic.com/festival/2008/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-412265954266441128?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/412265954266441128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=412265954266441128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/412265954266441128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/412265954266441128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/parachute-anyone.html' title='parachute, anyone?'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-7642113185186173784</id><published>2007-10-30T18:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:13:20.470+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! we're getting a guinea pig! but because we're going away to gold coast sometime in mid december till christmas, any volunteers to look after the guinea pig then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasseeeeeee........?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-7642113185186173784?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/7642113185186173784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=7642113185186173784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7642113185186173784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/7642113185186173784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-were-getting-guinea-pig-but-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-3275759189302690453</id><published>2007-10-29T12:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:24:41.139+13:00</updated><title type='text'>grandmother i am</title><content type='html'>i've been suffering from really bad back pain the last few days. it's horrible! it makes me feel like a grandmother who cannot stand for long and needs very comfy chairs to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my senior at work sent me home earlier on saturday coz the pain was unbearable from standing too much at work. he also told me to do some stretches to reduce my back pain and it helped. so nice of him to let me go home early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy also gave me his massager so i can massage when it starts to hurt. i try to take a break from studying every hour or so, rather than sitting for 5 hours straight without standing up or stretching. i think that's the initial cause of my back pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain got worse at work coz i had to pull up this very heavy thing. some silly kid left their goggles in the pool gutter and it got sucked in to where the water flows to another pool. so i had to open up this thing and pull up this metal bucket which is filled with water (not to mention pressure!) and after doing that, i could hardly stand straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's slightly better now, but i feel the pain if i squat or sit in a weird position for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* signs that i really AM aging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3275759189302690453?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3275759189302690453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3275759189302690453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3275759189302690453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3275759189302690453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandmother-i-am.html' title='grandmother i am'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4287181887754203867</id><published>2007-10-26T14:02:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:02:59.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>take a break..destress! read this :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.bebo.com/img/vid.gif" height="3" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, what a Ride!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4287181887754203867?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4287181887754203867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4287181887754203867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4287181887754203867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4287181887754203867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-breakdestress-read-this.html' title='take a break..destress! read this :)'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-5925486437806061110</id><published>2007-10-24T14:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:40:49.821+13:00</updated><title type='text'>another one bites the dust :(</title><content type='html'>got another rejection call today :( i sent in my CV to aquanauts yesterday and the person in charge said that she'll be in tough soon. true to her word, she rang up this morning (while i was having a nap coz i woke up at 4am!!) and asked a few questions like, what will i be doing once uni starts again and when she found out i finish after summer school, the "unfortunately" word came out. "unfortunately, we're looking for someone who'd come in on a more permanent basis and we'll be closed from december till around feb so it's not really going to be nice to hire you for a month.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was really nice about it, unlike the lady from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thus decided that i will stick to doing trademe, instead of juggling with 2 part time jobs on top of having to do trademe. i earn more that way anyway and get to do it on my own free time. so if i feel like partying one night, then i can forsake trademe. as for my swim teaching job, i guess i can improve my skills once i finish with my exams coz a few schools have booked themselves in to come for some swimming lessons. i'll just have to bug my beloved darryl to lemme to lessons, which i'm sure he doesnt mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. i need to go toilet! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my manager is SO cute! LOL he does this cute little wave thing to me. like he wiggles just his fingers, but it's different to how people usually do it? and he has this silly looking grin on his face. lol. he came up to me this morning to ask how are exams preparations going, and i said stressful. then he said "well, just so you know, if things don't go as planned, i'll always have a permanent job for you here! *laughs* i hope that doesnt make you study harder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL what a crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm finally warming up to him. i used to be really scared of him..like, whenever he's around, i'll go all quiet coz i'm worried that i might leave him a bad impression or sth. furthermore, he's the manager you know!&lt;br /&gt;but the last few times when he's around, he'll always come around and talk to me and just make silly jokes. LOL, so i guess i'm quite used to him being around now :D&lt;br /&gt;he's really cool! i wish i could list all the things he's done for me, but i cannot due to some reasons :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-5925486437806061110?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/5925486437806061110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=5925486437806061110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5925486437806061110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/5925486437806061110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='another one bites the dust :('/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-3457264964906180850</id><published>2007-10-23T20:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:12:36.344+13:00</updated><title type='text'>daddle's a wee bit cuckoo!</title><content type='html'>my team leader just rang me cell phone from his home to talk crap with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only part that wasn't too much full of crap was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddle: you know you're on with me at 5am tmr?&lt;br /&gt;me: yesss....&lt;br /&gt;daddle: good girl.&lt;br /&gt;me: mm-hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;daddle: bring your swipe card!&lt;br /&gt;me: but i always dooo....!&lt;br /&gt;daddle: good girl.&lt;br /&gt;me: where's your swipe card??&lt;br /&gt;daddle: i left it at work!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh hohohoh! i'll be late for work tmr.&lt;br /&gt;daddle: as always!&lt;br /&gt;me: extremely late tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;daddle: OH WHATS NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he must be too rich to spend money calling mobiles to talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;and he likes calling me good girl&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;everything also "good girl"&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok you can tell i'm bored right....such a lame post also want to type up..haih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3457264964906180850?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3457264964906180850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3457264964906180850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3457264964906180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3457264964906180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/daddles-wee-bit-cuckoo.html' title='daddle&apos;s a wee bit cuckoo!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-9215970036588211887</id><published>2007-10-23T17:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:21:17.201+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mama bought me something i've been looking for since i step foot on NZ soil over 5 years ago! she got me.......YEO'S CURRY CHICKEN WITH POTATOES!!! neh, the canned curry chicken. you dunno? nvm :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was sooooo good. i took a sniff of it when i opened it and boy, it brought me back to the sweet nights, hot times in malaysia :p ahh, i love it! i have 2 more cans sitting in the pantry. 1 for me, the other for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rang up the swimming sch today. i thought it was rather weird that they didn't contact me after shadowing with their instructors over 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi! i'm amy and i shadowed with your instructors about 2 weeks ago. just wondering what's gonna happen from now?&lt;br /&gt;her: oh hi amy! how're you?&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm good. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;her: ok. what position are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks to self....haven't she asked me this already when we spoke on the phone last time??*&lt;br /&gt;me: well, i'll be free once i finish exams, so i'm basically free from mid november, right up to feb. not too sure what's going to happen after feb.&lt;br /&gt;her: ok..we're actually looking for people who would stay long term and work at least once a week, like every saturday. seeing that you can only work until end of feb, the position is not quite right for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she started talking about all the other stuff like if i want to train with them i can, she'll keep my name on the file and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what pissed me off? when i went to shadow, the head instructor told me that they'll take me in as long as i like working with them. no one mentioned anything about staying for long term and etc. and you know what pissed me off even more? the lady said "i dont have your contact number - you didnt give it to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i SO remember telling you my contact number when i first contacted you! how dare you blame me. geez. it's not that hard to tell someone that you do not have the position anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just really pissed that they didnt bother to email me (they have my email add coz that's how i contacted them initially) and she obviously lost my phone number. and also how they said that they were gonna take me in as long as i like it, but now they're coming back to say that they want someone who'll stay long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in and out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll look for other jobs....or maybe go hardout to sell stuff on trademe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about trademe, is anyone interested in joining me to sell stuff on trademe and through other means? i'm thinking of making up a catalogue of products and emailing them to my customers (i have all their emails) once a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, by doing this, i have to source for more items and sourcing takes a long time. would be nice if we could do a joint-venture or something, and share the profits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a thought. if you're interested, then just drop me a line and we can talk about it and see what happens from there. i'm only thinking of doing it over summer so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go take a rest. feeling kinda tired from all the reading..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-9215970036588211887?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/9215970036588211887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=9215970036588211887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/9215970036588211887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/9215970036588211887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/mama-bought-me-something-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1157272481565091953</id><published>2007-10-21T14:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:40:55.167+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i have some time to blog :D</title><content type='html'>stealing some time away from my books and notes to blog while i have lunch and have a cup of juice while printing out all my newer notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about multi tasking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, if you like butter shortbread cookies, you've gotta go to foodtown or kmart or wherever (i dunno?) to buy walker's mini shortbread. it's the yummiest and scrummiest butter shortbread i've ever had! last 4 pieces..i should go hide them somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mm my stomach's a good place to hide stuff! rofl rofl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much to blog abt la. when do i have interesting stuff to blog abt anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...went for dad's biday dinner at gengy's manukau yesterday. saw my partner from lifeguard training there! soo happy :) and she remembers me! gosh how i miss all the good times for training :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food there was ok - but it's not worth it if you cant eat much. it's mainly eating meat. you pick all the meat and some vege you want and add whatever sauces you want and maybe some herbs, then take it to the hot plate and someone'll cook it for you. i liked it since the first time i went there with my work mates, but my parents didnt fancy it too much. *ppffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, nothing much laaa...i'm gonna hurry and finish up my notes-printing task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1157272481565091953?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1157272481565091953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1157272481565091953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1157272481565091953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1157272481565091953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-some-time-to-blog-d.html' title='i have some time to blog :D'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-3043900548621464157</id><published>2007-10-19T09:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:34:37.578+13:00</updated><title type='text'>quickies!</title><content type='html'>- i have a test this evening. 50% worth, but i cant even be bothered. dont ask why i'm blogging instead of studying...&lt;br /&gt;- i got another part time job yesterday. someone wants me to tutor their son. $17 an hour. not bad aye? (jobs just keep coming and coming at me! happy!!)&lt;br /&gt;- i've been shopping a lot on trademe. someone pls block my bank account now! my watchlist is LONGER than your legs!&lt;br /&gt;- i need to remember to send my application in again for an overseas job (teach english in taiwan!) coz they didn't receive my first application -.-" must be a sign they're not interested in me :(&lt;br /&gt;- and that's it. coffee break is over...so i really should go back to my room which feels like an igloo (and i dunno why...) and start studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i got a mic/ speaker thing for talking online so ppl in malaysia, if you miss me a lot (HEHEH!) and want to hear my voice, then msn me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: i'm just looking for excuses to stay online longer -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps: fine. i'll go now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3043900548621464157?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3043900548621464157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3043900548621464157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3043900548621464157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3043900548621464157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/quickies.html' title='quickies!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1339729367180837399</id><published>2007-10-16T16:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:13:14.210+13:00</updated><title type='text'>rude encounter</title><content type='html'>me: hello&lt;br /&gt;girl: hi mei! can i ask you something?&lt;br /&gt;me: hang on, who's this?&lt;br /&gt;girl: it's me, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;me: what? hang on. i think you got the wrong person...&lt;br /&gt;*passes phone to 2nd sis*&lt;br /&gt;sis: hello&lt;br /&gt;girl: who're you?&lt;br /&gt;sis: kimberley&lt;br /&gt;girl: can i speak to meiyen?&lt;br /&gt;*passes phone to 3rd sis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE SHE RINGS UP MY HOUSE AND ASSUMES I'M MY SISTER AND THEN PROCEEDS TO CALL ME AN IDIOT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to my sis and told her to tell her friend off for being so rude. i told her to say that when she wants to ring people's house, have some manners and dont use rude words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woahh never have i came across a child who's SO rude. apparently she goes around saying the F-word in school, and she's merely 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she was right in front of me, i would've slapped her from right to left and left to right and right to left again until she dare not say any swear words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh have some courtesy to adults, can?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1339729367180837399?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1339729367180837399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='photos'/><title type='text'>if you want to see photos...</title><content type='html'>..then click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26298&amp;amp;l=11e9e&amp;amp;id=519961124"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from my bro's wedding. i'm way too lazy to upload it here and there. i've done it one too many times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-6420154475383093379?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/6420154475383093379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=6420154475383093379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6420154475383093379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/6420154475383093379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-want-to-see-photos.html' title='if you want to see photos...'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-3194894955851036236</id><published>2007-10-15T19:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:59:08.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling a tad better today - thanks everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym for a short burst or cardio/ circuit workout and ended up huffing and puffing like a big fat pig trying to run up hill :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back down to the pools and jumped in the pool for a few relaxing laps and then did aqua jogging. wow, aqua jogging without the flotation aid really works out your limbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after aqua jogging, some kids from CAG (corporate academy group) who gives free lifeguard training came and were gonna start training. my colleague, teina was gonna train them but since he's not in the pool, i told him i'll help him out since i was already in my togs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the kids came in the pool (pretty cool kids) and we started doing the usual stuff. i taught them a few tricks for their lifeguard award test (yay for me!) and they found it useful :D spent about an hour training them and left them to practise with teina and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling really exhausted now -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moody-ness is slowly sinking in. god what's wrong with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-3194894955851036236?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/3194894955851036236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=3194894955851036236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3194894955851036236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/3194894955851036236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-feeling-tad-better-today-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2285345267961635701</id><published>2007-10-14T21:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:16:35.999+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>is it that time of the year already?</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling quite depressed lately. no, i'm not suffering from depression but i feel like nothing i do is making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to do things that'll lift the stress away from me, like going shopping, or go for a work out, or just chill at home and have fun with friends/ colleagues....but nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out for a BBQ dinner at my colleague's house yesterday. even though i was laughing, i know that something is missing, but i dont know what it is. and i wasn't happy. i felt like i lack a lot of things in life, but there's just too many to try to fix them...i dont know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at work today. i had to jump in to rescue a little girl. instead of walking towards her because i could reach, i started swimming instead. speed isn't my forte in anything, and it felt like forever before i got to her, even though she was only about 12 metres away from where i was before i jumped in. and when i got out and was getting dry in the laundry room, i started bashing myself up for not being one with speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even get me started on academics. i'm just the stupidest and possibly the laziest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now please excuse me while i go stuff myself silly with some junk food and go tire and get myself wasted at the gym and pool tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2285345267961635701?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2285345267961635701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2285345267961635701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2285345267961635701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2285345267961635701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-that-time-of-year-already.html' title='is it that time of the year already?'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-4969979354052731331</id><published>2007-10-11T22:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:26:44.854+13:00</updated><title type='text'>whoopwhoop!</title><content type='html'>so my car's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, i was less than impressed when i first looked into it - it looks pretty good outside, but peeking in, it looks quite old and grubby. i was so disappointed after seeing all the marks in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous owner of the car didnt look after it. i doubt they even cleaned it since owning the car and i doubt they cared about it at all. the poor car was covered in grub, dust, dust bunnies and lots of marks here and there. not only that, there was rubbish here and there which i found rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car arrived with a flat battery so the guy at the compliance place jump started it for my dad and the petrol meter was sitting at 0. we had no choice but to drive it straight home as we couldnt fill up at the gas station without risking the car to die on us half way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it was home, i started cleaning it. the first task was to remove all the writing on the glass panel and windows which was a 100% hardwork. next was to clean all the glass panels and windows as it was covered with all the muck from the writing. then it was washing the body itself, scrubbing and scraping all the grime off which was 101% hardwork. then it was getting rid of all the dirt stuck in the glass panel, which for some reason, no matter how many times and how hard i wash it, it's still black - so i've decided to leave it for now, and send it for a wash at the gas station when the car's dirty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while washing, it started raining. but because i was quite wet already, i decided to keep washing so i started cleaning all the other parts like wheels, rims, and wipers and finally went inside. i took a short break while waiting for the rain to ease and was out again after the last drop of rain fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to wipe everything down and try to get rid of all the marks inside the car which is impossible - they must've been there forever. i'm gonna go purchase a carpet cleaner to try to remove all those marks. then it was the vacuuming. gosh that must've been the hardest part. all the yucky stuff were under the mats and i spent ages vacuuming them. then i had to vacuum the mats as well which wasn't too bad i guess. then i started wiping again, thinking "gosh how can ANYONE have such a filthy car?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i fixed up the number plates and did some more wiping down here and there. voila! the car looks acceptable now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad said "oh the car looks so much better now that it's all clean!" *smug grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the car itself is pretty good. it picks up speed quite fast, unlike my old mazda, but one thing that's a -ve is the steering. i dont think it's a power steering, but i might be wrong. it just seems heavier than the other cars. other than that, i'm pretty happy with its performance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post photos up when i have some. nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-4969979354052731331?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/4969979354052731331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=4969979354052731331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4969979354052731331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/4969979354052731331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoopwhoop.html' title='whoopwhoop!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2411983292075470533</id><published>2007-10-11T10:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:06:24.862+13:00</updated><title type='text'>happYness!</title><content type='html'>- my car is ready for pick-up so we're going once daddy's ready :D&lt;br /&gt;- our guitar's all tuned coz our tuner arrived today. yippee!&lt;br /&gt;- our bundle of joy is arriving in march...come back in march and us me what the bundle of joy is :p&lt;br /&gt;- my papaw ointment is working its magic - joanne, just wait ya! i think i'll ask my bro to bring it back for you!!&lt;br /&gt;- i lost 1-2kgs, but i think i lost muskles, hence the flabbiness. I NEED TO START WORKING OUT AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the greatest joy of all - i'm going to collect my car NOW. BYEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2411983292075470533?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2411983292075470533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2411983292075470533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2411983292075470533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2411983292075470533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/happyness.html' title='happYness!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-2803697929941705664</id><published>2007-10-09T10:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:10:49.339+13:00</updated><title type='text'>swim teacher!</title><content type='html'>my shadowing went quite well yesterday. i was super nervous before that as i had to drive there myself (in my daddy's big car!) and the traffic was quite heavy, and i wasn't too sure if i was on the right track. besides, i was running a little late.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once i jumped into the pool, i settled down and the person i was shadowing with was really cool. i think she's south african, judging from her accent, and she's been teaching for over 20 years now. she's really cool with kids and have patience that i have never seen before - it reaches the sky and beyond :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went with another instructur called winner. pretty cool name aye! she basically explained to me a few things about working there and some tips and tricks to teach kids, which was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time just went ticktockticktock and before i knew it, it was 5.45pm already, which means i've been teaching for over 2 hours without realising! see, when you enjoy doing something, time just flies by without you realizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they told me yesterday that the shadowing was to make sure i'll enjoy teaching and working with the people there. i think they're all very very cool and nice people - didn't see anyone i didnt like or seem bitchy or bossy. the pool is awesome as it's bromine and chlorine free, so i didnt smell like a walking bottle of chlorine after soaking in there for over 2 hours. somehow, the water had a soft and smooth feel - when i was in the water and when i rub my skin, it feels really nice and soft and smooth! i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they use some ozone process thingy to keep the water clean which is pretty impressive coz the water looks much cleaner than the swimming school at LEP. i'll be more than happy to accept the job once they offer me UNLESS the pay is lower than what i'm getting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to microbiology. t00dles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-2803697929941705664?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/2803697929941705664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=2803697929941705664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2803697929941705664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/2803697929941705664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/swim-teacher.html' title='swim teacher!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1529622616820074997</id><published>2007-10-08T13:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:34:46.366+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ps: i will post the wedding pics up soon!</title><content type='html'>the wedding came and ended, my relatives have also came and gone (actually they're still at the airport, or maybe boarding the plane now), and all the stress for the wedding came and went too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt kinda surreal that day. i was sitting in church, thinking "wow, this is it" when i saw my bro all dressed up, and reality smacked me in the face when i saw my sister in law walking down the aisle with her dad. i am officially a sister in law now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like it made any difference, coz i've always thought of her as my sister in law anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ceremony was beautiful, though i thought it was a tad rushed. it didnt even last an hour, and i am kinda bummed that i didnt get any nice pics of her walking down the aisle - she walked a bit too fast! and when i have some nice pictures, some idiot professional photographer has to be in the way! he better show us some nice photos! grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reception itself was ok - i didnt really like the staff at the restaurant, including the boss, coz they weren't very helpful. they agreed that they'll be the one filling up the drinks, instead of living bottles on the tables for guests to do it themselves. we came home with SO many half or 1/3 full bottles, just because of them being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing was, the boss had this really angry look on his face for half the night, which really annoyed me. we're there to celebrate a happy cause, and to look at your dumb angry face! some of the staff had the same look too, but you know what? you're catering for almost 100 people, so it's expected that you would have heaps of stuff to do...dont have to show your grumpy face ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, we gave you guys the cake at the end of the night to say thank you, and i think my bro gave them a red packet each to thank them as well. i just think it's really rude to be a waitress and show your grumpy face when people are there to have a good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, we thought it went well, except for a few hiccups here and there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure though, i am never going back to my usual hairdresser - he totally screwed up our timing due to lack of professionalism, and not knowing what their customers want. furthermore, everytime i throw in a suggestion, he'll just brush me off and start saying something else. HELLO IT'S MY HAIR OK and i'm PAYING you to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got there 2 hours before the time i wanted to be home to do my make up and stuff. his wife sat us down and stood beside her husband and just did nothing. then 20 minutes later, she came back and told my sister to sit down at the other chair. she then started doing this and that to my sister's hair WITHOUT even asking what sort of style we want or what we have in mind. she just started...and then 10 minutes into it, she started saying that my sister's hair is too fine and it's very hard to style. 20 minutes into it, she was saying her hair wouldn't stay after being styled. so i suggested that she used a curling thong to curl her hair and then style it up from there. she nodded, but continued to do what she was doing. where's the curling thong? i bet you they dont even have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost an hour into it, she wasn't even done done half of my sister's hair. i was thinking an hour each would be more than enough, but i assumed wrong. after about 15 more minutes, she finally finished with my sister's hair. at this time, my sister looked as if she was about to start crying. they then started on mine, and again, they didnt ask what i i had in mind. noo...they just kept brushing and brushing and brushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really disappointed with the way they've done our hair. after the wedding, i came home to remove all the hair pins, only to discover i have a slight bump at the top of my head where they kept pushing the hair pins in very rough. it was SO painful!! i've never come across any hair dressers who just push the pins in without asking if it hurts or anything. and i certainly haven't come across any hairdresser who is SO rough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talking about it makes me so damn angry! i'm going to have my shower now coz i need to be a swim teacher shadow at 3.30pm today. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1529622616820074997?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1529622616820074997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1529622616820074997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1529622616820074997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1529622616820074997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/ps-i-will-post-wedding-pics-up-soon.html' title='ps: i will post the wedding pics up soon!'/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-1754456657607727699</id><published>2007-10-05T23:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:40:27.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow's the big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i have super smexy manly voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: harro! what do you want me to do with the music?&lt;br /&gt;bro: *silence* ... *silence* why your voice like that one! tomorrow can meh??&lt;br /&gt;me: er...*giggles like a man* can la can la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that bad la! i can still talk :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading a lot about Lucas' Papaw Ointment - initially it was for me to treat eczema or to stop the itch, but as i was google-ing it, a lot of people mentioned they used it as a lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've purchased a small tube online today (as it wasn't available in pharmacies - they only have those in the humungous jars!) so i'll tell you all about the fuss after trying it. but the best thing is, someone said their baby's eczema went away completely after using it for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne, if it really works, i'll buy some and send it back to you so your sis can use it ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got a txt from my colleague saying that it's been nice working with all of us. it was his last day today, and a couple of them went out for steamboat in newmarket, and then everyone else joined them for bowling at panmure. kinda gutted that i couldnt join them, but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel kinda sad that he's leaving coz i have this thing for us "trio" who did the seasonal training together. peter, brendan and me. peter's the one leaving to join the police force, so it's just me and brendan left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...wonder how long more i wanna stay there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-1754456657607727699?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/1754456657607727699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=1754456657607727699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1754456657607727699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/1754456657607727699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrows-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701287823164542980.post-816839970776416743</id><published>2007-10-04T15:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:57:36.527+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know how many of you noticed this in the past, but i have heaps of scars on my arms and legs right? righttttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them were from insect/ mozzy bites, some of them were from me being careless and scraping myself here and there and dont bother about it (coz i think putting a band aid over a cut or scrape is for pansies :p ) and it'll eventually scare coz i have very sensitive and bad skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more recent scars however, are from this skin condition called.....eczema, aka atopic dermatitis. how the heck did i end up getting that? well, i have no idea. must be some weird concoction available in NZ air that's causing it? but really, i have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin starts itching real badly when i am cold or hot (usually cold) and when i'm stressed out. it usually starts around my ankles, and then everywhere else starts itching. the thing with this itch is, if you dont scratch it, it drives you crazy. if you scratch it, it drives you crazy too! so what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hydrocortisone cream which helps relief the itch, but it's not fixing eczema. i dont know if there's a cure to it, coz it's usually in little kids and it goes away when they turn 5, usually. but i'm 22. so will it go away or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, my dad's the only other person in my family who has it. it's not contagious btw, so please don't run away when you see me! when my dad went to see the doc, they had no idea what it was. they thought it was an allergy reaction to something, but his only appears on his back and body. so my mum changed the soap, and it didnt get better. back to the doctor he went, and they still dont know what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only realized it was eczema when i was reading karen cheng's &lt;a href="http://karencheng.com.au"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;coz her son has eczema and she mentioned some of the symptoms and then a lightbulb flashed at the top of my head. and that was when i realised my dad and i have eczema too. i did more readings on eczema and realised the only thing i can do to help with the condition is to keep moisturizing and to keep my finger nails short (which i dont!). another way is to put band aids over the itchy spots so i dont scratch them and end up scarring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* guess i'll be walking around with heaps of band aids for a while :p time to go stock up on 'em band aids! and yes, i'm a pansy for using band aids! LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701287823164542980-816839970776416743?l=amychee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/feeds/816839970776416743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701287823164542980&amp;postID=816839970776416743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/816839970776416743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701287823164542980/posts/default/816839970776416743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amychee.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-know-how-many-of-you-noticed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
