<?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-4061083945990945157</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:36:27.069+10:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s Glory'/><category term='personal walk with God.'/><category term='Private talk made public'/><category term='irritation'/><category term='Grrr'/><category term='UNI'/><category term='Zopf lover'/><category term='OCF'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Precious assets'/><category term='Unhappy'/><category term='Awkwardness'/><category term='Fun and psych'/><category term='Gosh moments'/><category term='New Things'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Dreaming moments'/><category term='Perverts'/><category term='Coffee addictee'/><category term='Lamentations of a girl'/><category term='Election'/><category term='My hobbies'/><category term='My promises'/><category term='WTHness'/><category term='Video Blog'/><category term='Religiously stoned'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Health deprived'/><category term='Food'/><category term='flu'/><category term='Worry peeps'/><category term='Dilemma'/><category term='Weight drama'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Health'/><category term='funny giggles'/><category term='Gust of fresh air.'/><category term='CG meeting'/><category term='Bla Bla Bla'/><category term='Unfair'/><category term='Taggers'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='going out'/><category term='Phones'/><category term='Argh'/><category term='Scary things'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Exam'/><category term='&quot;The&quot; period'/><category term='Work blues'/><category term='Song choice'/><category term='Fashion Stakement'/><category term='L.ove'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Blessed'/><category term='weirdos'/><category term='My hobbies.'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='A Christian mindset'/><category term='Nerd moments.'/><category term='PICS'/><category term='other&apos;s testimony'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='bimbo talks'/><category term='Health freak'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Sweet Serenade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8113009029005860734</id><published>2009-08-17T20:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:49:54.709+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I've moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.saltee89.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Still a blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... yeah.  U know what to do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8113009029005860734?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8113009029005860734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8113009029005860734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8113009029005860734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8113009029005860734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7172392211759232348</id><published>2009-05-30T16:59:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:20:27.047+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I'm buying the Nikon S550.  No more beating around the bushes... no more.  Reasonable price, packed with features.  Waiting for my next pay day.  :) Hope they have marked down prices. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Sars this arvo to pick up Alka's overdue pressie.  HAHA.  Thx hun.  I love it to bits!!! We joked about how Alka associates us with colours, for example, she associates Sars with the purple colour so all her gifts are purple and mine are brown.  LOL.  It was good to chat away.  Sars's cat, Milky died two days ago.  14 years of good life I supposed.  She showed me where Milky was buried.  Hah.  Then... I had homemade pizza and pumpkin muffins straight from the oven.  Yum!! Her mum feeds us good whenever we go over.  LOL.  Then, Sars had to go get flowers for her cat.  But, I decided to go home coz I had tummy ache and also to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... so hook with the PCD's new song Hush Hush.  So catchy. As well as Jess Mauboy's Because.  Damn.  for once an Australian artist which isn't emoish or funky and has RnB feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7172392211759232348?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7172392211759232348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7172392211759232348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7172392211759232348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7172392211759232348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-buying-nikon-s550.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3342243007349767623</id><published>2009-05-28T19:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:56:19.907+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Friday!! It's Friday!! :) Hmm... should I go to Sarah's tmrw???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for a digital camera.  I need to get one before my lil bro's formal (see how good a sis I am???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to decide on which to buy. There's sooo many out there from brands, mps, zooms, to features etc. I don't mind the price but it needs to be reasonable for the hip pocket. I've been searching on the net but really with every pro comes a con so in the end all of the cameras turn out similar. The names of the cameras really turn u off from continue searching, they are soo long and confusing and all the names look quite similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?? By chance I might not get it even before WC.  But good then coz mid year sales are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm hook onto Canon Powershot A2000 IS Digital Camera.  Google it if u like.  I'm reading reviews on the net to see if its a good buy.  The price is also fairly ok for me.  As well as Nikon COOLPIX S550 Digital Camera.  Good price as well with packed features.  :) (Also, because Wang Lee Hom is the face of this camera in Taiwan but not like I like him better than Jay ok??).  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so freezing... and I'm going for a shower, warm shower. :) And then straight to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3342243007349767623?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3342243007349767623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3342243007349767623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3342243007349767623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3342243007349767623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-friday-its-friday-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3464801219786796747</id><published>2009-05-26T12:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:55:30.557+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>YES!! AIS test finally done.  It was so-so.  It was a computer quiz.  I read through the quiz 5 frigging time before bringing the nerves to submit it.  It was a relief.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm waiting for my Acnt tute.  So tempted to skip it and go home and DO NOTHING!!! Yes! I can finally go home straight after my class coz I've been staying back to finish MYOB with Monique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh... finally I can study of exams in peace.  OK... gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3464801219786796747?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3464801219786796747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3464801219786796747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3464801219786796747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3464801219786796747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6671371748272602168</id><published>2009-05-23T21:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:08:32.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOF was a huge success for our cell.  Initially, we were quite worried about the number of people who turned up but it actually when better than we thought.  I was worried that my friends would find it awkward.  But, I'm very glad they participate in the games and had an awesome time.  I even got to have a chat to them about OCF and what we are about which is what I set out to do.  Also, I promoted abit of WC.  So, I'm very happy about that.  Now, I'm praying that they come for WC.  All in all, it was good.  Good food, good company, good conversations, good laughter.  Thumbs up team!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study now.  No mood to study yet I have a test on Tuesday.  *sigh* When when when will it ever end??? I'm freaking tired due to waking up for Leading Edge.  Actually, I couldn't go coz my bro's car was full but turns out some people pulled out last minute.  So, I went.  I was sooo freaking sleepy ok??? But, Leading Edge wasn't as bad.  It turned out ok.  Was it worth it??? I would say so myself.  I didn't have the mood to say anything so I didn't say anything except a few hellos, goodbyes, answer a few questions from the pastor, put in one word sentences etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that, I was soooo tired even tho I slept but still tired.  I dunno why... alot of things on my mind yet nothing is bothering me.  But... hopefully all ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6671371748272602168?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6671371748272602168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6671371748272602168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6671371748272602168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6671371748272602168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/fof-was-huge-success-for-our-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4812907716854892966</id><published>2009-05-22T00:09:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:56:46.831+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I saw him.  He sat next to me.  What a coincidence, right next to me.  I dare not say a word, hoping he would not see me.  But, 20 minutes ride.... he saw me, or so I think he did. He definitely did. I would be a ghost if he did not see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say a word... am I kicking myself for it??? Yes and No.  Sigh... 20 minutes wasted.  20 minutes of chance wasted.  But, I wasn't in the mood to talk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God, God, it cannot be that simple.  Yes, it is a coincidence.  Coz I never take that bus as I am always taking the earlier one and second, he doesn't have classes as often.  And I was planning to skip the tute since my lecture got canceled due to strike.  So, bumping into him would be one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, it cannot, should not be that simple.  Can it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Again edited for privacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4812907716854892966?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4812907716854892966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4812907716854892966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4812907716854892966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4812907716854892966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-saw-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8755033737779149353</id><published>2009-05-18T20:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:33:18.207+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn I'm sick.  I hate hate hate being sick.  Its not the best feeling when u have assignments due and exams around the corner.  It brings back bad memories of last yr's final.  *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYOB sucks.  But, better now than in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Corp Law assignment.  I failed.  Don't u just hate it when u put in ur all and this shit happen.  I spend more time and energy on this assignment than my other assignments.  Shit, hope I did better on my other assignments.  Things like this really demotivate u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, again.  It's not the end of the world.  No, its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.  I need a haircut.  My bob is growing out.  LOL.  But I kinda like the length I have now.  I cut my fringe a week ago and it looks very "sharp".  Quite nerdyish.  Ah wells... let's all be nerdy during exam time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8755033737779149353?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8755033737779149353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8755033737779149353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8755033737779149353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8755033737779149353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5667138244679477960</id><published>2009-05-10T22:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:37:14.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm slowly becoming a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we went to Westfield Doncaster to have lunch, also, a chance to use the Eastlink tollway, also, to bring us 3 "san ba lau" to Doncaster Westfield, also, to celebrate Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.  OMGsh... Westfield Doncaster is soooo much better than Chaddy.  The tiles are so sparkly.  You could literally see ur reflection in it.  Everything was glittery and shiny.  HAHA.   love the decor in there.  The food court look like a masterpiece, the sitting, lighting (I love the lighting!!), the arrangement, it looks like an art show.  Even the toilets look too superb to be a toilet.  Thumbs up for the architecture!!  And the best thing is the parking detector lights.  The sensor lights turned from green to red when a car is parked at the spot.  So, u save time searching for a spot.  So cool man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was much pricy than I thought.  But I was soooo hungry coz it took us ages to search for a food court.  And by the time we got there, I could just eat about anything.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops were not that special. Most of the shops can be found at any other shopping centre except those really high class boutiques.  OMGsh there is Breadtop at Westfield Doncaster.  I love the cakes in Breadtop!!!    I brought a bag, only because my other bag was completely spoiled and at risk of being torned apart the next time I use it.  Plus, it was on sale, so why not.  And because mum "encouraged" me too.  HAHA.  She end up borrowing it.  I saw a funky jacket with pockets and all in pink!!! It wasn't pricey but mum said no.  Don't u love it when there's someone there to stop u from going too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, guess it will be my last time at Westfield Doncaster as it takes a while to get there.  Plus, there's always the Glen if I ever needed anything. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5667138244679477960?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5667138244679477960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5667138244679477960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5667138244679477960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5667138244679477960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-slowly-becoming-shopaholic.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1944761370956056730</id><published>2009-05-09T23:26:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:28:09.267+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax.</title><content type='html'>It's almost 12 and I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is amazing coz every Saturday I will be tired by 8, and in bed by 10.  BUT!! Today.... oh... today is a wonderful day.  That is because I'VE GOT NO WORK TODAY!!! Not only that, NO MORE SAT SHIFT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I didn't need to set my alarm.  I slept straight till 10.30 in the morning.  The feeling is just great.  No worries, no headache, no puffy eyes, no straining muscles, no need to wake up in pitch black or worst below 10 degrees temperature.  It was just plain awesome!!!  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful day, metaphoric wise la (it was quite a dull day actually... LOL.)  It was quite a relaxing day.  No stress wtsoever.  It was a slow, simple, easy Saturday.  I watched abit of cartoon and then watched abit of video hits then I did abit reading while listening to Jay.  Gosh... studying is sooo easy with Jay in my ear.  It was a very casual, relaxing Saturday.  I was supposed to go to Leading Edge but then I told God that if I'm able to wake up in time (or if God is able to wake me up. LOL.) then I will go but God didn't wake me up.  So, I end up not going.  LOL.  I'll go next time.  promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at OCF, Chee Kai was talking about Missions to NT. Honestly, to me, I'm not really excited about it. It didn't put any thought in my mind.  It didn't stir up anything.  It's just that there is a feeling that God wants me to stay here and not join this mission. I dunno why... but I'm not weighing up the pros and cons and if I'm not doing that then it is a signal that I'm not interested.  I feel like its not the time yet. I'm not worried about the finances but just feel I'm not ready for this.  Time will tell.  Maybe there's something bigger install???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been appointed as treasurer for Cocopops.  More like I volunteer myself since everyone is so scared to take up the role and because I'm the only one doing finance.  HAH.  Time to put my skills into full use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1944761370956056730?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1944761370956056730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1944761370956056730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1944761370956056730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1944761370956056730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/relax.html' title='Relax.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2037198137410434398</id><published>2009-05-09T00:10:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:38:04.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked this question to 3 people.  "How was ur WEEK?" and they tot I said "How's much is ur WEIGHT?" and all their responses was "u guess and see." And of course leaves me with blank stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth.  How the heck did week become weight??? Quite embarrassing ok?? Must be weird for them as well.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting a camera.  HAHA pay day really increases the temptation of spending.  But, which one??? Maybe Olympus brand coz our family has been using Olympus since forever.  I need one to start capturing shots of my life.  Gosh... the amount of shots lost are uncountable but memories still remain.  I can go bold and get an SLR??? Maybe not.  I still cannot master a simple digital cam.  LOL.  I might get one before Winter Camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.  How bout that heel I've been eyeing since ages ago??? sigh.  Oh wells... will see how I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2037198137410434398?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2037198137410434398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2037198137410434398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2037198137410434398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2037198137410434398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-asked-this-question-to-3-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7813421470043921698</id><published>2009-05-06T22:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:28:49.574+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today wasn't as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from going red over the phone (long story... not going to extend much), it was alright.  A customer praised my coffee, soy latte to be exact, which yeah, I feel very honored myself.  Not like u get something like that everyday.  So it was good.  Everything was smooth sailing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people r leaving the job, especially those that have been there a long time ago.  It actually serves as a motivation for me to step up a knotch in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that I had to rush to uni to help out with mid-week social events.  TBH, I was nervous about it.  I dunno why.  But, it bothered me for the whole day.  But, it turned out alright.  It was chocolate making day and goodness, fun fun FUN!!! It was good to be in control this time round.  I know, control freak I am.  HAHA.  We made chocolates, messy but fun!!!! I guess the mess makes it fun!!! And we made these cute origami boxes from scrapped paper to put the chocolates.  Gosh... it look very very pretty and high class.  HEHE.  I made a box and gave it to mum as an early mother's day gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to heaps of people who are international students and the majority of them are postgrad students.  I also bumped into Gwen!!! So... we chatted.  Also, I met 2 exchange students from Monash South Africa, so that was amazing.  One girl told me she's doing masters coz she couldn't get a job due to the GFC.  And she's doing banking and finance.  I was like shit. really??? Coz everyone keep telling me that GFC will have a huge impact on us business people but I refused to believe that.  I always thought these jobs are pretty high in demand.  But, it really is not a huge concern to me.  Probly by the time I graduate, the situation might be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really want to continue organising such events.  I had fun.  It was good to step out of my comfort zone and really speak up.  But, work.  Stupid work. Today I purposely finish early just for that. It wasn't supposed to clash until my boss last minute decided to change my shift.   Not fair u know???? I was sooo eager.  Ah wellss... one experience is better than none right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to be lazy.  I'm 2 weeks behind my uni work due to hectic assignments and tests.  I guess finishing 3 assignments in a row really drives out ur energy and sucks out all ur motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7813421470043921698?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7813421470043921698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7813421470043921698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7813421470043921698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7813421470043921698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-today-wasnt-as-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5577145550690202588</id><published>2009-05-03T21:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:59:28.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARN CARLTON LOSS BY 4 MARKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have made it.  Could have made it with the final kick.  But, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I love the new Fantasy series, Merlin.  It looks like a good series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5577145550690202588?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5577145550690202588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5577145550690202588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5577145550690202588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5577145550690202588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/darn-carlton-loss-by-4-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2555860920718025292</id><published>2009-05-02T19:24:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:57:20.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday, it was OCF girl's nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I did not look forward to it.  I have had a very tiring week.  3 assignments.  Enough to drive me nuts.  Everyday, vigorous typing in front of the laptop, straining my eyes to the laptop (shit, my eyesight is bound to get worst), reading journals after journals, bookmarking every possible article/journal website, countless times looking at the online Q manual just to either get the format right or to get the referencing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's nights, I didn't enjoy it.  My brother asked me on the way back what rating I would give it.  I gave an honest answer, 4/10.  He was shocked.  I'm sure he's going to report back to the committee.  HAH! One way of finding if things work, save the trouble of asking someone else and ask ur sister!!!  LOL.  What a brother he is!! But, whatever, they have to get reviews about it anyway. But, really, I did not find it enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.  I just didn't fit in.  I didn't feel the atmosphere.  Maybe it was stupid public transport (I absolutely detest it with all my guts), or maybe it was a tiring week, or maybe its just thinking of darn work the following day or maybe it was my own stupid attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were chatting away, I was dreaming off.  I tried to get into their conversations but regardless, I gave up trying.  It's just everything I say did not seem amusing or interesting.  It's like I have nothing in common with these girls.   I dunnoo.. isit because I've lived in Australia for so long that I've lost touch of my "Asianness"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, amazingly God spoke to me.   I realised how much I've put God second.  I find I've slipped God behind and my concentration has switch to other things.  Darn, it is hard being a Christian I have to admit.  Yes, I still prayed to God every night, thanking him for strength and guidance.  I occasionally still listen to praise songs and worship God in my own time.  But, God open my eyes to see that I'm slowly consumed with everything else.  I only have quiet time with my spare time, with time when I have nothing else to do.  To me, that is putting God second, which I never ever intended to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good just being able to focus on God for just 15 minutes.  I didn't take anything away from the speaker.  It was a huge messy blob to me, with different random things thrown together to make one message.  But, I could feel God's presence.  It was great to know He's still there when I'm at my worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do ask God to make me a brave person, not shy and timid. But God said, this is who I created u to be.  And this is what u will be.  I cannot be loud like the rest, I cannot be approachable or sociable or talkative like the rest, but I know I'm comfortable being me.  Every time I think of that, I cannot help but tear up coz God made me as a special person.  A person that one day will do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an edited version.  More things to keep from all of u.  HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2555860920718025292?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2555860920718025292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2555860920718025292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2555860920718025292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2555860920718025292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-it-was-ocf-girls-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8953278066317864424</id><published>2009-05-02T17:26:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:36:12.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was shit hell.  My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had trouble waking up.  It was quite scary actually coz when I woke up, it was already quite bright and I tot I forgot to wake up.  I came home from OCF at 12.30 and only got 6 hrs sleep.  So, the first few hours, my mind was switch off.  It was shit blurry.  I made a big, huge mistake which is still playing in my mind.  DARN. I'm going to get scolded by my boss next time I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers seems to be shit today.  Some were very impatient, some were not very friendly.  It's jus a bad day really.  For no reason, what they say was soooo blury.  I couldn't clearly listen to what they were saying coz either the coffee machine was buzzing or someone is speaking over me.  There was this customer who told me off coz he was waiting to be serve when I was busy wrapping the gluten free things.  It was my fault, no doubt, I accept that but he was yelling at me and shit.  Man.  I had stomachache in between so it was quite uncomfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. In short, it didn't go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was my last Saturday shift.  I kinda like the Saturday shift but I guess the thought of sleeping in is a good one and no need to hurry home from OCF helps as well.  Plus, I can go to Leading Edge now that I don't have to work on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping after that to give off some steam from work and from the hectic work. But shopping did not help.  We went to mum an mine's favorite shop.  I love love love that shop its very pretty and very very glittery but affordable things in there.  I brought a woollen dress for winter and a satin top and a pair of blue jaded earrings.  But, it still didn't feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8953278066317864424?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8953278066317864424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8953278066317864424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8953278066317864424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8953278066317864424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-today-was-shit-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2515863258651380767</id><published>2009-05-01T01:28:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:31:53.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1.30 in the morning, I'm completing my CBF report.  It's bloody freezing.  I'm hungry.  My eyes are tired and sleepy.  But, I have to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm feeling peace.  I'm listening to Jay Chow.  Oh Jay Chow, your songs are so calming, so mesmerising.  LOL.  I feel just in my own world with all his songs.  I tot my bro's still up but everyone has slept. Sitting in the living room with just myself is a good feeling.  I love love love his songs.  I love singing to them.  They are the only songs I can sing  to coz most of the songs are quite low in tune.  It's one reason I'm glad I learned chinese. HAHA.  Those non-chinese speaking people dunno what they are missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring back high school memories coz the guy I sat with in high school loves Jay's songs.  And I remember he will always sing along to "Qing Tian" when the song was played before school starts.  No, I don't have a crush on him.  But just listening to Jay, makes me think about this person and then a whole string of high school memories came floating back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH Jay Chow is so talented, who ever knew a teashop guy can be so talented!! He shuts the critics up in so many levels. One of my dreams is to go to his concert and see him in person.  But, he never seems to like Melbourne.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for tmrw.  Oh wait.  it's tmrw already.  LOL.  NO wait, I shouldn't say this coz my report is due in less than 24 hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2515863258651380767?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2515863258651380767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2515863258651380767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2515863258651380767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2515863258651380767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7349416694070185189</id><published>2009-04-28T16:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:54:48.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my AIS article today.  It was quite depressing in the morning as I was rushing the last few bits.  And referencing is still something I hate alot.  I still do not know how to do proper referencing.  But, hopefully it wouldn't be such a big deal.  AND.  I realised I did my footnotes wrong for Corp Law essay.  But, my tutor said he wouldn't care about the footnotes.  So, God bless his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus by a minute.  darn.  I hate when that happens.  Yesterday, the bus was late.  Today, I missed it.  HAHA.  How weird a turnaround it is.  How good would it be if uni was just at the door step.  Honestly, it would save me alot of unnecessary emotions and of course sleep time.  But, I guess today is just one of the many exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.  I feel good now after blogging all those.  CBF report left (Commercial Banking and Finance la... HAHA... all u dirty minds).  500 more words left, I have a feeling it will go overboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last assignment!! I'm ready for it.  But not for the semester tho coz I still have acnt assignment 2.  But that's a group assignment so I'm not very concern about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7349416694070185189?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7349416694070185189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7349416694070185189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7349416694070185189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7349416694070185189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6145239560044070473</id><published>2009-04-27T11:33:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:42:17.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made my blog public on FB.  Bad idea (coz my mum's in FB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoo.... I think I wrote tooo much crap here.  I'm sure no one would believe its Sally.  But yes.  It is me writing all this crap.  All this crap that should have been shared to people are all here.  Everything.  HAHA.  I don't like sharing things with everyone.  I like to keep things to myself.  I even keep some things from my family and my closest buddies.  It's just me... having secrets with myself.  HAHA.  I feel like deleting some things but meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair cutting after week 8 in preparation for exams. Wth.  Hey... mental strength works too okay??? Btw, my exam timetable sucks.  It really does.  I have a phobia of exams coz of past bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corp law done.  I just chucked in whatever that seems right.  The things I put in there may be subject to disagreement by a lawyer but pfft... I think it should be fine.  Next up, AIS essay.  1000 words doable in 24 hrs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel peace, which is a good thing.  Thank you God for constantly reassuring me things are fine and letting me know that u are in control.  Thank you for giving me a good night sleep every night.  I have never felt better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6145239560044070473?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6145239560044070473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6145239560044070473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6145239560044070473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6145239560044070473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-made-my-blog-public-on-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3517477106476426369</id><published>2009-04-26T10:22:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:45:05.107+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment flaws.</title><content type='html'>Man... I wish this week will go quickly, and smoothly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this week, I will be a free bird from assignments.  I hate assignments.  If I had to choose, I would choose tests over assignments.  Assignments are depressing.  Procrastination makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like work now.  Work has been great to me.  The baker has been great to me.  Customers so-so.  I'm starting to get phone orders which is quite daunting at first coz most of the customers have a german accent and the phone line in the shop is abit blurish.  And most customers do not bother to elaborate in details which makes everything hard.  Coz there's soooo many varieties in the shop and  so I have to ask them this and that to make sure its the right order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni... hmm...been slacking abit to make room for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat.  But then when I look in the mirror, I feel hot. HAHA.  Must be these baggy/thick/woolly winter clothes.  DAMN.  THAT is the reason why I hate winter.  Winter clothes!!! I look fat in them.  I'm not fat ok??? Just there's like what... 3 layers.  Not thin layers.  But WOOLLY, THICK layers.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to go for a run.  Let off some steam.  Maybe after this week.  I've not done weights lately coz of health issues.  But real thankful I did weights last time.  :)  Tone arms I love.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3517477106476426369?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3517477106476426369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3517477106476426369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3517477106476426369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3517477106476426369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/man.html' title='Assignment flaws.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5329448423988651078</id><published>2009-04-25T09:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:41:25.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes are not on sale anymore and they don't have it in brown anymore.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.  Should have got it the other day. All mum's fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely when to the Williams store at Forest Hill after work to find the shoe.  It was pouring rain.  And sadly, it wasn't on sale anymore.  I would have got it at their original price if they still got brown but heck no, all blacks.  They were the perfect heels for me.  Just nice for me to walk 1000 miles without killing my feet and a real stand out in my skinny jeans.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very heartbroken. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My law assignment is no way near 3000 words.  Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5329448423988651078?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5329448423988651078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5329448423988651078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5329448423988651078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5329448423988651078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4398145760430322069</id><published>2009-04-23T23:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:41:46.207+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>Something really random happened to me today.  While I was waiting for the shuttle bus, I found a note on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read as something like this: "Aussie guy looking for Asian girlfriend. Please call number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction was wadever.  And then, what a lame way in picking up chicks.  Then, OMG someone is trying to pick me up.  Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, no, I didn't call.  I didn't even keep the note.  The wind blew it away.  LOL.  Because 1, I'm not desperate, second, I didn't see any HOT AUSSIE guys around the bus stop and third, the wind blew it away.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells... at least someone thinks I look Asian.  Yesterday, a customer told me I look mix.  Wth.  It bothered me for the rest of the day.  Somewhat a compliment but I prefer to look Asian thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4398145760430322069?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4398145760430322069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4398145760430322069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4398145760430322069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4398145760430322069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-really-random-happened-to-me.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3067679389162255018</id><published>2009-04-23T20:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:42:57.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic.</title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic week and this week hasn't even come to a stop yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cramming to study all 5 topics for my accounting test which I've sat for today.  It is a huge relieve.  I think I did alright.  I hope I did alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite depressing.  I had to cover for Veeta coz she's got test as well so she took a whole week off.  So... I've been covering for her.  I had to cover her 6.30 morning shift yesterday and it was HELL!!! I had trouble waking up (obviously).  It's inhumane to ask someone to come to work at 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun setting up the rolls and looking at tired customers dreaming off into their own world.  Like honestly!!! They were customers at 7 in the morning!! I was like shock really!  Who the heck wakes up and bothers to go to shops at 7??? Oh well... I guess its money for the business.  One customer even brought a caramel milkshake at 7??? WTH.  I tot I was half asleep and misheard him.  LOL.  But I made a superb milkshake.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about 11, my energy slowed down.  I had trouble keeping up.  I was looking at the clock, wishing time would past by quickly.  LOL.  I dunno how Veeta does it.  She's got like three 6.30am shift.  She even goes straight to uni after work.  That's like real hero man.  And I'm already struggling with a 9.30 shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, good thing is I got my pay early.  And it was a shocking amount.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 assignments.  KILL IT LIKE U KILL THE TEST!!! Hehe.... I' will get HDs.  Speaking of which, I got HD for acnt 1 assignment.  Everyone got HD I guess but it was a mighty good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3067679389162255018?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3067679389162255018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3067679389162255018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3067679389162255018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3067679389162255018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-hectic-week-and-this-week.html' title='Hectic.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8176556058474415487</id><published>2009-04-20T10:00:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:33:41.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>I know I should be doing my 3000 words corp law essay which is due in a week.  BUT.  Damn u procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... I think I have a crush on someone.  Details?? He's M'sian, 5 yrs older than me, Christian, TALLER than me.  Basically, all the ticks in the box.  I better stop coz some people might have already guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say some "other" things here, it will be a huge give away.  So... no, the "obvious detail" will not be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, u know.  I'm putting it in God's hands.  If it happens it happens, if it doesn't it doesn't.  Simple.  So, God...please don't fail me.  LOL.  Nah... trust Your hands.  I haven't initiate anything coz I'm still waiting for a sign from God.  A sign like maybe we're in the same group (coincidentally of course), or maybe we were assigned to the same project etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, none of that has happen yet.  If it happens then I will definitely initiate it.  But, who knows.  I get tongue tied when I talk to him so I'm still secretly observing him in the distance or FB stalk him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to essay.  Random post this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8176556058474415487?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8176556058474415487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8176556058474415487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8176556058474415487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8176556058474415487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5839320139595544508</id><published>2009-04-15T19:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:13:01.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after the doctors, I went shopping with mummy.  I brought a woollen coat, a shirt blouse and brought mum a jacket.  Then, I saw these shoes that's prefect for me. But mummy didn't want me to buy it because she said it's heel.  So... I was quite unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's a LOW HEEL.  It is THE SHOE!!! I've been searching for ages for a low heel shoe since I suck at wearing high heels.  But, most shops seems to only sell HIGH HEEL SHOES.  So... been looking around for a decent low heel shoe.  And I've found it!!!  It's brown!!!It's got a shiny buckle which I love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm going back anyway.  TEEHEE.  Plus, its 20 dollars discount.  So yeah... I will secretly buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about EC next time.  In short, it is the highlight of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5839320139595544508?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5839320139595544508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5839320139595544508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5839320139595544508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5839320139595544508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-after-doctors-i-went-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6133139719344474709</id><published>2009-04-09T23:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:35:47.538+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to download corp law recorded lectures to listen during camp but the computers at monash did not allow my mp3 player file to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tot to myself, ok, Mt Waverley library.  Who knows?? stupid computer won't allow me to go on.  Long story... no time to explain full.  So... I went home.  I couldn't download it on my laptop coz internet at home is sooo damn slow! Not only that, I'm scared of using up all the internet credit and get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Oh wells... i guess God really wants me to throw everything away during camp.  Forget about everything.  Forget about uni, bloody assignments (how do u do that when there's 3 assignments due in 2 weeks) or work or test or anything.  Forget about everything for 4 days.  Just go to camp and chill, relax and have the awesome 4 days, come back feeling refresh and energetic.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bumped into Jacintha today!! Haven't seen her in ages..........  So that was nice.  I have a craving for custard tarts.  I was gonna get one after lectures but the shuttle bus came so I had to just leave it there.  And the thought of having to wait until the Easter break is over is making my cravings stronger coz there's only 3 place I know that sells custard tart.  A shop at Glen, this shop near my uni and at work.  OMGsh!!! The shop near my uni sells delicious custard tart.  OMGsh the shortbread base is sssssooooooooooo frigging crusty and soft and crumbly and yum!!!  The custard is heaven, so jellyish, slurpyish, just pure awesomeness!!!! And the lady who sells them is Malaysian!!!  LOL.  Ah wells.. I might grab some when I work next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp.  Imma excited.  :)  ok... pack time.  I have prepared things to give to "my mortal".  Explain when I get back.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6133139719344474709?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6133139719344474709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6133139719344474709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6133139719344474709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6133139719344474709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-supposed-to-download-corp-law.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2715913879788519468</id><published>2009-04-08T22:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:50:01.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hols r almost here.  I have to endure another day tmrw, which means 3 straight lectures.  But, thank goodness for hols, would be better if it was longer tho.  I have a feeling it will go in a click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I get full very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just today, I decided for once to have sausage roll for lunch during my break at work.  THe sausage roll wasn't large at all.  But, I couldn't finish it.  I cut it into 4 quarters and I ate half and couldn't finish the other half.  I pretty much forced myself to eat the other quarter and threw the other quarter away.  I dunno why.  Just recently, I'm either not hungry or I get full very quickly.  Is it the weather??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... a mystery to solve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do list for hols. &lt;br /&gt;Easter camp&lt;br /&gt;Send colour pencils and overdue reply letter to Kalkidan, my sponsor child.  :) &lt;br /&gt;Shopping.  Get winter stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Assignments.  I'm very thankful that AIS is only 1500 words long AND NOT! related to excel.  Phew! Excel sucks! Worst creation ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Work. &lt;br /&gt;Study for Acnt mid sem. &lt;br /&gt;Cell social &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... please get me through to week 8.  Amen.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2715913879788519468?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2715913879788519468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2715913879788519468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2715913879788519468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2715913879788519468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/hols-r-almost-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2263283781146071441</id><published>2009-04-07T20:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:27:04.861+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with Accounting assignment!!!  Stupid stupid assignment.  If I had to do that again... Oh wait, we have a part 2.  *pats head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... that almost killed us.  First, we had trouble balancing it.  It took us ages to correct everything.  But thank goodness its balance now.  Thank goodness.  HAHA.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small "squabble" in the middle.  But we're still best of friends.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was suppose to go to Yasmeen's birthday bash.  But because of the assignment, I had to cancel it.  BUT.  On the bus back, I met Ray, from my primary school!!! LOL.  But, I didn't dare talk to him.  Oh well... Maybe coz he's talking to someone so it would be rude or awkward to interrupt.  Next time.  I think he's cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.  Wadever la... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2263283781146071441?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2263283781146071441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2263283781146071441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2263283781146071441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2263283781146071441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-done-with-accounting-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1668494400201348794</id><published>2009-04-05T22:04:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:15:45.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aunty Chong came to Melbourne.  She's my kindy principle.  She's a funny lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought her to church, as well as her daughter who had a genetic disorder.  I'm not quite sure what exactly.  I also don't dare to ask too.  Then, we went for yamcha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful to talk to her.  She reassured me that my decision to continue my course was right.  Remember how I wanted to quit Banking and Finance??? But I didn't so it was quite comforting to hear from her that Banking and Finance would get me somewhere.  I also somewhat like Banking and Finance now.  I like it more than Accounting (because of that stupid accounting assignment).  HAHA.  Remember how much I hated it last yr??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really great to hear her say this: " It's hard but what isn't hard?? If everything was easy, we wouldn't try right??? It's better to face the difficulty now than to regret in the future.  Besides, it will all be worth it in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided to do Chinese as my electives after she told me that people with bilingual or trilingual languages have more advantage in the Banking industry.  They are the first to be selected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.  I'm motivated again.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1668494400201348794?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1668494400201348794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1668494400201348794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1668494400201348794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1668494400201348794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/aunty-chong-came-to-melbourne.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8544234174769932333</id><published>2009-04-04T22:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:23:37.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was very very very busy.  And I was soooo frustrated at everything, with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE TOUCH MY FREAKING HAIR (it was lady boss)!!! WHICH I ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY HATE!!!! I DISLIKE PEOPLE TOUCHING MY HAIR!!! MAN!! THAT ABSOLUTELY PISSES ME OFF!!! THE ONLY ONES WHO EVER GET TO TOUCH MY HAIR IS THE HAIRDRESSER and myself.  wth.  SHE DID IT TWICE!!! TWICE!! ONCE IS ENOUGH BUT TWICE??? I WAS LIKE THIS CLOSE TO YELLING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mood went down hill.  Goodness...  My patience was at breaking point.  I was about to explode.  And stupid stupid customers who cannot make decisions.  And those who talk sooo softly and those who never answer ur questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  I was piss, my patience was wearing thin.  I had to force a smile to every customer which was absolutely pathetic.  To make matters worst, no one helped me serve customers so I was basically running around doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo stress that I had 2 cups of coffee for my break.  But the good thing is that I got a start to my finance report and have a fair idea of how to go about with this.  And I actually had energy to study for Acnt mid term, which surprise me since I had such a strenous day at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work can suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8544234174769932333?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8544234174769932333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8544234174769932333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8544234174769932333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8544234174769932333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-today-was-very-very-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2329642782295628630</id><published>2009-04-04T00:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:25:35.448+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OCF.  was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love discussing about Jesus, about the Bible.  I love hearing other's testimony.  But, personally, I feel that I still have trouble sharing things to others.  It has nothing to do with others.  It's just I'm such an introvert person and I prefer keeping some things to myself.  Like, I don't even share things to my family, or even to my closest friends.  It feels good to have secrets between me and myself.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... we were talking about faith still.  And today we were talking about faith and actions.  This BS session really got me thinking of how my actions reflect my faith.  And I tot back to my actions back then.  About my addiction.  About all the things that I've done that in God's eyes is unworthy.  I realised how much I've let God down with every single sin I've commit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session by far, has been the most eye opening for me.  It seriously got me thinking about serving in worship.  I didn't share about this with my cell because one of my cell members is in the worship committee.  So yeah.  I decided not to share with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continue talking about spritual gifts and speaking in tongues.  Honestly, I haven't really have a talk about speaking in tongues.  Like it never really cross my mind.  It never really bother me in a huge way.  But u know, sometimes I see other Christians speaking in tongues during worship or prayer and it felt like there's something I'm missing out on and of course, the typical question "why?".  Why do they have it and I don't??  Isit because I'm less of a Christian than them?? Isit because their faith level is greater than me??? But, Chee Kai reassured us that not being able to speak in tongues doesn't make us less of a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, having Chee Kai in the group is very very helpful.  Btw, Chee Kai is our advisor and also a Bible College lecturer.  I feel that putting me with Chee Kai is intentional.  I dunno if my brother played a part in it or something.  But definitely, I learned alot from Chee Kai.  I like his stories, his testimonies.  Everything he said or shared is something I've never ever thought before.  He just brings in alot of new ideas and questions that got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for Easter Camp which is next week.  I am excited.  Ok... sleep time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2329642782295628630?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2329642782295628630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2329642782295628630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2329642782295628630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2329642782295628630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/04/ocf.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-277396183638574297</id><published>2009-03-30T22:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:02:26.211+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Alot has been on my mind.  I'm trying to take it one at a time.  God! I need more time.  There's not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is killing. Rebecca stopped work so I had to do her shift on Wednesday, including mine so it's from 5.30 morning start till 6.30pm finish, its going to kill!! OMG... mum said to tell them that I can't do it.  I, myself, also feel that I am incapable of doing 13 hrs straight.  The thing is I can do 13 hrs straight, that's fine with me, but the thought of coming home and having to worry about uni stuff is exhausting.  And the next day, I have a 10am start.  I wouldn't mind if I have nothing on the next day or maybe 1 or 2 hrs, but I have a full day from 10 to 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah... How??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I'm a full time student and studies come first.  But, again, I don't have the heart to say no..  I'll see how it goes but I have a feeling I will say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this soy candle project is playing on my mind, should I take it or not since it clashes with that stupid 13 hr work. But I decided to go with it. I like the project. It's an Ambassador project where we're helping small businesses and this business is a soy candle business set up by women. So, our duty is helping to create the product, marketing, financing and promoting the business. Everything essential to a business.  It's good for me as a business student to have hands on business experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments... duh.  Say no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-277396183638574297?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/277396183638574297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=277396183638574297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/277396183638574297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/277396183638574297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/time_30.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1915500346455427392</id><published>2009-03-30T22:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:59:58.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the bus.</title><content type='html'>Yeah.  I missed my first tute which believe me I didn't plan to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus I was meant to catch by a minute!!! So fkn frustrating.  So, I tot to myself, nvr mind, there always is a next bus.  So, I went to the bank to do my banking stuff while waiting for the next bus.  Who knows? The bus was LATE!!! I was like ok... if the bus doesn't come in the next minute, I'm going.  And yeah.  I ended up going.  Besides, I will be late to the tute anyway, so why even bother??  And as for the lecture after the tute, I don't even have materials ready, so might as well skip that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that dumb la... I went to the library to study to release some guilt.  HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1915500346455427392?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1915500346455427392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1915500346455427392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1915500346455427392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1915500346455427392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Blame the bus.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7147749972171000213</id><published>2009-03-29T14:36:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:56:50.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking of serving in Worship ministry in OCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had this urge to serve in Worship ministry.  I've always wanted to serve God through music.  I've always had this dream of playing infront of crowds of people.  I dunno if its still a dream of mine.  But it used to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my old church, God has planted that thought but I didn't do anything about it.  Yes.  It is a long time ago.  Next, it was GB.  I was really keen but before I could touch a keyboard, I had to leave.  What is the deal with that God?? When I was really keen? there wasn't any opportunity for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, come Citylife, still, I didn't do anything again.  And then last 2 weeks we had a ministry profile in OCF and the Worship ministry was screaming to me but I didn't tick the box.  My brother has been asking me about considering signing up to Worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having second thoughts.  TBH, I think I'm quite confident in my capability. I'm just too afraid to go ahead and do it.  Last 2 weeks, I was incharge of the PowerPoint for worship and looking at the worship team, I think I was scared because of the people.  More like intimidated of their talent and not sure if I can meet up to their standard or equal their standard.  I'm used to playing on my own and not with a band thing, or with another instrument like a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... But I know once I'm in it, I will be able to get my head around.  It's just the first step that is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started practising songs.  I found an awesome site with chords to all hillsong songs.  But I dunno... I asked myself this, I'm scared to make the first step YET! I'm already practising songs! Isn't it too early??? Should I at least stop myself from going far??? But regardless, I love music, so maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7147749972171000213?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7147749972171000213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7147749972171000213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7147749972171000213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7147749972171000213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/lately-ive-been-thinking-of-serving-in.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8618074881420708523</id><published>2009-03-28T16:45:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:51:54.363+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days its sooo hard to fall asleep and soooo hard to wake up.  I almost forgot to wake up for work.  My buzzer went off and I went back to sleep.  And almost forgot to wake up! But thank God I didn't.  Work wasn't too bad.  I got my pay which goes directly to Easter Camp expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss tells me I have to come at 5.30 in the morning to replace Rebecca coz she's not coming back anymore.  I'm like NOOO!! I knew something like this would happen!!! This suck so much!!! Waking up at 5.00 sucks enough, but I have to stay the whole day, till around 6.30.  I don't mind getting to work at 5, coz it means I'm making full use of my time but the thing is I have to stay till the end.  I would be dead by the end of it and won't be able to do anything else (other than sleep of course).  Plus, I've got Ambassador duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.  Goodness.... I'll see how it goes.  Hopefully, he starts getting casual workers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a pleasant surprise! My cell gave me a huge, unexpected surprise.  Quite embarrassing to think of it, but yeah, it was quite unexpected.  Thank you guys!!! Love the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8618074881420708523?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8618074881420708523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8618074881420708523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8618074881420708523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8618074881420708523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-days-its-sooo-hard-to-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7499135060833617556</id><published>2009-03-26T21:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:55:38.454+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a super long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo hard to wake up in the morning.  Thank goodness I reminded myself to put an alarm or else I would forget to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late to my finance tute.  Not my fault ok??? I missed the shuttle bus in like 1 minute.  Quite sad.  But I still manage to get answers (by copying of someone else) to most questions, esp. questions that I had issues with.  Then, the rest of the day is just lectures, lectures, lectures.  Surprisingly, I got something out of all 3 lectures.  In particularly, the finance lecture, I GOT SOMETHING OUT OF IT, which is VERY UNUSUAL!!  Somewhat comforting!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had to stay back with Monique to finish up assignment.  OMGoodness, accounting is soooo very frustrating and tedious.  We were trying to get everything to balance and the stupid thing didn't balance!!!  It was sooo frustrating ok?? And both of us were tired, just surviving on V.  So, we had to go back to search for mistakes.  It took a long time for us to go through all the transactions one after another to see where we gone wrong.  But luckily, it balance in the end so hurray!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm half dead.  I have to get something from Priceline tmrw to receive my free credit before end of this mth.  And heaps of assignment to start tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking good atm.  :) Sleeping in tmrw.... WEEE.... I love Fridays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7499135060833617556?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7499135060833617556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7499135060833617556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7499135060833617556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7499135060833617556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-super-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6019059024528752641</id><published>2009-03-23T13:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:13:24.732+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning spend in uni.</title><content type='html'>I came an hour early to uni.  Don't ask how or why. Must have misread the clock.  Thank goodness for internet coz internet at home is starting to get slow.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still full from yesterday's dinner at Sofia. OMG. I have no idea why.  Somehow lost my appetite.  It's 5 in the arvo now, and I'm not hungry?  I barely had any breakfast and zip lunch at all!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not spend anymore, at least till my next pay.  I've spend most of my last 2 pays on textbooks, for my birthday celebration and living expenses eg. phone credit, transport.  I've been reading alot of blogs about people's spenditure esp. on clothing.  Man... I must resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like the kitchen in the library.  HAHA.  yes, we have a kitchen beside the library.  It's super nice, with a fridge, microwave and hot water filter.  And, THERE'S A COFFEE MACHINE IN THE KITCHEN! Okay.. technically not a coffee machine, but a coffee machine dispenser.  LOL.  I had a go and it and it taste pretty alright, it comes out frothy and OMG! the smell!! Everytime someone gets one, the place just fills with coffee smell!!! The only thing is that it comes out in really tiny amount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less pimples now.  :) *cue hallelujah music*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6019059024528752641?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6019059024528752641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6019059024528752641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6019059024528752641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6019059024528752641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-came-hour-early-to-uni.html' title='Morning spend in uni.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-691576717381328342</id><published>2009-03-22T09:47:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:01:52.728+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will quickly blog about last night (and get back to my readings). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to a bar at Hawthorn.  I wouldn't say club coz it doesn't look like a club.  We sneaked in before the guy checks for ID.  BUT FYI I am legal ok? Just no ID with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few hours were boring.  Really! U just sit there and do nothing.  U try to engage in conversation but after a while its like wtever, and give up.  I, now understand why most people are tempted to get drinks again and again.  But, I was being good.  :)  I did not touch a single drink but stole sips from other people.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it got so crowded and like lots of people were smoking and (I think) 2 girls were smoking weed.  I'm not sure tho but that on the tips of their fingers were not ciggies.  So, yeah, I was basically suffocating.  OMG... there was this girl who "borrowed" my straw.  LOL.  It was sooo weird.  She was drinking from her cup and then took my straw (that I used) and sip through it.  I was like wth... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bit was the dance floor.  Khuong end up not coming coz he had to babysit.  Damn.  If not, dancing would be so much fun.   I saw alot of "make out" scenes.  OMG, there was these 3 girls that I saw earlier, that I assume came without any guys coz I saw them just them 3.  And then, on the dance floor, they were dancing with 3 guys and making out with them.  And I'm like girls!! Where is ur self-worth??? I could be wrong, they could be boyfriends or friends of them but still, going to a bar and picking up random guys, guys u barely know.... etc.. And being so intimate with them like that.  They even went home separately and who knows what next.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw alot of hot guys, mostly Aussies.  And to my least surprise, there was not one Asian.  If Khuong came, he would be the only Asian guy.  I was like where is all the Asian guys?? At home studying?? LOL.  But, most of the guys there are very rude.  Yeah.  But honestly, I don't think I'm a club/bar person coz I prefer sober conversations over nice food.  Seriously, it was sooo hard to talk coz it was really noisy, too crowded and over polluted by tobacco.  And I was tired after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing was the dance floor.  I love dance floors... I love the crystal ball, disco lights and DJ remix.  :)  The adrenaline rush is just awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20.  It feels weird, it feels unreal.  LOL.  YAY!! I've lived 2 decades and hopefully more to come.  Choi, touch wood.  Some people say I don't look 20 and astonishingly, some say I act beyond 20.   HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-691576717381328342?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/691576717381328342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=691576717381328342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/691576717381328342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/691576717381328342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-quickly-blog-about-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1351201101461461277</id><published>2009-03-21T15:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:22:25.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So fkn tired, and I still have to READ.  Argh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later going to Sarah's 20th and my informal 20th celebration as well.  :P.  I cannot wait.  It's going to simply be awesome.  AND Khuong's coming, yay!!! I love u Khuong!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, OCF was soo much fun!!! We had our first cell and my cell is awesome.  We played love ur neighbour.  It is seriously funny!!! :) Then, we had a discussion on Faith.  There were some "heated discussion" on Faith but I learned alot from this discussion.  I learned that Faith is a God given gift and belief is action of faith.  But faith lives in everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how my work comes the morning after OCF.  Coz after OCF, I feel energised, refreshed and motivated.  I won't say I'm more motivated to work but I must say I'm less grumbling and complaining to wake up at 6.30 and work my arse out.  So, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the heck I'm typing.  Ugh... reading.  Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1351201101461461277?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1351201101461461277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1351201101461461277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1351201101461461277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1351201101461461277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-fkn-tired-and-i-still-have-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5944103182974605899</id><published>2009-03-20T09:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:35:07.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week went like a rocket.  So much to do, so little time.  The workload is horrendous and its only week 3!!! Only week 3!!! I cannot imagine the weeks after this.. I dare not imagine the hecticness of assignments and reports and test and the big exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have alot to do, eg. reading for Commercial Banking and Finance and accounting questions.  And then next week, I have to start the whole cycle all over again, eg, readings and tute questions for another week.  Not to mention, I'm sick again.  I've been sick on and off ever since school started.  My head is killing, been on panadols for 2 days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy with the progress I've made.  I'm up to date with most things.  I've made myself go to all tutorials which by the way, helped ALOT with my understanding.  I also try to do as much as possible.  Really, sometimes I feel that maybe I'm pressuring myself at times, to do everything all at once. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I will let my hair down this weekend coz its my 2oth and I will celebrate it and relax.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5944103182974605899?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5944103182974605899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5944103182974605899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5944103182974605899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5944103182974605899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week-went-like-rocket.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6561835575023580354</id><published>2009-03-13T08:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:12:35.781+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Watches and cameras</title><content type='html'>People... should I buy a camera??? I'm quite hesitant coz I know the camera is only for special times.  But, who knows, I could be busy snapping away with a handy cam in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no... once I blog about buying something, I'm sure to go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, should I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a watch to buy tho.  And a watch is something I really need compared to a camera.  But, by chance, dad will be getting a watch for me for my birthday.  If not, I might delay the camera and get a watch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, probly right now isn't such a good idea.  I'm still not over the textbook expenses.  Man...textbooks are bloody expensive!! Maybe 3-6 mths down the track, once I've saved up enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6561835575023580354?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6561835575023580354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6561835575023580354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6561835575023580354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6561835575023580354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html' title='Watches and cameras'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5506919205691872241</id><published>2009-03-12T20:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:46:42.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived three lectures in a row!!! Phew...And I have to do that for the next 10 weeks!  HUHU... Uni is sooo much fun!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm supposed to go shopping for my 20th outfit.  But my bro's sick and as a big sis, I have to stay home to take care of him.  My mum is putting the blame on me coz I was sick last week and she's pointing the finger at me.  Yeah yeah, I'm always the scapegoat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! and every time some one in the family is sick, mum always grumbles that none of us three are studying medic/pharmacy/opto/dentistry... etc.  U know all those health science courses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been alright.  OMGoodness, I was fine on Tuesday night and yesterday morning the headache came back again.  I dunno what really.  I was really fine on Tuesday night!!! I was even lying in bed planning my Friday shopping and planning Aun Shiang's 19th meet up straight after shopping.  And the very next morning, I got this massive headache, and flush hotness.  Now, I'm not sure whether I'm sick or whether I'm just tired from whole day of uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!  Oh yeah, I missed a phone call by a second.  I was about to hit the button and the call stopped! It is super frustrating!! But I think I know who it is.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5506919205691872241?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5506919205691872241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5506919205691872241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5506919205691872241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5506919205691872241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-survived-three-lectures-in-row-phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1572982419111635359</id><published>2009-03-11T20:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:40:26.749+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man... printing out lecture notes is sickening me!!!! Argh... stupid AIS lecturer went and put the notes in slide form format, which makes it sooo hard to print!!!  Like wth... I know, its Accounting INFORMATION SYSTEM and we're supposed to be pros in computer things but still... we're business students and not information tech students!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was too frustrated with it so I came blogging instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR... and work today was alright.  I got pay rise, by a dollar but still good to me.  The baker is annoying me again.  He brought up the u-have-to-convince-customers thing again.  Okay.. it began when customers walk in the shop and walk out WITHOUT BUYING ANYTHING.  I am soooo very tired of hearing him again and again lecturing me about how every cent counts to our pay.  Like wth... first, our pay is fixed, its not performance based and second, no matter how hard sales are coming in, the boss still has to find a way  to pay u that amount, regardless if sales went down or sky rocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I could have scream at him then and there.  And then he just had to point out that the customer that left brought cake from another shop.  HE JUST HAD TO!!! And I'm like so??? Does it look like I blardy care??  I don't care whether a customer choose to buy or not to buy from our shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my defence, if a customer just looks around, doing research, checking out prices/cakes from different shops, the customer is searching for a better deal.  The customer has a right to go around looking at every shop and decide to buy from which shop.  At the end of the day, I cannot make that decision for them, it is ultimately their cash, their decision.  He always make it was my fkn fault.  Why not he try to sell something and see?? Most of the time the customer either doesn't listens or doesn't pay attention to what u say AND! I probly freak the customer out and make them uncomfortable if I just stand there and stare at them.  I feel uncomfortable too standing there, with his two eyes looking at me and went they leave without buying anything, it feels like I'm going to be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one he always picks on.  I dunnoo... but I didn't see him do it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM Goodness... U guys might think that I'm the one needing to change my thinking.  Yes, its true some things he said about my working attitude and I have tried my very best to change these things.  But in this instance, honestly, I have look at every aspect from my attitude to how I work before putting the blame on someone else.  Seriously, I don't see what I did wrong.  I did my best to make customers happy, be friendly, be efficient, be hardworking but still he finds fault in every little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! I just want to do like those in the movies, I just want to run to the sea and scream my fkn breath out.  He's just so annoying.  I'm still tolerating him.  Maybe God put me with him to test my patience.  God... u have gone too far.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1572982419111635359?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1572982419111635359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1572982419111635359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1572982419111635359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1572982419111635359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6491344799358377081</id><published>2009-03-10T10:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:40:56.778+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it that everyone is soooo carefree in life.  Hmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see... I'm blogging less now.  Not because I have no time, just there's nothing to blog about.  There's nothing interesting in uni, its all about attending tutes and lectures, bumping into familiar faces in uni, meeting new people in tutes and lectures and hard work to catch up with every weeks stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell out of bed today, like literally fell out of bed.  I accidentally bit my lips and my arms hurt like shit.  I changed the layout of my room and it looks much cozier now. It also takes some time to get used to it.  My bed is right beside the window which is kinda scary at night coz I sometimes picture someone looking through the window.  And my desk is now where my bed used to be.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  I gtg to uni now.  Yeah! AIS!! I will be playing with excel... and maybe FBing.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6491344799358377081?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6491344799358377081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6491344799358377081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6491344799358377081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6491344799358377081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-it-that-everyone-is-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-705810570737873667</id><published>2009-03-08T16:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:22:05.385+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus's cute daughter finally FINALLY hugged me!!!! Her name's Talia!!! She's 1 plus years old.  She is sooooo cute and adorable!!! She used to be very scared of me, always running away and jiggling to get away everytime I carry her.  But today, I waved bye at her and she ran to hug me.  It was unbelievable, like a real hug, arms wide open and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo cute okay????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Marcus is another ROAR leader (not some random guy on the street).  He and his wife, Elvina joined our group 2 yrs ago.  They have 3 cute, adorable daughters, the youngest is Talia.  OMG! She is sooooo cute!!!  I almost wanted to kidnap her and take her home with me.  We had our last ROAR for this semester.  That's why I was saying bye to her, and she unexpectedly came to hug me!!! HAHA.  I like it! It kinda made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.  Should have taken a photo.  HAHA.  Next time.  :)  I have to clean my room to make studying easier.  LOL.  And also retrieve all the lost things in my bedroom, eg. combs, lippy, hair tie, hair clips etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-705810570737873667?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/705810570737873667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=705810570737873667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/705810570737873667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/705810570737873667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-marcuss-cute-daughter-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7135679375170466571</id><published>2009-03-07T17:35:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:55:47.491+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I burnt my thumb at work today... It hurts so frigging much.  Imagine touching something straight out of a hot oven!! That's what I did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR.... stupid baker! Still dare to make fun of me.  Seriously, he has no sympathy whatsoever.  But work today went really quick.  It was much more busy than usual.  Every second there was a customer.  Funny how customers always come at the same time and not one after the other.  It would always be a flock of customers and then silence and then another flock of customers.  LOL.  Before I knew, it was already 30minutes left of work.  I didn't even have lunch break.  Weird enough, I wasn't even hungry or tired.  Maybe all the running around has made me energetic and awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! Rimmel London cosmetics is on sale.  Damn.  OMG... I was sooo tempted ok??? But, I resisted.  I don't wear makeup anyway, or put it as I don't have time for makeup.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun Shiang's 19th on Monday.  I will be nice and treat her to lunch.  HEHE.  Nah.. coz she's here alone without her family.  So, as a good friend, I will help her celebrate her last teen year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Mine's almost coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7135679375170466571?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7135679375170466571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7135679375170466571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7135679375170466571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7135679375170466571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-burnt-my-thumb-at-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5049361026845664684</id><published>2009-03-02T10:51:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:07:37.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at uni now.  It's so quiet in the T computer building.  I'm sooo tired now.  I had a headache since Sat night and now I think I'm down with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is that there is no Corp law tute today... like wth.  My weekly schedule tells me I should have tute today BUT! after checking blackboard (which the lecturer stupidly only put it up this morning) said there's no tute for week 1.  And now I'm debating whether to attend the 3 o'clock lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... at least there's free food during O-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically wasted a whole day in uni.  I am so tired now.  Oh boy, the tute I dread the most is on tomorrow.  I'm praying to get a different tutor.  Praying very hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5049361026845664684?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5049361026845664684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5049361026845664684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5049361026845664684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5049361026845664684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-at-uni-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8147826120332364004</id><published>2009-03-01T22:25:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:50:31.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ready.</title><content type='html'>Uni starts tmrw.  TBH, I am more excited than anxious.  I was anxious and stressed before but Ambassador camp made everything better, whole lot better and put everything into perspective.  I feel more confident and in control than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my concession card done.  Damn, the ticket price has gone up by alot.  Previously, it was around $5.30 for 5x daily, zone 2, concession ticket and now, the cost is $10.10.  I was like shit, it's gone up by ALOT.  I wouldn't mind if it gone up by 1 or 2 dollars but 5 dollars is extreme.  Ah wells... not like I'm cashless right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've organised all my books.  Thanks Jenine for selling me ur AIS and corp. law books for a fraction of the price!! Much appreciated!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is awesome!! I am soooo happy!!! I only have 3 days I need to go to uni, Mon, Tues and Thursday.  Thank goodness for that coz last year I have to go for 4 days per week.  My earliest is 10 in the morning.  Thursday is my pack day where I have lectures one after the other.  But, thank goodness it's in the same lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm working 2 days starting from now, which is a great plus coz I will see less of that idiot.  :)  AND! I have Friday all for myself.  No uni and work!! Woohoo!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.. I haven't clean my room yet.  Oh, and too bad I only have one same unit with him.  Maybe that's what happen last yr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8147826120332364004?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8147826120332364004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8147826120332364004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8147826120332364004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8147826120332364004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/03/uni-starts-tmrw.html' title='I am ready.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4149733732390401543</id><published>2009-02-28T17:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:57:17.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 20th is coming!!!  I cannot wait to turn 20.  HEE HEE.  I really should plan how I'm going to celebrate my 20th but really, tbh, I cannot be bothered.  BUT! I made a deal to celebrate every 10 yrs of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a cute birthday cake!!! Cute ones with detailed decoration. I reckon Asian bakery have cute cakes. Yesterday, I was at Glen Waverley and went around all bakery to check out their cakes. The cakes look so cute, I was swooning and wowing at the cakes in the fridge. Box Hill has got cute cakes too!! It's sooo cute especially the little ones. It looks too cute to be eaten. HAHA. But get me a big one, preferably a cake that last me 1 month. LOL. I like fresh cream cakes NOT icing cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I want a watch as well. I've been hinting my parents to get me a decent watch. Despite Chinese superstition that giving someone a watch or clock is bad luck, I still want a watch.  LOL. Dunno if they got the idea yet tho. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4149733732390401543?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4149733732390401543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4149733732390401543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4149733732390401543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4149733732390401543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-20th-is-coming-i-cannot-wait-to-turn_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4374224711588415271</id><published>2009-02-28T14:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:33:32.027+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss is the word.</title><content type='html'>I am freaking piss right now.  The baker needs to go die and burn in a hole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, work today was very good.  I was at my best.  I was running around just to get the job done quickly ( I was really really running around).  I timed myself in everything little thing I did to make sure I was efficient enough.  I was making alot of sales and being very friendly and smiley and saying thank you and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running around until the last 30 minutes of work, I slowed down abit coz I've done everything that needs to be done and I have nothing else to do, so I just stood there staring at the ceiling.  And seeing it was the last 30 minutes, I just stood there and wait for customers while Angela do the stock take and while Veeta was cleaning the coffee machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid stupid stupid moron came I told me I WASN'T WORKING HARD ENOUGH!!! Wtf.  Wtf. Wtf.  Me?? Not working hard enough??? I busted my ass off whole morning serving customers, running around, cleaning this and that, doing odd jobs that no one else wants to do.  AND THIS IDIOT SAID I'M NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!!! I was and am soooo upset and angry and frustrated at him.  What does he know???  What?? What??? What?? He told me that people who get laid off are those who don't work as hard.  I'm like whatever... asif I care!! Asif.  U think I'm going to be so scared???  I'm going to get a better job anyway that pays whole lot better... so why would I care?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did not argue with him like I did last time.  I just sucked it all up and let it go.  I was at the edge of argueing with him but I didn't.  This is harassment to it's highest level, I wasn't going to put up with it but seeing whatever I said means absolutely nothing to him, I decided to let it go.  No point getting back at him, there's nothing I need to prove to him anyway.  I know I've done my best, I don't need someone like him to tell me shit things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!  Damn.  After all that, I still feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4374224711588415271?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4374224711588415271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4374224711588415271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4374224711588415271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4374224711588415271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-freaking-piss-right-now.html' title='Piss is the word.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5664228816645846703</id><published>2009-02-27T21:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:40:40.828+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The nice.</title><content type='html'>What a day today was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out disappointing.  Well, I was supposed to help out for Beach Day today but turns out, I had to go to a training which I absolutely was not told about and hence, was not allowed to go.  Damn u monsu people!! I swear they have something against Asians!!! The whole volunteering team was bloody Australians, there was no Asians and such.  I was really looking forward to the Beach Day and it really sucks to not be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life is such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Madu and I went to Chaddy instead to hang around.  We waited for Madu's friend and then watched "The Unborn".  Seriously people, WATCH THAT MOVIE!!! It is freaking awesome!!!  It's not very scary to be honest coz all the scary bits are in the trailer.  The story line is nice, not great but nice.  It was alright.  The ending is abit off tho, coz I think it should be longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once we finished watching "The Unborn", we went "cinema hopping".  We were popping into every theatre to see what movie is on.  And, we settled with a movie that I don't even know what the title is.  It's about this dentist who went under the knife and had dramas with the anesthetic.  After that, he could see people wandering around who was dead.  But, no, its not a horror film.  Those dead people were nice and all and were asking him to help them fulfill their final wishes.  So, he met this dead man who needs help with his wife.  The dentist ended up liking the wife and started a relationship with her.  PEOPLE!!! WATCH THIS MOVIE AS WELL!! It is freaking hilarious and surprisingly, very emotional (esp. the ending)!!! I googled and the title's "Ghost Town".  Watch it people!! It's very good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to an OCF BBQ.  Someone told me I look more Korean than Malaysian (wahseh!!) a HUGE compliment to me!!! Some even thought I'm angmoh mixed.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite not being able to go to the beach day, the day turned out good.  I love shorts now.  I can show off my athletic legs in short shorts.  I'm very tempted to wear shorts tmrw but due to hygienic reasons, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5664228816645846703?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5664228816645846703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5664228816645846703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5664228816645846703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5664228816645846703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-day-today-was.html' title='The nice.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5855952661092083444</id><published>2009-02-23T12:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:29:30.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn he's not a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love facebook stalking!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just damn.And no I am not going to even try to change him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God why r u doing this to me?? Why can't u give me a Christian that is not taken??? Do u  want me to go single forever and be an old maid??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ee... the guys I meet are either taken, gay or non-christian.  What's the deal with that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with taken guys coz I tend to be happy for them and of course breakups in relationships are inevitable, as well as gay guys coz they are whole lot fun and they make u laugh to the point u kinda treat them as close "girlfriends" and forget about how cute they are.  But non-christians?? It's like a stab in the heart.  It's like there's no obstacle between u and them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and u are tempted to get close but scared about liking them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for taken guys, they have a "girlfriend barrier"; gay guys just make u feel so comfortable.  But there's no barrier between u and non-christian guys, maybe psychological ones but not physical ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its ok.  Good thing I knew it earlier if not, it would be serious detrimental damage made.  But doesn't mean I cannot flirt right?? LOL.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! No work today!! Only 2 days this week.  I can laze around for this two days and then start getting busy with O-week activities.  I am sooo excited!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5855952661092083444?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5855952661092083444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5855952661092083444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5855952661092083444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5855952661092083444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-hes-not-christian.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4936568630577577698</id><published>2009-02-22T20:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:18:52.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Ambassador!!!</title><content type='html'>CAMP WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness!!! Best weekend I've ever had!!!! I've got no pictures to show (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I did, in dot points coz too lazy to elaborate (maybe later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reach camp in the evening and immediately had dinner.  Italian dinner of lasagna, pasta, salad and choc mousse dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got settled in, and then what did we do??? *think* *think* (Man... I think I have short term memory).  Had a brief welcome and introduction session, ice break etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 6.30 to have a walk on the beach.  Breath-taking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guest speaker from Monash about communication and culture diversity.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, we broke into groups of three and then had these problem solving and leadership activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH!! And this was the fun bit!!! After the dinner, we had a bonfire and we were sharing stories etc.  And then, we had a walk in the dark on the oval.  Quite scary but after a while was quite fun.  And we actually played games in the dark which was SOOOOO much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got our Ambassador t-shirt printed!! It looks sooooo pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A speaker came to talk to us about planning and visioning in the morning which was very inspiring.  It kinda motivates me this year and for once, made me look forward to uni which starts next week.  GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the afternoon, we had physical activity.  It was the best!!! First, I did the high ropes.  Scary, but I managed to complete it.  Then, it was the flying fox.  And lastly, the giant swing!!! OMGosh... Giant swing was the best!!! It was sooo scary coz ur swinging in mid air and feels like ur going to .  So, that was awesome!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, group photo.  Then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I had the best time.  Met a whole lot of new friends, I reckon I know everyone on camp!!! This was definitely the experience I was looking for.  Challenging...inspiring...exhilarating...what more could u ask for???  I definitely did push myself to make new friends, speak up, go beyond my limits... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!! My roomies!! Jacintha, Yee Soon and Cheysha!!! U guys are the best!!! Camp wouldn't be great without u guys!!   I met someone... HAHA.  I said I wasn't going to elaborate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo freaking tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4936568630577577698?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4936568630577577698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4936568630577577698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4936568630577577698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4936568630577577698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-ambassador.html' title='Camp Ambassador!!!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5095983973758170032</id><published>2009-02-19T11:24:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:57:14.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp.. I cannot wait.</title><content type='html'>I'm going on camp Friday to Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that I can explode right now.  The excitement is building up!!! I took time off work and Roar.  It kinda makes me feel abit guilty but I made up my mind to give equal priority to everything I'm doing, be it work, ROAR, Ambassador and OCF.  BUT of course, greater priorities to my studies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something Ps. Mark Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If u were to have an operation, would u want to have a surgeon that is unconfident, tired, stress OR  a surgeon that is confident, ready and knows what to do.  Of course, someone that is capable, experience and ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he continue saying that "We should put in 100% to what we do.  We should not commit to something and don't have the energy to do the best, always rocking up feeling tired and stress and end up doing bad.  We should conserve our energy and give time out for ourselves to be ready for challenges ahead.  Energy is the key!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really spoke to me.  AND I heard this on a Christian radio station!!! So... yeah... it is more like a motivation than a challenge for me.  I can totally relate to being tired and stress, always running around doing things for others, and neglecting myself.  So, this time, its more about prioritizing and giving my all to the things I've committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my period came a week earlier than I expected.  I am soooo happy.  First time I felt happy to have my period.  I'm always sulking and moody when I'm on my 'Ps'.  My period always comes on the right time.  HAHA.  And weird enough, I didn't get any tummy cramps or wobbly legs this time round.  That means I can have more fun during camp!!!!!!! LOL.  The thing that is bugging me is this blister I got on my foot.  I hope it heals before tmrw.  I cannot imagine salt water and blisters.  Ugh... So please heal immediately....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5095983973758170032?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5095983973758170032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5095983973758170032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5095983973758170032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5095983973758170032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-i-cannot-wait.html' title='Camp.. I cannot wait.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-4477142313067663120</id><published>2009-02-17T22:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:24:04.605+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing down.</title><content type='html'>I bumped into another of my crush.  I swear... I keep again and again bumping into crushes, unintentionally of course.  Like duh... why in the world would I want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to stay home all day.  Saz wanted to go to the beach but I just feel like staying home, u know, just one of those days.  But, then they changed it. Instead of beach, they decided to see a movie.  And so, I went.  And coincidentally, Li was working at Pancake Parlour (which was outside the cinemas), handing out Pancake Parlour's flyers.  And unbelievably, he remembers and recognizes me.  We had a little chat.  I think I was abit embarrassed, more like what-do-i-say-now moments.  But, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing was I didn't know about the movie.  I kinda casually knew about the movie thing through Alka on msn.  AND! Alka NEVER goes on msn, its like a once in a blue moon thing for her to be on msn.  So, yeah, it was sorta like a last minute thing to go.  And, what did I know, I bumped into Li.  Just luck, or is it a sign???  LOL.  But, it was good seeing him.  At least, I know he's still alive.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, we watched He's just not that into you.  It's a shit movie!! Do not watch it!!! It's not worth ur 12 bucks.  But this time I paid 8 dollars, so not much complaining.  BUT! Seriously... it is a crap movie!! Story line is blah!!! Do not watch it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-4477142313067663120?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/4477142313067663120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=4477142313067663120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4477142313067663120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/4477142313067663120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-bumped-into-another-of-my-crush.html' title='Crushing down.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2266868528702030504</id><published>2009-02-14T17:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:24:38.764+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was not so bad.  I was less tired after work coz I got two breaks in-between instead of one!!  It was soooo hard to wake up in the morning.  The bed was soooo cozy and warm and the pillows were so soft, I hardly want to wake up.  I was sooo tempted to sleep till 7am but forced myself to wake up at around 6.40am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for my cousin.  No, she's not getting married but she's finally going out with someone.  I am very happy!!!  Can't wait for them to get married!!! Then, I get to eat their cake!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to shop but I have to be very very careful with my money.  U know what I want to do? Walk into a shop, get everything I like and walk out without looking at the price tag or contemplating whether to get it or not.  But, days like this call for greater care for money.  Wouldn't it be great if money did grow on trees like apples and oranges.  Sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy VDay!!!  I'm too tired to think.  To me, its just another Saturday where I wake up at 6.30, bust my ass at work, come home with sore legs and in bed at 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2266868528702030504?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2266868528702030504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2266868528702030504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2266868528702030504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2266868528702030504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-today-was-not-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7012242157503807970</id><published>2009-02-12T20:57:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:57:17.044+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>Sally will not blog about that idiot from work.  Enough said about the moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7012242157503807970?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7012242157503807970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7012242157503807970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7012242157503807970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7012242157503807970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/sally-will-not-blog-about-that-idiot.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6792451617966956745</id><published>2009-02-11T19:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:13:35.801+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Of glads. and white tees.</title><content type='html'>I brought myself a pair of gladiator sandals, since I really wanted something gladiator-ish, be it boots or heels or sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't go out searching for the gladiator sandals.  It kinda came to me.  After lunch, I stopped by Payless Shoes and decided to go in and have a look.  So, I came across this pair of silver metallic/golden glad. sandals.  I immediately loved it to bits!!! AND!! I got it for 9 dollars!! Cheap as!! Is it not a bargain or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was quite hesitant because of the colour, it would be better if it was brown or black.  My brother said the sandals look very grandma-ish.  But, who could resist a 9 dollar thing, so... I finally got it.  It feels very comfy on my feets and given I had blisters on my foot yesterday, the sandals did not irritate the blisters... so all good!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can wear it with my white shorts.  I also got a white cotton tee for 8 dollars at Dolly Girl for printing or dyeing during camp.  Speaking of camp, I hope I don't get my period during camp.  It would totally suck, but the probability of having it is quite high coz its exactly a month from my last period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6792451617966956745?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6792451617966956745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6792451617966956745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6792451617966956745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6792451617966956745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-brought-myself-pair-of-gladiator.html' title='Of glads. and white tees.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1858805836860900895</id><published>2009-02-10T10:03:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:02:35.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 4</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 yrs, I've called Australia home.  Exactly 4 yrs on Feb 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I left M'sia, it was very hard.  Harder than I thought, leaving a place that has been my home full of childhood and growing up memories.  I remember the Perth trip where mum was buying souvenirs for friends and family and I wanted one too but mum said we will be back to Australia anyway, so no need for souveniers.  I was really scared coz I really did not want to leave.  I cried in class when I told my best friend Lee Nee I was going.  We cried together.  Even Phet Ling stopped me by suggesting that I stay at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weird enough, thinking back, I was just about to be quite comfortable in Kuching.  Everyone started to like me and respect me, I was friends with everyone.  I was just about to go into YL position in GB (which I was very looking forward at that time) and I was going to play piano for GB (which was a dream of my at that time).  I also started to be active at church and getting to know all the people in youth.  I wasn't ready to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I have to leave.  Isit bad timing or what???  Sometimes I ask God that.  Why take me away when I have taken so long to establish strong relationships and reconnect with people that once hated me?? Why take me away when I have alot to offer to GB and my church??  But, it wasn't mine to decide.  Actually, I decided not to occupy my mind about leaving.  I refrain myself from thinking of the pros and cons of leaving because I know at the end of the day I will leave regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I' m quieter than before.  Others tell me I talk less now.  They tell me last time I used to talk non-stop (I didn't even know that I was very talkative last time).  But now, every time there's a gathering or meet-up, I don't say anything unless someone ask me a question or I have something important to say.  I would just sit there and listen or smile or day dream.  HAHA.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, here I am 4 yrs later, changed for the better.  I am still serving in church, I am still pursuing my accounting dream, I've gained strong friendships, friendships that I didn't have to fight for like back then.  I've got stronger mentally and EMOTIONALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1858805836860900895?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1858805836860900895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1858805836860900895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1858805836860900895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1858805836860900895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-4-yrs-ive-called-australia.html' title='Year 4'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-628757047524708457</id><published>2009-02-09T20:25:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:49:19.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog about ROAR last Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as usual, awesome.  We were learning about determination.  Pete and Keith were teaching the kids about Paul.  U know the story of how Saul, who was a rebellious Christian hater who was very keen on killing all the Christians.  And then, God spoke to him and he change his ways into a devoted Christian.  Paul went to lengths to deliver God's message.  Even though he had to endure hardship, he still was very DETERMINE to get others to know God and accept Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda spoke to me.  God told me not to give up.  God reminded me that we're in this together and that this is mine and His race.  Amazing, how I learn TOGETHER with the kids.  It's much interesting than weekend sermons, nah, just joking.  It's just that weekend sermons are more mature material and serious stuff, where as kids church stuff is quite entertaining and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made the craft with the kids.  It was a paper with this written on it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." Hebrews 12:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decorate it with stickers, paper flowers and stars.  I have it on my wall.  I even showed it to mum very proudly like 5 yo kid.  It is an encourager as well as a motivation for me.  When hope dies down, I can look and see that there is still hope out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will spur me on this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-628757047524708457?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/628757047524708457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=628757047524708457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/628757047524708457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/628757047524708457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-to-blog-about-roar-last-sun.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2219615039301715293</id><published>2009-02-09T15:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:14:20.069+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for guys.</title><content type='html'>My baby brother is a genius!!! My lappie broke down on Sun and he managed to fix it!!  Actually, it was the mouse that was spoiled and he fix it.  So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway speaking of my baby brother, we went shopping for his t-shirt yesterday.  Gosh... it was really hard to find a decent t-shirt.  He wanted a red t-shirt for swimming sports coz he's in the red team.  And we search and search.  Almost all shops have all the other colours but red!! Super annoying ok??  And because he's really skinny, most of the t-shirts don't fit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard shopping for guys esp. clothing for guys coz there's not many guy clothing shops around.  Most guy clothing shops are joint with female clothing as well and alot of them are formalish shops with suit and ties.  There are not many casual shops for guys.  And the options are really limited.  It's either t-shirt, long sleeve collar shirt or jeans.  That's about it the pattern I see in every shop.  I reckon if I'm a designer, I would design guys clothing coz of the demanding market.  I would make good money out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me lucky to be a woman.  LOL.  The options are endless.  Speaking of which, I got myself a pair of shorts.  My first pair of shorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2219615039301715293?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2219615039301715293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2219615039301715293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2219615039301715293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2219615039301715293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping-for-guys.html' title='Shopping for guys.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-884334654580477423</id><published>2009-02-07T19:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:12:06.908+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetic cakes!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so fkn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.30 for work, 9 hrs running around and no sitting except for my 15 mins of break, damn.  Oh, and did I mention that it was freaking 46 degrees today?? The highest temperature ever recorded!! I almost died on the shop attic!!!!  And the air condition was abit gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work was ok.  I did some wrapping of the diabetic cakes and cherry flan.  I LOVE WRAPPING DIABETIC CAKES!!! I dunno why tho.  Even the baker could see I love wrapping diabetic cakes so he kept asking me to do it.  I, of course agreed.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to sleep after dinner.  But, its too hot to sleep.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I need a new blog name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-884334654580477423?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/884334654580477423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=884334654580477423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/884334654580477423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/884334654580477423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-fkn-tired.html' title='Diabetic cakes!!!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1847259414167980046</id><published>2009-02-06T14:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:15:30.955+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunges, econometrics and BB Cream!!!</title><content type='html'>My bum, thighs, calves and hips hurts alot.  I've been doing lunges which is a exercise that shapes ur thigh and especially bum.  No time to explain, just google it if ur interested.  It hurts to roll around in bed and walk, even harder to sit.  But, its good pain, pain indicates that ur muscles are pulling apart and once the muscles heal itself, it tends to get even stronger than before, thus giving me muscular legs.  :)  Maybe I should have a cold shower later to relief the pain because (according to chemistry.. arh.. trusty yr 12 chem!! LOL.) cold water breaks down some acid in the muscle named lactic acid or something like that.  Hmm.. care to correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. i got a letter from Monash.  They are encouraging me to take up econometrics.  LOL.  I was like wth... shouldn't this letter come during enrolment time?? NOT after enrolment date?? Weird.. Even weird is I got a C, and they think I'm suitable to do a minor in econometrics??  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get myself some BB cream.  Also, google it if ur interested.  I tried a sample from The Face Shop and holy moly, first foundation (actually not a foundation, its a base cream but acts like a foundation) that I love!! Easy apply, ok scent, light and ABSORBLE!! It's not cakey and immediately absorbs into my skin!!! With normal foundation, I have to mix it with moisturiser coz it leaves my skin dry and cakey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! It covers blemishes, hence the name BB, Blemish Balm.  Too bad it doesn't come in a selection of tones like foundations.  It only comes in one colour.  The one I tried was really pale coloured, I look like a ghost, but after bronzer it looks much natural.   I guess its made for fair Asian ladies, rather than black or tanned people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe pop by Box Hill's Missha to have a look.  YAY!! To the Koreans for their super invention!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1847259414167980046?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1847259414167980046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1847259414167980046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1847259414167980046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1847259414167980046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunges-econometrics-and-bb-cream.html' title='Lunges, econometrics and BB Cream!!!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8620271741355425368</id><published>2009-02-05T23:42:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:24:48.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Of St.Kilda.</title><content type='html'>Met up with the girls at St. Kilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ST. KILDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pure heaven.  For those who don't know, St. Kilda is a bayside town, abit outside the city.  It has a beachy lifestyle with coffee shops, boutiques, restaurant by the sea and high rise apartments with cute trams.  I hope to live there one day in the future.  But, I heard from Sarah that there are many drug addicts and prostitutes in St. Kilda.  She even dare joked about syringes on beaches.  But, it really is a good place to live coz its very close to the city, not some deserted, out-of-no-where town, and close to the ocean some more.  It would be good to wake up to sunrise and ocean seas than high-rise building right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance, there was a hippy festival going on at St. Kilda.  So, the atmosphere was really great.  It look like a celebration in some folk village.  There were all types of food, African to Swedish to Moroccan.  There was even a stand called "Chocolate Orgasm".  LOL.  But, we decided to dine in a Vegetarian restaurant, which was alright.  I'm not a huge fan of vegan food, I prefer a dose of meat somewhere.  Although not to my liking, food was alright.  After that, we went to "Chocolate Orgasm" to get some dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took the tram to Southern Cross and then the train home.  Then, we saw Jared, his friend, Rui and Kanji.  HAHA.  It's very usual to bump into familiar people on public transport.  Oh yeah... I saw Sean in the bus!! LOL.  Hmm...  coincidence!! He keeps popping up in unexpected places.  I pretended I didn't see him, I think he did the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8620271741355425368?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8620271741355425368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8620271741355425368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8620271741355425368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8620271741355425368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/met-up-with-girls-at-st.html' title='Of St.Kilda.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1316813006556893977</id><published>2009-02-03T23:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:00:52.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair, choc and reunion?</title><content type='html'>I hate human hair.  Facial hair and body hair.  I just spent 1 hr plucking my eyebrows.  1 hr!! Not like I care coz I was super bored.  But, still its quite irritating.  I just plucked them 2 weeks ago and 2 weeks later it grows out of shape, into a horrendous bush.  U spend one hr to get them into the ideal shape, hoping it will stay and 2 weeks later holy moly!! It goes out of shape and have to repluck them.  I wouldn't mind if no one sees them but eyebrows! How can u hide eyebrows???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Sometimes I don't get the girls on Survivor.  U know the reality show where they r stuck on a deserted island?? They seems to have absolutely no hair at all!! I was like wow... why?? How the heck??? Their eyebrows are still very well-shaped, their underarm are clean, and no body hair!! Maybe someone sneaked a shaver in or maybe they r well prepared with electrolysis hair reduction, or permanent body hair reduction.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much chocolate at home. HAHA.  Most of them are gifts from CNY guests.  And mum brought these packets of Tim Tams coz they were on sale, 1.99 each.  It's the exclusive dessert range.  There's hazelnut, cherry, black forest and original.  I think I like original the best, coz its original... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.  We have a group for our primary school class in FB.  Man... does it bring back memories.  It's weird how I still remember ALOT, not a little but ALOT esp. what people say I still remember very well.  HAHA.  I am amazed of the amount of people (ex-classmates) that are in Melbourne.  I swear I had no idea.  Mao Ling, Ray Tie, Eman Chan are here. Chin Chin and Happy are coming.  Wow... to think no one ever comes to Melbourne.  HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1316813006556893977?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1316813006556893977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1316813006556893977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1316813006556893977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1316813006556893977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-human-hair.html' title='Hair, choc and reunion?'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2900722246722424060</id><published>2009-02-02T22:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:21:26.175+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala... work.</title><content type='html'>Work today was great.  I did well.  I am so happy, at last.  I am more than happy, I'm satisfied.  Management (duh...) tells us a satisfied worker is a productive worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very established, very successful, very accomplished.  I have a job, and that's what matters.  I am in a good position.  Yes, I didn't get the internship I wanted.  Yes, I envy others who got into big, huge accounting firms esp. the big four (damn.. hate all of u).  Yes, I envy those who claimed they are working but seems to be able to "facebooking" while "working". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot complain.  I'm very lucky to have a job when the economy is at it's lowest, when many other people are facing employment difficulty.  I think I'm at a good point.  I have continuous flow of income into my account, just something to keep me secure financially.  I need not depend on my parents.  I have full control of my finances.  I get valuable knowledge and experience and vital problem solving skills.  AND! I learn about all things German and Swiss (the bakery specialises in German and Swiss things).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like this job again.  After so long, to think I almost quit.  I guess it kinda pays off in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2900722246722424060?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2900722246722424060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2900722246722424060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2900722246722424060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2900722246722424060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-today-was-great.html' title='Lala... work.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-644084611040724626</id><published>2009-02-02T10:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:24:34.181+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that tennis is over....</title><content type='html'>I can resume back to my ordinary life.  No more yelling at the TV set anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal won!! Yes!!!  Damn, Federer was very emotional.  He cried when he won, he cried when he loss.  LOL.  I think everyone was abit taken back by that.  But, it was a very good match!!!  There were too many hot shots to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss tennis.  AND.  I didn't go to Melbourne Park during the two weeks of tennis.  Good decision? I think so.  I'm saving up ok?? Besides.. it was too hot (and I was too lazy).  Hope they don't change the venue next year.  But, as long as they continue to broadcast it on Seven, I'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-644084611040724626?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/644084611040724626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=644084611040724626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/644084611040724626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/644084611040724626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-that-tennis-is-over-i-can-resume.html' title='Now that tennis is over....'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3373543794131187164</id><published>2009-02-02T10:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:21:20.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently looking up on autism.  It's quite a strange brain disorder. Some even claimed it as mental illness, not a disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm so interested in autism is because there's this kid named Ian in Roar who is autistic.  Yesterday was first day of the first term of Roar.  Ian have been coming for the past a year or so.  He's quite hyperactive and has to have a one-on-one care.  He doesn't sit still.  He is always moving about, running around, sometimes screaming.  The other kids seems to be very scared of him, thinking he's mad or something.  Yesterday, he "accidentally" bumped into one of the girls and made her cry, I had to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, it is a genetic disorder.  Don't u just hate when problems exist because of ur genes from ur parents.  It's like bad luck really, that by chance u just happen to have one too many chromosomes or not enough to make up a normal child.  If I were him, I would blame my parents.  His parents must have felt very bad to do this to their child.  I kinda felt sorry for them, given that I cannot keep him still for like 5 minutes and they have to face this every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's glad to see him coming to Roar.  God works in miraculous ways.  Maybe it's mend to be, maybe, who knows?? Only God knows.  So, I'm looking up to see how to deal with kids like these.  Btw, Roar yesterday was great.  The yr 2 kids have left and we have got new prep kids.  Some of them were teary and clinging onto their parents.  But, most of them were great when we brought them in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3373543794131187164?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3373543794131187164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3373543794131187164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3373543794131187164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3373543794131187164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-currently-looking-up-on-autism.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6816544553088346768</id><published>2009-02-01T09:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:08:10.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn Serena won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess she deserved it.  She was the better player all through the tournament.  But, still, she have won alot of grand slam title.  Doesn't she feel enough?? satisfied?? But, kudos to Safina.  Maybe next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching tennis is quite motivating.  I am inspired with these players.  They must have worked really hard to get to where they r at.  It kinda strived me to do better.  I want to be like them, successful in their passion, their career.  I want to be good at what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have told me I stressed too much.  I remember my Accounting teacher in Yr 12, Ms. Crooks told me I should slow down, I should take a breath and take things easily.  Even my boss said I stress too much.  So, I took their advice and slowed down.  As a result, I slowed down, and the worst of the worst happen.  To be short, last year was quite disappointing.  I've let myself go and this happen.  I don't think I'm the type to slow down.  I don't think U'll ever see me slow down ever again.  It's my promise to myself never to ever slow down again.  My feet will always be on the pedal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... another men's final with two of the greats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6816544553088346768?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6816544553088346768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6816544553088346768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6816544553088346768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6816544553088346768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-serena-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-521081718935685339</id><published>2009-01-28T22:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:59:34.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambassador program.</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness I logged into monash portal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent a application to Host Scheme Leaders-Volunteer Position as part of the Ambassador program I'm doing this year.  So happy I logged in today coz the closing date is tomorrow!! What luck!!! Actually, I didn't planned to logged into my monash coz I'm so done with logging in due to that exam.  Infact I planned to log in after Febuary.  But, today, my fingers just went clicking into my monash.  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I immediately signed up to it.  I am very excited about this Ambassador program.  It's something I'm really looking forward this year.  I'll be helping out with the new students this year, like the O-week, mid-week social nights, fund-raising events, balls etc.  The one I'm really looking forward to is the professional side of the program.  I get to be involved with professional courses and seminars that are organised by business companies.  It's really a way to get in touch with the corporate world.  Hopefully, I get to score myself an internship by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to getting to know people.  The thing I'm afraid about is juggling everything.  Work, play and school.  But, I'm still very looking forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days left of my FB fasting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-521081718935685339?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/521081718935685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=521081718935685339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/521081718935685339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/521081718935685339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambassador-program.html' title='Ambassador program.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8659404192693912302</id><published>2009-01-27T22:33:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:57:47.561+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am hooked to a Malaysian drama!!! 爱在你左右 or Love is all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hooked!!! I got hooked on last year, no correction, 2 yrs ago (my gosh.. where did time go??), when I went back to Malaysia and the series just started.  It is a really good, for a local drama.  I didnt get to finish watching it coz I have to fly back here, which is a pity!!!  It really blew my socks off because local films are always very lousy.  Actually, I don't know if its Malaysian or Singaporean but whatever, the setting is in KL and some of the actors are Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its better than those Taiwanese dramas coz the story line is super duper good.  Unlike those Taiwanese dramas who always seem to have the same story line.  But, this is different! The starting is quite weird, but still good if u don't think it logically.    I'm watching it on (no, not youtube), but tudou.com!!!  I love the theme song as well!!! It's soooo damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I cried while watching it!! It is THAT GOOD for a local drama!!!!!  It's so romantic, so funny, so sad... all the emotions u could imagine!!! It kinda made me miss Malaysia abit, after all I AM still Malaysian.  It made me proud to be Malaysian and proud to be Chinese as well (coz I understand the drama).  I think I will watch more Chinese language dramas to keep my Chinese intact!! I did not study Chinese and end up forgetting it!! I don't want to go back to Malaysia and not able to speak to my relatives in Chinese, that would be awful, or worst, embarrasing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.. this is going to be a long night coz its super hot right now.  Man... I cannot stand this heat!!! If u ask me whether I prefer 30 degree weather to 10 degree weather? I would prefer 10 degree weather.  And its beyond 30 degrees now.  Hot weather really messes ur head up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8659404192693912302?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8659404192693912302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8659404192693912302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8659404192693912302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8659404192693912302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-hooked-to-malaysian-drama-or-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3719875729533598551</id><published>2009-01-26T21:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:43:54.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>My gosh... temperature this week is beyond 40 degrees.  Worst enough, it's 41 degrees, the hottest day of the week and I am working.  Man... I am not liking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year CNY was better (coz dad's here).  I was in the mood this year. We made peanut cookies, which is how we used to do back home during CNY.  The smell of baked cookies really brought me home.  I remember we used to make choc. cake, almond cookies and frosted cheesecake every single CNY.  So, making peanut cookies was really very memorable.  Dad had CNY music on, u know, those Chinese music where the singers are almost out of tuned, with drums and gongs.  LOL.  It reminded me of how we used to practice singing these CNY music during primary school in music class.  LOL.  I recalled that we used to have a nasty music teacher that would take the shit out of u.  I remember she once warned this kid (who she hated) to not key her car once she's done teaching him/us.   LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY.  I love CNY.  I got angpao this year.  Dad ALMOST forgot to give us.  ALMOST.  I kinda reminded him about it.  LOL.  Celebrating two new years in a year is kinda good.  Apparently, this is my year.  LOL.  I was telling John about CNY and he's like what's that? Yup.  It was fun telling him about my culture and heritage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3719875729533598551?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3719875729533598551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3719875729533598551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3719875729533598551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3719875729533598551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-995780209156486866</id><published>2009-01-22T19:47:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:16:45.122+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Unscripted</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the Office Work to get some pens and books for uni.  Then, helped mum with grocery shopping for our CNY party this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have indian mixed chips for entree, glutinous rice with dried prawns, mushrooms, nuts and chicken, grilled steak (since its Aus. Day as well), Cendol as drinks, but not sure about dessert yet.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother got a job in a florist Warehouse called Roses Only in West Melbourne.  He's working as casual and has work 2 days before VDay.  LOL.  He'll be packing the roses, tying them, making them pretty... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.  What else?  I've been reading random blogs esp. xanga blogs from people I don't know.  It's really fascinating to see other people's life.  I've come across models, dancers, photographers, teens, writers, christian bloggers.  It's actually much more interesting reading about guy's life, and see how they think... etc... I also came across alot of blogs where girls are obsessing about their weight and writing down their calory intake... etc... which is quite an eye opener to me.  Actually its very worrying to me that someone would put image first and reject their health.  The blogs have skinny horrifying pics.  I cannot believe how someone would even WANT to look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its nice to read.  I haven't come across any Accountant blogs YET!! LOL.  Would be interesting to read those ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to blog about yesterday's exam.  It was alright, quite easy than I thought.  I was soooo freaking tired after the exam!!! I've never felt that tired ever esp. during hols.  I guess it's good preparation once work starts which is Sat and I have to work freaking 9 hrs!!!  Then, I went to sleep at around 9.  OMGosh, someone's phone went off in the middle of the exam.  Man... so bad luck!! Coz u get fine $6oo if ur phone goes off.  LOL.  That's why I was so phobia of bringing my phone to exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-995780209156486866?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/995780209156486866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=995780209156486866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/995780209156486866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/995780209156486866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-went-to-office-work-to-get-some.html' title='Unscripted'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8323945226478808415</id><published>2009-01-20T18:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:25:57.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad went to the hospital.  It wasn't an emergency, just a routine check-up of his blood pressure and heart check-up.  He came back with a blood pressure meter strap around his waist.  I'm abit worried about everything.  Dad has been complaining about heart problems lately.  He's have had blood pressure problems and arthritis problems.  But, its good that dad is starting going for check-ups and keeping close eye on his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday is CNY, which coincides with Australia Day!!! I get a day off work which makes me a happy person.  But, really, I'm not in the mood.  I didn't even go dress shopping for CNY!!! And no "house hopping".  We're having a party at home which is why I am so happy I don't have to work.  GIVE ME ANGPAO TO SHUT ME UP!!!  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my sunnies today.  Yeah.  Another scorching day, with the mercury reaching 40 degrees.  Thank God its cooler tmrw coz my exam is tmrw, and I cannot imagine how I'm going to think if its as hot as today. But, fingers crossed.  I will get HD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8323945226478808415?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8323945226478808415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8323945226478808415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8323945226478808415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8323945226478808415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/dad-went-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-9122146801407389490</id><published>2009-01-18T18:11:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:54:20.086+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Money.</title><content type='html'>I found a 100 dollar note in my drawer!!! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the thing.  I keep dollar notes in my drawer coz I'm too lazy to bank in to my account and my mum nags me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You won't be getting any interest if u don't bank in ur money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep piling my drawer with unnecessary stuff like files, books, text books, pens, paper etc and my money gets hidden in the pile.  How diligent!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I found a 100 dollar note.  Initially, I tot I only had one 100 dollar note in my drawer but turns out I have two!!!!! So, yeah.  Really had a wow moment.  I love green notes!!!          What's more exciting is as of last year, I've managed to save 3000 dollars.  I am very proud of myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saving up for something!! It's end-of-year OCF 50th convention which is (u won't guess) in Malacca or Melaka (how ever u wish to call it)!!!!  My brother said it would be the most expensive convention ever, but considering the exchange rate is it?? And living expenses in Malaysia is so low compared to here.  3 dollar meal, possibly less.  I really hope the Aussie dollar will go up soon, please go up, so I can get more ringgit for an AUD.  I'm also saving coz I'm sponsoring a child and my brother tells me OCF are planning every CG to sponsor a child so I'm saving up for that as well.  As well as textbooks and transport tickets and not to mention maybe something for the future like a car or moving out after graduation (just a thought). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised not to spend anymore until I start working which starts next week.  And cudos for me for resisting temptation to spend during end-of-year sales!!!!! :) U have no idea how hard it was!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-9122146801407389490?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/9122146801407389490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=9122146801407389490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/9122146801407389490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/9122146801407389490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/money.html' title='Money.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-511721853348904333</id><published>2009-01-16T19:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:14:40.618+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___.I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, ___13___, -The name of the person that tagged you-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear? (How embarrassing)&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV? (Geez... no Prison Break!!!!!! WHY?)&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt; (Top Model will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt; (ST! First and last name!!)&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt; (Hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink? (What? No Coffee??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt; (Water will have to do) &lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go and drown urself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite activities when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks - Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;Foosball - Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Shopping - French kisser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulging for food - Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;Movies - Smelly armpits&lt;br /&gt;Snacks - Horny wolf&lt;br /&gt;Snooker - Tiny nipples&lt;br /&gt;Bowling - Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor activities - Vain pot&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk - Nose plucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking pictures - Dumb bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sonia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your dwarf bit me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I saw you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;middle-class &lt;/span&gt;enough to understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you but I'll keep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;as a memory. You should also know that I&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our friendship&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go and drown yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Sal. &lt;br /&gt;P/S : You're so lifeless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumb bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm... interesting.  I didn't mean that btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-511721853348904333?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/511721853348904333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=511721853348904333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/511721853348904333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/511721853348904333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-you-do-letter-meme-dear-last-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5757106294435032433</id><published>2009-01-14T18:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:21:50.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Special mail</title><content type='html'>My gosh... this two days have been extremely hot.  Sweltering heat around 38/39 degrees.  But to my disbelieve, I managed to SLEEP BETTER last night, which is very very unusual, since the whole room was freaking stuffy and hot.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a very special mail today.  Really made my day.  I got a gift from my cousin back in Malaysia, it was a white, leather Vincci purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting anything extravagant like a Vincci purse but she told me its not that expensive.  I really like it!! I think that's the only branded thing I have.  Oh wait, after the Santa Barbara bag my aunt gave me, the purse is the 2nd thing that is branded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very touched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, better study or I'll regret it, one regret is enough to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my FB fasting is going well.  I'm currently reading through 2nd Timothy.  I started reading from Philippians.  I know, its a very weird place to start.  It's because last BS (Bible Study), we focused on the book of Philippians.  We studied the whole book for the whole 2nd semester.  So, I figured that I might continue from there.  I love reading the Bible, it really is very motivating.  This quiet time really is a way to forget about my hectic, spiraling life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5757106294435032433?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5757106294435032433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5757106294435032433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5757106294435032433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5757106294435032433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-mail.html' title='Special mail'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3872746820502271062</id><published>2009-01-12T10:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:45:36.515+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Princesses</title><content type='html'>I love this cartoon show!!!!!  Sea Princesses!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hbnbom5kKcI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hbnbom5kKcI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every week day at 9.30 just to catch this show!!! I even put my alarm to 9.30 just so I don't miss it.  It's sooo adorable and cute.  I like their costumes and and how their headgear coincides with the type of fish they are.  The stories are soooo creative!  Too bad youtube doesn't have it in an English version.  What a pity!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3872746820502271062?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3872746820502271062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3872746820502271062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3872746820502271062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3872746820502271062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/sea-princesses.html' title='Sea Princesses'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2907067593858296534</id><published>2009-01-12T10:30:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:57:25.509+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this song!!! It's very sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The video could be better tho.  I think it was not shot in the same place and the two should have met up in the end.   And camera angles is a problem, they should not have too many upward shots of Jason but more straight shots to give a clear, perfect shot of Jason's face.  I think he looks very fine in suit.  But the two voices work perfectly together.   &lt;h3 style="font-family: arial;" class="my_h"&gt;Jason Mraz Feat. Colbie Caillat - Lucky&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqmWLkQ_oFY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqmWLkQ_oFY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LYRICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2907067593858296534?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2907067593858296534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8340194605109692623</id><published>2009-01-11T23:05:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:36:18.275+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies!!</title><content type='html'>I made Brownies the other day.  It turn out quite alright.  My brother said its quite bitter tho, but I kinda like it bitter.  I hate awfully sweet things which taste quite gross over time.  That's why I never buy brownies from shops coz they are always very sweet. I dunno why the shops make them VERY sweet, firstly,  customers (ie me) hate the sweetness, secondly, the shops saved ALOT (by cutting down on sugar) and thirdly, it is cheaper for customers and in turn generate sales!!  This goes for all the cakes and dessert as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mine turned out just right.    It really comes down to ur own personal taste!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup caster sugar.  (For sweet tooth people, add sugar according to personal taste)&lt;br /&gt;250g melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup plain flour.&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoon of cocoa (I would suggest cutting it if u want it to be less bitter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, mix the caster sugar and melted butter in a bowl.  Then, put in the eggs, one at a time, while mixing at the same time.  Fold the flour and cocoa.  Make sure u sieve them to get rid of chunky bits.  Mix all the ingredients together thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line a flat thin with baking paper.  Make sure u spread the mixture evenly with a 1cm thickness.  Baked in a 180 degree oven for 20-25 minutes or until cook.  It might still look bubbly after 25 minutes but don't worry, the butter will harden once cooled.  It depends whether u like ur brownie rock solid or gooey soft.  I like mine rock solid.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For variations, I would recommend adding choc chips, smarties, or for something exotic, maybe some nuts like walnut, almond or my fave pistachio (altho quite pricey) or dried fruits like apricot or sultanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!! Next project, butter cookies, kaya spread or choc mousse (still waiting on mum to buy a whisk!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8340194605109692623?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8340194605109692623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8340194605109692623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8340194605109692623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8340194605109692623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/brownies.html' title='Brownies!!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5372574342247949585</id><published>2009-01-09T16:43:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:16:05.745+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward look-alike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I reckon Giles Simon looks like the guy who played Edward Cullen.  That guy... what's his name?? Rob something?? That's right Robert Patterson. (such a gay name I have to admit, would be a sin to name someone Robert.  But Thank God he's cute) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am currently searching for a decent pic of Giles Simon.  It's quite hard because tennis players NEVER EVER smile on the court.  And when they do, the cameras fail to catch him.  But, really, he looks exactly like that Robert Patterson guy.  I was watching Hopman's Cup in Perth and came across Giles Simon playing a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression: geez...he's cute. 2nd time: He looks familiar.  3rd time: He looks awfully familiar!!! Where have I seen him before??? After 3 days of watching him on telly, something click, oh yeah... Edward Cullen.  That's it!!! Or more like the actor that plays Edward Cullen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still searching for a pic.  Okay... I cannot find a smiley pic of him.  So, I'll put up a serious face of Simon.  AND! I have a serious face of "Edward Cullen".  Seriously, it is eerie, they look very alike!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still looking for it.  =_=.  Please feel free to google.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SWnvcORAW4I/AAAAAAAAALk/6zaxwFuHhYc/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SWnvcORAW4I/AAAAAAAAALk/6zaxwFuHhYc/s320/340x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290022505468156802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SWnub5-PXoI/AAAAAAAAALc/YoRcHiZ5DUk/s1600-h/250px-EdwardCullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SWnub5-PXoI/AAAAAAAAALc/YoRcHiZ5DUk/s320/250px-EdwardCullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021400509111938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alike? Yes?? I bet if they switch careers, no one would even have a clue, appearance wise I mean.  I personally think Simon is cuter (coz Edward's photo is photoshop!!!) coz he's french and kicks ass on tennis courts!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Man.. that took me a long time, that's why my blog is photoless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5372574342247949585?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5372574342247949585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5372574342247949585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5372574342247949585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5372574342247949585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-reckon-giles-simon-looks-like-guy-who.html' title='Edward look-alike.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SWnvcORAW4I/AAAAAAAAALk/6zaxwFuHhYc/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-642688169746611847</id><published>2009-01-09T11:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:27:37.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alright.  I will be starting fasting Facebook today for the next 21 days.  It's part of the ROAR fasting together thing before the first semester for 09 starts end of this month.  I will be successful this time.  I will not go astray this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I hate Fox fm's "Ball's in Your Court" on air competition.  Everytime I listen to someone getting FREE DOUBLE ground pass to Aus. Open, I cringe!! I so desperately want a free ticket!!  But, nevertheless, its ONLY ground pass, not to matches.  I'm going with my brother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Management exam.  It feels so pathetic that I still have exams DURING HOLIDAYS!!! Argh.. all mum's fault for making me sick during exam period!!!  I'm still logging into my monash portal and BLACKBOARD!!!  I might be the ONLY one who still logs into my monash during hols.  I should get an award of it!!  But, my goal this year is to get Ds the least.  I am not aiming for HDs.  HDs is good I won't lie, but Ds is alright standard for me, besides who checks ur results (other than ur parents..geez) to see how many HDs u have.  It's not like u have results written all over ur face.  This is what everyone keep saying on results day: "meh, I passed, and I didn't even study.  Cheh!!".  So, why go through all the trouble to get HDs when Ds is good enough to get u off the line??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on my sunnies.  The OPSM people said that the frame they receive was faulty and was waiting for the replacement.  I still owe mum 20 bucks tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-642688169746611847?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/642688169746611847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=642688169746611847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/642688169746611847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/642688169746611847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright.html' title='Just felt like blogging'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2456692160471543605</id><published>2009-01-03T20:35:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:25:34.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>08.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alright since I have nothing to do until 9, I will blog about 08.  I didn't want to blog about 08 since there are some things I rather not recall, but, I will still summarize 08 (not like anyone is reading yes???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uni&lt;/span&gt;.  Uni wasn't a huge change, it wasn't interesting too.  At first, I was all excited but bleh its still somehow not very different to highschool.  Really!! I got to know HEAPS of people but I gain some close friendship, not acquaintance, but true friendship, like highschool where I only had (and still have) the bunch of people I hang around.  It's funny, if I bump into someone from my yr level, I will immediately recognise that he/she is in my yr level and in the buseco faculty but I wouldn't know their name or wouldn't even know them personally (if that makes sense).  Lecture hall is really the place to see these familiar faces over and over again.  But, u don't get the chance to personally do the whole introduction, hi how r u thing and get to know them until u have the same tute classes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My achievements had some ups and downs.  First semester, I was cruising.  My grades were unbelievable.  Exams were easy as,  Second semester, it was the opposite, my grades dropped horrendously(okay maybe not), but I wasn't doing my best.  Last minute work, not showing up to tuts and lectures and late nights studying for exams.  I was struggling in every corner.  Exams suddenly turned hard for me.  It wasn't good enough to get me off the line.  I started to self-doubt myself, whether I'm capable, whether this course is what I wanted.  I could have done better, I could have put more effort but my ego from first semester took over.  There was definitely a stressful period where I broke down and cried.  It was definitely a depressing period for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walk with God was another thing.  First semester, I felt lost, I really felt lost.  I guess life was too good that I seem to let myself go.  There was nothing I had to worry about.  It felt like I didn't need God (I know a sad thing to say).  I wasn't listening, paying attention to God.  Church seems like a ritual to me and I was house searching for a LG that I can connect with but none of them seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come second semester, I joined OCF.  It was quite intimidating actually.  The first time, I walked into a prayer meeting with my brother.  Gosh... I mean can't blame me, first timer for feeling intimidated.  But as they were praying, weird enough, the atmosphere was all too familiar to me, I know this feeling, this feeling when u sense something strong in the midst.  Regardless not knowing any of these people, I actually felt safe and secure.  OCF has brought me to a higher level, OCF was a place that I instanly felt connected.  I started going every week with my brother.  My brother made everything feel less intimidating.  I started joining the BS (Bible study) with my group Smoky Sinai where I learn ALOT.  I even helped out with E-night and Thanksgiving night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe at these OCFers.  These people have so much faith, and so much love for God.  At first, I wasn't too keen on joining OCF because to me it's just a student organisation.  I wanted to connect with a group that can help me to grow, I was looking for something with connection to a CHURCH but as I said, I was wrong enough.  I couldn't find a place that I feel comfortable until OCF.  OCFers are unbelivably dedicated to God, the way they pray, express, worship God open my eyes to see how much I have been missing out on.  I was spending more quiet time with God.  I fasted for the very first time!!!  I sponsored a child too!!!   I prayed to God frequently.  The thing I find amazing is the strong bond between all OCFers and how they can just share and talk about life towards each other.  I still find it hard to open up (even to my close friends and family) about life, my issues, my problems etc... I hope to be able to open up my feelings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first job.  There are ups and downs about the job.  But, this experience is one of value to me.  I certainly got "richer" and I know a great knowledge about German and Swiss cakes, breads and buns.  Somehow, this experience made me tougher as a person and my confidence grew.  I was able to do problem solving and I learn to be quick thinking.  It was definitely an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, dad came to live with us in the second half of the yr which was a thrill to me.  After a yr living in M'sia, I was grateful to have dad living here again.  I remember how I cried the day dad left.  Dad immediately got a job at Taylors which was a blessing to the family.  My brothers are still the same.  We spent heaps more time together as a family.  We had more trips once dad got here.  The family was more discipline, in terms of my brothers are more well behave with dad here.  Mum cried less, oh... those days were hell but with dad here at least mum got some closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else.. love life?? I GOT A BOYFRIEND.  LOL.  U're waiting for me to say that aren't u?? LOL.  No... It's still the same as usual. But, one day... one day... u wait!!!  I'm still catching up with my girlfriends and having lots of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... 08 was not too bad. I definitely grown ALOT.  There are certainty some "what if" moments and "oh well'' moments, disappointment and regrets.  But, I think I lived it to my best potential.  I took every opportunity I could possibly get.  08 was a success, given some of my failure, it still is a success!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2456692160471543605?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2456692160471543605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2456692160471543605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2456692160471543605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2456692160471543605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-since-i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title='08.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1829091103139939994</id><published>2009-01-03T13:13:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:32:21.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday I had the happiest dream.  I dreamed of my cousins back in Malaysia and I dreamed of my late aunt.  How weird.  How very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that they came to see me at work and I was really happy to see them.  I still remember I first hugged Hui Lyn and then hugged my aunt.  It was the best feeling ever eventho I was just dreaming.  LOL.  Then, someone (I cannot remember exactlywho) said Hui Yung's shirt would fit u 10 yrs ago.  I was like WTH and ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy to see them.  Speaking of which, my cousin Ah Onn is getting married today, right this minute I'm typing this.  I love weddings... esp. the Chinese tradition where the groom has to go to the bride's place to bring her to his place and the groom has to go through a few "obstacles" to reach his bride-to-be.  And sometimes these "obstacles" are quite cruel and red packets are involved.  LOL.  So glad I would be doing that, my groom will tho.  LOL. Then the whole drinking tea ceremony, which I think is quite boring, no one really pays attention to that.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats.  I love weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1829091103139939994?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1829091103139939994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1829091103139939994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1829091103139939994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1829091103139939994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-4.html' title='Dreams #4'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6531972031527999338</id><published>2009-01-02T21:18:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:32:00.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Custard tarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I baked some custard tarts today.  Initially, it was just meant to be custard just for dipping and stuff then mum suggested to get those tart shells from Safeway.  So, ended up with custard TART.  I LOVE CUSTARD TART!!!  I love love them.  Those ones I baked were quite alright, could have cut backed on the sugar content tho, but taste a WHOLE LOT better with the tart shells.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum joked that I should study culinary skills in tafe instead since I like cooking so much.  U will not believe how I started the idea of cooking custard tarts.  I watched the Ready Steady Cook show and they were making custard tarts which somehow "inspired" me.  LOL.  I wanted to make it since ages ago given my love for custard tarts so making them my own would be a great way to save up cash and fullfilling any cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I hate u now mum (in a good way) for putting that thought in my head.  Maybe I should... since studying for Accounting is so DAMN BLOODY HARD, uni exams is one, CPA is GUT WRENCHING  u could just cry and the profession itself is MIND-BLOWING.  But, too late now... we'll see in the future once I get sick of accounting.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Happy 09.  Next blog will be my reflection of 08, wasn't going to blog about 08 since there's some things I rather not recall.  But wth.  09, there's things I look forward to and things I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.  Bring on 09!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6531972031527999338?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6531972031527999338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6531972031527999338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6531972031527999338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6531972031527999338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2009/01/custard-tarts.html' title='Custard tarts'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-9088534408972136271</id><published>2008-12-29T20:21:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:06:36.444+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with the girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today was out with the girls at Glen Waverley.  Man... I am getting sick of Glen Waverley.  I do my errands there  we catch up there, family lunch isalways there, mum always do shopping there, I do everything there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Viet lunch was superb. Except for the fact Cat found a hair in her vermicelli beef noodles .  The meal was free and Cat got a free dessert.  Bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t my tomato rice and crispy chicken was very very tasty.  Very decent price with decent size portion.  The service was excellent too.  The waiters were always smiling and saying "Thank You" and "Good Bye" when we left which was unusual for an Asian hospitality.  Despite the hair, I'm definitely taking the family there.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda thought that next time we go or to any restaurant, we'll just chuck out random numbers (coz the menu's in numbers) and see what we got.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as we were leaving, we bumped into Sean.  He said Hi and I said Hi back.  He has changed alot.  He looked quite different.  He looked more buff and looked taller.  LOL.  Too much gyming eh????? Then me and Alka joked about it and how I USED to have a crush on him back in highschool.  It was good to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had ice cream!!! I-scream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I wish I could go to the NYE party that Sars, Cat and her bf are going.  But, given the circumstances that my parents will definitely object, I decided not to go.  I really want to go, I really want to go to a decent party, count-down with my friends, meet new people, go to the after party at the beach and camp there under the stars with my friends and waking up on the beach maybe in time for sunrise, followed with a seaside breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I kidding, they are sure to give me a big fat no and I'm not the kind that will sneak out and put pillows under my covers to hide my sneaking out.  My mum is sure to say this: "You know what they do, get drunk, get more drunk, get into fights, get glassed and get injured, u don't want ur future to get ruin do u??????" or " Ur drink will be spiked or u'll get drugged" or "For what u want to stay up till late, not like u're going to meet anyone decent enough for u!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-9088534408972136271?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/9088534408972136271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=9088534408972136271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/9088534408972136271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/9088534408972136271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-out-with-girls.html' title='Day out with the girls.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8659038372753978024</id><published>2008-12-29T11:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:12:26.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I want a ticket to the Aus Open &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very very badly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ground pass would be fine, a ticket to a match would be fabulous, a ticket to the men's final would be my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to ask Santa?? or maybe the NY wishing star would bring me a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wishes, I watched a really romantic rom-com (romantic comedy) on Christmas day.  It was really touching.  It's called boyfriend for Christmas.  It's about a girl who wished for a boyfriend at 13 and then got her wish 20 yrs later.  It is super touching.  The way the guy just turned up out of no where.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tix to Aus Open!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8659038372753978024?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8659038372753978024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8659038372753978024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8659038372753978024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8659038372753978024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-ticket-to-aus-open-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2957717948627890381</id><published>2008-12-26T21:40:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:06:55.251+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Christmas doesn't feel like christmas this year.  I don't know why, it just doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a small, simple Christmas lunch with the family at home.  Just awesome, simple home cooked meal of pasta, tuna and lots of sweet and spicy sauce (how asian!), followed with Sara Lee Choc Cheesecake.  YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, but nice. Then, we had a look at our Tassie pics, how we laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day sale.  WAS HORRENDOUS!! It was packed of people, bombarded at every angle.  But still, I managed to get sunnies from OPSM.  I also got new bed linen sheets, time to chuck out the old, dirty, smelly one. Eww.. yeah eww... HAHAHA.  Speaking of which, I have to go for an eye test tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... U know what I wish?? To spend a week at home, DOING NOTHING.  I've been out and about almost everyday since hols start. Like none stop out of the house every single day.  I just want to chill, relax, and do absolutely nothing.  I need to take advantage of this one month break from work and this another 2 months till uni starts to "conserve" my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I cannot wait for this year to end, officially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2957717948627890381?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2957717948627890381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2957717948627890381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2957717948627890381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2957717948627890381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-382449063451774340</id><published>2008-12-23T16:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:10:22.027+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm back from Tassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is very oily (yes, I showered but without shampoo).  I've never eaten so much junk in my life and never took so many photos in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, too many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N0, I'm not uploading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.. I'm not in the Christmas spirit.  I still have unfinished business from 2008.  Stupid.  Unfinished.  Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-382449063451774340?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/382449063451774340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=382449063451774340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/382449063451774340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/382449063451774340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-from-tassie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-1435024684791460917</id><published>2008-12-14T21:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:12:05.393+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary things'/><title type='text'>Freaky health scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I had a health scare last night.  Okay technically, early this morning around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to sleep quite early at around 10.30.  Around 1am, I suddenly woke up finding it very hard to breathe.  It was very very scary.  My heart was pumping really fast and my breathing could not keep up with my fast pumping heart. I was really scared.  I seriously thought I was going to die.  Serious, no kidding.  It was like there wasn't enough oxygen to keep my heart pumping.   It was like I wasn't even breathing, like I stopped breathing and my heart was pumping like mad to get oxygen to the whole body.  Then, I remember from studying science in high school that a person would die if not breathing for around 3 minutes.  I panic like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I tot I'm having a heart attack.  But, yeah.  I told my brother and he gave me some tea to drink.  But, no. My heart was still beating very fast.  My legs were shaking really badly.  Some scenarios were playing in my mind.  I wanted to tell my parents, I wanted to go to the hospital.  I can sooo see me being admitted into the ER and being put into an oxygen mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow things just went back to normal.  My parents freaked out the next morning when my brother told them how I couldn't breathe.  Like really really freak out.  My dad's expression was priceless.  Dad wanted to bring me for a check up but I just didn't want to burden them coz check ups cost a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  That's why I stop eating junk anymore and more fruits and veg.  And no coffee.  Man, it really freak me out, really.  Also, I realised something that I don't want to die.  Sounds idiotic, but I realised I have alot to live for, and I realised my life is not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-1435024684791460917?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/1435024684791460917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=1435024684791460917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1435024684791460917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/1435024684791460917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-health-scare-last-night.html' title='Freaky health scare'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-8456438623561810062</id><published>2008-12-08T10:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:03:01.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate work now.  I am sooo in holiday mood now.  Damn.  So demotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad for the Tassie trip the week before Chrissy.  I don't have to work and get to go sight-seeing on a place that is long forgotten in Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, whenever I think of Australia, or look at the map of Australia, I think of all the other states except this little island called Tasmania.  I see the Tasmanian island as not a state but part of Victoria.  LOL.  Yeah, so that's where the whole family is going.  I heard its the Australian version of New Zealand.  The landscape, town, places etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun.  Finally get to escape work.  I have to work on Christmas Eve.  But on a lighter note, I get to get all the leftovers on Christmas Eve, all the cakes, pies, breads, biscuits that are not sold coz we're going away for a month.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-8456438623561810062?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/8456438623561810062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=8456438623561810062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8456438623561810062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/8456438623561810062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-work-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5353819207598933635</id><published>2008-12-07T21:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:03:22.213+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failure doesn't come easy.  Failure is common in life.  What else, if not failure?? It's part of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as it seems.  Maybe, maybe not.  Sometimes I cannot do this anymore.  I really cannot.  I could simply just forget about it.  Easier option.  But, no.  No.  NO.  It's just something that I WANT!  And I want it even more now.  Sometimes... other times, its pure denial.  But isn't it the same?? No. One is dealing with it but with a forceful, unwilling mindset; the latter is not dealing with it but being quite peaceful inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where I am.  I supposed I'm the latter, taking it as it comes.  This is my dream, has been my dream, and always has been.  The dream I'm talking about u ask?? It's my dream to be an accountant.  It may seem like a distance dream but no, its all in my palms.  I have let it slipped once, and I will never let it slipped again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus, Sally, focus.  U cannot, repeat, must not, give up.  Dreams like these are worth it at the end of the tunnel.  Don't lose focus.  I know its hard, but what dream isn't??? I would love to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no shortcut to a dream ~~~ Britannia High. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5353819207598933635?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5353819207598933635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5353819207598933635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5353819207598933635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5353819207598933635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/failure-doesnt-come-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6646344347605989336</id><published>2008-12-07T15:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:44:39.910+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The&quot; period'/><title type='text'>Cramness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Church today was very very torturing.  Not because it was boring, nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, I wasn't feeling very well.  I've got stomach cram, dizziness, wobbly legs, sore back and neck, moody thoughts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Seriously, my legs felt very very very sore, I was very tempted to sit through the whole praise and worship.  Even sitting down with crossed legs is a pain.  The pain is killing.  Very killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work, my back and neck was sooo sore I swear my neck would break.  I need a massage asap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, "THE" symptoms of "THE" illness that comes every once in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I just couldn't concentrate.  The music was playing, my mind was else where.  The funny thing was I wasn't even thinking of anything.  My mind was just drifting off.  But, yeah, it was torturing, just sitting there with sore back, neck and legs and to top it off, stomach cram, which to me is the worst of the worst.  Every sec, I felt the need to go to the toilet.  But I know my brain is playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thought I got food poisoning.  Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1.  6 days to go.  No, wait, make it 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6646344347605989336?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6646344347605989336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6646344347605989336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6646344347605989336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6646344347605989336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/cramness.html' title='Cramness'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-7468303262075239315</id><published>2008-12-03T09:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:54:22.236+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>New clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I need to shop.  I need new clothes.  I need to get rid of my old clothes, mind you I still have stuff dated back to 5 yrs ago.  I know.  Very sad.  I need new clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the thing is I hate shopping.  I never go shopping just for the sake and satisfaction of shopping.  In fact, I don't find shopping very satisfying.  It's very mind draining, requires a lot of energy esp shopping of clothes, constantly going into the change room, swapping sizes, making decisions.  LOL.  Maybe I need a P.A.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only shop when I need to.  This time I NEED to shop.  I'm turning 20 nt year, or to be exact, 3 mths to 20!! I cannot wait to turn 20!!! It's just going to be another milestone as I look back to the past 20 yrs.  I don't see 20 as old.  It's completely absurd to think 20 is old.  C'mon, turning 20 is the most exciting thing ever!!! If 20 is old, what is 50 then??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I need new clothes.  Time to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-7468303262075239315?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/7468303262075239315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=7468303262075239315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7468303262075239315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/7468303262075239315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-clothes.html' title='New clothes'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3469822979519901746</id><published>2008-12-02T22:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:32:04.465+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sometimes look at Generation Tech and squint my eyes at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Epic Youth which is for high school teenages.  I don't often go but because I'm free on that Friday, I went.  Actually, my bro trick me to go, he said something special is on, but no, it was a lie.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I found the kids there were trying to "act cool".  It was real obvious.  Especially the guys, they were walking around in "packs" and with their oversize hoodies, and baggy jeans with their hands in their pockets and their "cool walk" and quirky handshake.  I was like... okay... that is quite cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or I'm losing touch with "young" people.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND everytime I was walking to work, I always bump into school kids along the way since its when school ends.  The kids are very energetic and they swear uncontrollably which is very annoying as a bystander.  The weird thing is the gap between the girls and the boys.  Through my observation (how thesis like), the girls were often found mocking the boys and the boys were acting like jerks and mocking the girls back.  They yell at each other, curse each other.  How interesting... this kind of behavious is totally intentional by both parties.  Adolescence... something I would hate to go through again.  Discovering the opposite sex, how do u react?? But to pretend to hate them and let them know u hate them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, something does happen between 4 and 20.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3469822979519901746?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3469822979519901746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3469822979519901746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3469822979519901746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3469822979519901746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-sometimes-look-at-generation-tech-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-3456863545471185233</id><published>2008-12-01T21:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:01:55.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Onions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate spring onions, not period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared Singapore noodles for myself since I'm the only one at home.  So, here I am adding whatever I found in the fridge.  There's cabbage, yesterday's curry chicken, fried pork from 2 days ago and a stalk of wrinkly spring onion.  So, I put everything in my noodles thing.  AND! I couldn't find the pepper.  Grr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would taste better if not of the spring onion.  The rest of the day, my throat was freaking dry and I had to drink heaps and heaps of water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dunno why.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I had to work in the arvo, and talking was a pain.  But spring onion makes my throat dry.  Anyone else have this experience?? Ah wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of summer!!!!!! YAY!!!!!  I love summer!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-3456863545471185233?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/3456863545471185233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=3456863545471185233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3456863545471185233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/3456863545471185233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/12/spring-onions.html' title='Spring Onions.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5405523077127215967</id><published>2008-11-30T22:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:42:59.779+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamentations of a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argh'/><title type='text'>Beware angry post ahead.  Read at own risk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE HIM!!!!!!! I FKN HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS SUCH A FKN JERK!!!!!!! HE IS A REAL D/H!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the stupid baker that I have to work with every single time.  He is soooo irritating!!!!! Argh.. he is the Kyle Sandilands in our work place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at everything I do, corrects me EVERY SINGLE FKN TIME.  He thinks I'm not capable.  He questions me everytime!!!! AND!!!!!! AND!!! The thing that makes me soooo mad is that he tells my boss that I am not very capable YET!! And I found out it was his idea to make me put the trainee badge.  He told me last Sat, that I should have a trainee badge because I dunno how to describe the cakes to the customers.  I feel like screaming at him, but instead I just smile, nodded and walk away.  He tells my boss I'm not quite ready yet, and said I should be still a fkn "trainee".  The thing is he is not even the owner of this shop.  Like wth.  This is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh... I hate u enough to hate u more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm brushing up on my knowledge.  Logging into the shop website to check on the products, esp. the cakes, jotting down everything.  I'm going to so kill it.  I have had enough of this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMGosh, u guys should know this.  Another thing that kills me is that he ALWAYS expect customers to come in and BUY STUFF.  Obviously, he doesn't have an Asian mindset (Asians look/observe/research to find a better product before they spend cash on it).  So, whenever a customer was just looking at things, he makes a huge fuss when customers walk out not buying anything.  He makes it look like IT WAS MY FAULT that customers are not, quote, "contributing to sales". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U tell me how I go through this every single day I'm at work.  How?? I AM SO PISS every single time.  BUT, I try not to let this effect me.  Is it just me?? or is he just picking on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5405523077127215967?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5405523077127215967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5405523077127215967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5405523077127215967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5405523077127215967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/beware-angry-post-ahead-read-at-own.html' title='Beware angry post ahead.  Read at own risk!!'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-43473553841237278</id><published>2008-11-27T16:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:56:38.174+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdos'/><title type='text'>Dreams #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a weird dream last night.  It was not creepy, not scary, just a weird one.  That's why I woke up quite early and couldn't sleep after.  I was thinking about that dream which is very weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about bathrooms again.  My gosh... I don't know why.  And then I dreamed that I'm going out with someone I know (no, I'm not telling).  And it was very weird.  Then there's this GB/BB thing, I don't exactly remember what to do with GB/BB but I only remember seeing their uniform, possibly a parade or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I remember.  The funny thing is the guy that I was going out with (in my dream) is the guy that I have a little crush on.  LOL.  I was waking up feeling somewhat happy coz I wasn't aware it was a dream.  So, I tot we were really going out in real life but it was a dream after all.  Then, I lay in bed thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I can tell "we" were happily in love but yeah, don't think its possible.  But yeah.  I love these sorts of dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-43473553841237278?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/43473553841237278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=43473553841237278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/43473553841237278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/43473553841237278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams-3.html' title='Dreams #3'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5329917211415804938</id><published>2008-11-25T23:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:06:01.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I l&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ove listening to love songs dedication on Mix 101.1.  LOL.  Call me old school, I just LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the classic love songs that I love but also listening to others share about their love story, be it sad or happy ones, it's just so fascinating and interesting to get an insight of others love journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go awwww at how others express their love for the other half and *sigh* at break-ups/relationship breakdown/divorce/separation etc.  Sometimes I kinda wonder if this dedication thing actually works as in if the other person that u're making the dedication is really receiving the dedication coz it would be pure pointless if a dedication was made yet wasn't heard by the other person.  Sometimes they just say names like David, Jane, Matt, Sarah etc and I wonder if that particular person is aware which David it is or which Sarah it is.  So far, I've have not stumble upon a dedication for Sally.  Serious, after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; religiously listening to the show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its like no, not one YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sometimes I come across guys talking about their "boyfriend" or girls talking about their "girlfriend".  I admit I do get a hit in the head that these types of "relationship" exist.  I'm not against "them" but sometimes its quite hard to believe that these people would be talking about their relationship so casually and so freely, for everyone to know.  When I hear a guy talking about his "boyfriend", mentioning "he"/"him" instead of "her"/"she" I wonder if that is a guy or just a girl who sounds like a guy.  But... I'm not here to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs dedication... I go to sleep listening to that.  It makes me feel so peaceful.  Nothing better than a few romantic songs and sweet tune to end my day. Every time, it does remind me of all the crushes I had in the past.  All the crushes that are worth loving and all those that just makes me feel like a fool.  It kinda make me think of how their lives have evolve, what are they on to now, their present relationship etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this phrase, which is the catch phrase for love songs dedication.  It goes like this : "The one that is hardest to say it to is the one that needs to hear it most".  Something along that line... oh how I *sigh* everytime I hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5329917211415804938?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5329917211415804938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5329917211415804938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5329917211415804938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5329917211415804938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-songs-dedication.html' title='Love songs dedication'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-5762390124686816145</id><published>2008-11-25T20:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:59:21.588+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.ove'/><title type='text'>Oh Me Oh My</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love this song!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4zAeXphxLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4zAeXphxLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tina Arena is superb.  The song is called Oh Me Oh My.  I simply love it.  Her voice is sooooo sweet yet powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this song on The Today Show and was simply blown away by the song.  Imagine, half asleep on the couch, swallowing spoons full of oats down my throat and suddenly hear her sing this oh so beautiful song.  I had a wow moment.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the starting where she starts slow.  Quite romantic with the background strings and wind instrument playing.  I can so imagine two strangers in a formal setting, more like a ball room or a mutual friend's wedding.  The guy in bold tux and girl in pretty, elegant dress and the guy asking to have this dance and they dance the night away, feeling at awe with each other as they held hands and stare into each others eyes.  Dazzling lights, solid pearly floor, chandeliers, flowers as both of them are absorb in the moment, smiling at the same time as both of them knew something big is about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but smile whenever the song is playing.  How I wish for that moment one day.  But, I will continue to listen to the song and imagine, dream and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. please.. a girl can dream okay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-5762390124686816145?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/5762390124686816145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=5762390124686816145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5762390124686816145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/5762390124686816145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-song.html' title='Oh Me Oh My'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-6413118228609722824</id><published>2008-11-25T18:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:41:07.299+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I finally got this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SSuq5hAJi7I/AAAAAAAAALU/7lGxE84Tr5U/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SSuq5hAJi7I/AAAAAAAAALU/7lGxE84Tr5U/s320/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272495693855558578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SE 530i!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love!!!!! It's the best phone ever!!!! It's slick and slim!!! I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit trouble getting it.  I went to Glen 3 branch but they said its out of stock.  So, went over to all phones and they are also out of stock.  So, again, went to 3 branch at BH but it was too busy and I got tired of waiting so I left, thinking of going back after lunch.  So after lunch, my brother wanted to go to Dick Smith, so off we went, and low behold there's the baby I was running across town for.  So, I paid for it, and here I have it in my hot little hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-6413118228609722824?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/6413118228609722824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=6413118228609722824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6413118228609722824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/6413118228609722824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby.html' title='My baby.'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SSuq5hAJi7I/AAAAAAAAALU/7lGxE84Tr5U/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4061083945990945157.post-2942581952343905404</id><published>2008-11-24T12:11:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:19:00.897+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work blues'/><title type='text'>Can Christmas come today??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loathe work.  Christmas hurry up and come please... I want my 1 month break now!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Funny how sometimes I contradict myself.  I wouldn't know what I would do without the extra pocket money.  I mean yes, work is hard but I get paid which is good.  For starters, I don't have to rely on my parents anymore, loosing their extra burden.  And, I get to save, which to me is a good feeling when u see your bank account gaining ka ching every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to do things that I would not normally do if I wasn't "rich".  I got a new haircut, I get to go to Thanksgiving, getting a new phone, sponsoring a child... etc...  And I get to pamper myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Work is hard, I won't lie but what kind of work isn't, I would like to soooo know.  BUT right now... I'm really in holiday mood.  Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results this Friday.  At least, working gets me busy and focusing my brain and energy on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4061083945990945157-2942581952343905404?l=saltntea21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/feeds/2942581952343905404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4061083945990945157&amp;postID=2942581952343905404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2942581952343905404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4061083945990945157/posts/default/2942581952343905404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltntea21.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-christmas-come-today.html' title='Can Christmas come today??'/><author><name>Ms.Salty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1p6LV10CYJ8/SC7aomlo5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rewEwhdCF2Y/S220/01AwcAX2wWyjYAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
