<?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-1702458672214514636</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:21:01.928+11:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous much, Cynthia?</title><subtitle type='html'>don't miss me too much</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5353254756085975762</id><published>2010-04-13T20:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:43:42.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S8RJgg5BnYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/wB1EUTDrmE8/s320/P1240044.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointed in two different directions, but somehow always connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not was, is, because I will always love you. I just wish you knew how much. I wish I could have done more. I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5353254756085975762?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5353254756085975762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5353254756085975762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5353254756085975762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-us.html' title='This is us.'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S8RJgg5BnYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/wB1EUTDrmE8/s72-c/P1240044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7876803637436577831</id><published>2010-01-01T01:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:41:22.921+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Can Save The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0s0QBamUqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zsWwQkOgdj0/s1600-h/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0s0QBamUqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zsWwQkOgdj0/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even stopped the Leaning Tower of Pisa from falling, (with a little help from Dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7876803637436577831?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7876803637436577831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-who-can-save-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7876803637436577831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7876803637436577831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-who-can-save-world.html' title='The One Who Can Save The World'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0s0QBamUqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zsWwQkOgdj0/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-92883010524151670</id><published>2009-12-31T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:00:00.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One who Stood in Awe</title><content type='html'>Today was the day I’ve been looking forward to for the entire trip. Today I explored Rome. Rome! It was everything I expected it to be and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place I stopped at was the Vatican City. This is St. Peter’s Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhqXjXlqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GD7Kr5FFNKk/s1600-h/awe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhqXjXlqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GD7Kr5FFNKk/s320/awe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is the line to get in to St Peter’s Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lhr8PMOYI/AAAAAAAAAss/50re9lV9eaM/s1600-h/awe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lhr8PMOYI/AAAAAAAAAss/50re9lV9eaM/s320/awe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The line went surprisingly fast despite how long it looks, and after going through security check, this was the sight I saw when I stepped into the Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhttJYQ1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/7hkJaQs7tI0/s1600-h/awe3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhttJYQ1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/7hkJaQs7tI0/s320/awe3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It took me almost an hour to walk around because the place was so big but most of the time I stood in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhvK_SiPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/rTLiphUlKTQ/s1600-h/awe4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhvK_SiPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/rTLiphUlKTQ/s320/awe4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the Swiss Guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next place on the agenda is one of my favourite place in the world (but nothing compared to being by you side). I’m not even going to introduce it. You should know its name or else we’re not on the same page. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262674322390"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhwXW_qtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pY2an07grN4/s1600-h/awe5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhwXW_qtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pY2an07grN4/s320/awe5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to go inside so badly but the line was just too long and I didn’t have time. I am definitely coming back one day though. I need to see it for my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhxxwshfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6NVtrvSO1dI/s1600-h/awe6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhxxwshfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6NVtrvSO1dI/s320/awe6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check, wore gladiator sandals in the Colosseum, well outside it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhzDtUyOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oBr9s9JsykM/s1600-h/awe7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhzDtUyOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oBr9s9JsykM/s320/awe7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Arch of Constantine, which next to the Colosseum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh0pciTTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZHSzvqtd0cg/s1600-h/awe8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh0pciTTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZHSzvqtd0cg/s320/awe8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262674322375"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262674322376"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is Fontana di Trevi (Trevi Fountain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water at the bottom of the fountain represents the sea. Legend has it you will return to Rome if you throw one coin into the water. &lt;br /&gt;If you throw 2 of the same coin you will get the works- career, marriage and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you throw 3 coins, you’ll end up divorced, lonely and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should toss it over your shoulder with your back to the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh1yJYOsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WN5dTpmDzTk/s1600-h/awe9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh1yJYOsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WN5dTpmDzTk/s320/awe9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh4PnglhI/AAAAAAAAAts/ncFzVlDygeo/s1600-h/awe10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh4PnglhI/AAAAAAAAAts/ncFzVlDygeo/s320/awe10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For lunch it was pizza and gelato. And they both taste so good! like i never knew they could get this yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh6Bb4fHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Is30v0hRIzw/s1600-h/awe11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0Lh6Bb4fHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Is30v0hRIzw/s320/awe11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the Pantheon of Rome. The building, temple dedicated to the whole of the gods during Antiquity, especially at Mars and Venus, guards of Iulia People, became a dedicated Christian church with Saint-Mary-aux-Martyrs into 609.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically ran around Rome the whole day! It was awesome, just being there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-92883010524151670?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/92883010524151670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-who-stood-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/92883010524151670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/92883010524151670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-who-stood-in-awe.html' title='The One who Stood in Awe'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0LhqXjXlqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GD7Kr5FFNKk/s72-c/awe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4449148264600698417</id><published>2009-12-30T18:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:53:13.344+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with a Bigger Penis</title><content type='html'>I spent the day in Florence, Italy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Doumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK2SHdLhI/AAAAAAAAArM/bCGBXCBkA60/s1600-h/big1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK2SHdLhI/AAAAAAAAArM/bCGBXCBkA60/s320/big1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Gates of Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK3ge1IGI/AAAAAAAAArU/uswPQNIgM4I/s1600-h/big2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK3ge1IGI/AAAAAAAAArU/uswPQNIgM4I/s320/big2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK4eA2VcI/AAAAAAAAArc/JXoBngUeadc/s1600-h/big3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK4eA2VcI/AAAAAAAAArc/JXoBngUeadc/s320/big3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After taking a few hundred photos, my dad wanted to see this statue of a wild pig with a golden stout. If you touch its stout and put a penny in its mouth and let it drop, you’ll get rich. Well that’s the theory anyways. But my dad and I got lost and reached this river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK5N8erVI/AAAAAAAAArk/FiTWlhQn8cE/s1600-h/big4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK5N8erVI/AAAAAAAAArk/FiTWlhQn8cE/s320/big4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After 3 bad sources of directions, we finally found the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK6FN0THI/AAAAAAAAArs/sIi0lzdl4EE/s1600-h/big5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK6FN0THI/AAAAAAAAArs/sIi0lzdl4EE/s320/big5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next to the statue there’s a food stall selling pig stomach sandwiches that you should try out after feeling the pig up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK66r9aFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GiMATj_qPCA/s1600-h/big6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK66r9aFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GiMATj_qPCA/s320/big6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But what really stands out for me is all the naked statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK78FfD3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/T_3CGKkoAYI/s1600-h/big7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK78FfD3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/T_3CGKkoAYI/s320/big7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michelangelo’s David. This is just a replica but it is where the original stood, before they moved it inside a museum to protect it from damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK88pLvFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0zbUMnbMCDM/s1600-h/big8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK88pLvFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0zbUMnbMCDM/s320/big8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK98ErBnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nyEVIcPgKME/s1600-h/big9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK98ErBnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/nyEVIcPgKME/s320/big9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK-iFks6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/RP2u9fgWTBc/s1600-h/big10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK-iFks6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/RP2u9fgWTBc/s320/big10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK_Z82VrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EIpsY1NdspM/s1600-h/big11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK_Z82VrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/EIpsY1NdspM/s320/big11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My penis is still bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4449148264600698417?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4449148264600698417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-with-bigger-penis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4449148264600698417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4449148264600698417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-with-bigger-penis.html' title='The One with a Bigger Penis'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/S0BK2SHdLhI/AAAAAAAAArM/bCGBXCBkA60/s72-c/big1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7654432006821465675</id><published>2009-12-29T13:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:27:38.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One in a Mask</title><content type='html'>I had the most loveliest day today. I spent the whole day in Venice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uDh3XR7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QJoNnH-wcnw/s1600-h/mask1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uDh3XR7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QJoNnH-wcnw/s320/mask1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I rode on a gondola, which is the only transport available in Venice. Even though I was passing streets I walked by before, it felt totally different on a gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uEkvjW6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/YBqgkwY3WzQ/s1600-h/mask2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uEkvjW6I/AAAAAAAAAp8/YBqgkwY3WzQ/s320/mask2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a yummy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uFRxL9FI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lVCIOm60sbc/s1600-h/mask3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uFRxL9FI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lVCIOm60sbc/s320/mask3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uGSt3lrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YZAY_9m6TgI/s1600-h/mask4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uGSt3lrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YZAY_9m6TgI/s320/mask4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seafood salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uG5n5qEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P75VqJVoU2M/s1600-h/mask5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uG5n5qEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/P75VqJVoU2M/s320/mask5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gelato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch I went on a shopping spree on masks! They are so beautiful! And there were so many different types; I was overwhelmed with the choices. A nice Italian guy explained to me the differences so I wouldn’t get ripped off. Next time I’m coming in February to see these masks in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uHwh_QfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r5L4A82WPWU/s1600-h/mask6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uHwh_QfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r5L4A82WPWU/s320/mask6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I absolutely love Venice. It’s made up of so many small islands, attached by small bridges and filled with narrow paths. You could easily lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few landmarks like St. Marks Square. This is St. Mark’s Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uItr5BII/AAAAAAAAAqk/88bgo73AXRc/s1600-h/mask7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uItr5BII/AAAAAAAAAqk/88bgo73AXRc/s320/mask7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uJkE8H-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/oDbbVchcMB4/s1600-h/mask8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uJkE8H-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/oDbbVchcMB4/s320/mask8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the ceiling of the entrance. I didn’t take any photos of the interior cause it wasn’t allowed, but it was honestly really pretty. Like really really pretty. The prettiest by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bell Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uKRc-2RI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XnFga6tS_hY/s1600-h/mask9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uKRc-2RI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XnFga6tS_hY/s320/mask9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uLLsA4lI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4wEK1gc2MMo/s1600-h/mask10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uLLsA4lI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4wEK1gc2MMo/s320/mask10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uL1Mg71I/AAAAAAAAArE/Aa76doPQXzw/s1600-h/mask11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uL1Mg71I/AAAAAAAAArE/Aa76doPQXzw/s320/mask11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I honestly had so much fun exploring. I had the whole day, so I wasn’t rushing like usual. When you’re on a tour there’s always a deadline, and never enough time. But in Venice, I strolled and just absorbed everything. I found myself falling in love with Italy all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7654432006821465675?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7654432006821465675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-in-mask.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7654432006821465675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7654432006821465675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-in-mask.html' title='The One in a Mask'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6uDh3XR7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/QJoNnH-wcnw/s72-c/mask1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8706217374092890599</id><published>2009-12-28T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:14:05.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Fantasy Meets Reality</title><content type='html'>Today I crossed 3 countries. Three whole countries and I’m finally in the country of my dreams, Italy. But before I got here, I bussed through Switzerland, Liechtenstein and Austria. The scenery I drove pass was amazing. The road was surrounded by enormous mountains, as were the countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nk5ea1LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/O3rg4Hx5wYI/s1600-h/fant1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nk5ea1LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/O3rg4Hx5wYI/s320/fant1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man, I wouldn’t mind waking up to that scenery every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop at Vaduz, the capital of Liechtenstein, for an hour. Liechtenstein is a small country; actually it’s so small that I didn’t even know that it was a country. I thought that I was still in Switzerland and it was just another city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s Liechtenstein? Stamps. Yes, postage stamps. They even have a stamp museum. So I went with the flow and bought a stamp, for the first time in my life. I mean, who uses snail mail anymore? Emails are cheaper, faster and free! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nl5WZpGI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zQtHLZJ9fC8/s1600-h/fant2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nl5WZpGI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zQtHLZJ9fC8/s320/fant2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262397268571"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262397268572"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Vaduz there is also a castle, but the lifts weren’t operating today, so I could go up. You wouldn’t have been able to get inside but taking a closer look would have bee worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nm0_OIgI/AAAAAAAAAnU/93EHNBXNiD0/s1600-h/fant3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nm0_OIgI/AAAAAAAAAnU/93EHNBXNiD0/s320/fant3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next stop was Innsbruck, Austria. The first thing I noticed about Austria was the strange decorations they had outside their buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nnjw79HI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J3uFObKos1g/s1600-h/fant4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nnjw79HI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J3uFObKos1g/s320/fant4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6noWgzkkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ns8zRrL8s7A/s1600-h/fant5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6noWgzkkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ns8zRrL8s7A/s320/fant5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6npN-XrPI/AAAAAAAAAns/C1ISJY2JPOo/s1600-h/fant6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6npN-XrPI/AAAAAAAAAns/C1ISJY2JPOo/s320/fant6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some were actually quite scary. Well, we headed straight for the famous Goldenes Dachl, Golden Roof, which is basically a building with a gold looking roof but it’s actually comprises of 2657 gilded copper tiles dating from the 16th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nqCx_85I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UV4XGhxvYrg/s1600-h/fant7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nqCx_85I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UV4XGhxvYrg/s320/fant7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SO after gold it was crystals. We visited Swarovski’s winter wonderland created by Tord Boontje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nq6l1V7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/QLl54faS3Bo/s1600-h/fant8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nq6l1V7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/QLl54faS3Bo/s320/fant8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nrToH1bI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g7MDa2wxp10/s1600-h/fant9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nrToH1bI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g7MDa2wxp10/s320/fant9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nsVo4EAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/OlbLBqO-yc4/s1600-h/fant10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nsVo4EAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/OlbLBqO-yc4/s320/fant10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6ntVSBPLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zWKBUCICXo8/s1600-h/fant11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6ntVSBPLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zWKBUCICXo8/s320/fant11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nuemq83I/AAAAAAAAAoc/2zMxYTO3-ho/s1600-h/fant12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nuemq83I/AAAAAAAAAoc/2zMxYTO3-ho/s320/fant12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nvDUp23I/AAAAAAAAAok/Fo8XX4e1DCo/s1600-h/fant13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nvDUp23I/AAAAAAAAAok/Fo8XX4e1DCo/s320/fant13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nvxaBHlI/AAAAAAAAAos/t1sJTpnEHWc/s1600-h/fant14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nvxaBHlI/AAAAAAAAAos/t1sJTpnEHWc/s320/fant14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nw026eKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/phxZqihp_S4/s1600-h/fant15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nw026eKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/phxZqihp_S4/s320/fant15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn’t it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;For lunch it was, Austrian sausage, potatoes and sour cabbage. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nxlWBiHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RTKHvsHL72w/s1600-h/fant16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nxlWBiHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RTKHvsHL72w/s320/fant16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After what felt like 100 years on the bus, I arrived at Verona , Italy at 6:30pm, We jumped off the bus and rushed towards, you’ll never guess. Welll you might have because I mentioned Verona which has been forever associated with Romeo and Juliet. I actually went to Casa di Giuletta, Juliet’s house! Yes, Juliet from Romeo and Juilet. But unfortunealty we got there to late and the gates were closed =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nzKJ-4JI/AAAAAAAAApE/r1zQUR6xTaY/s1600-h/fant17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nzKJ-4JI/AAAAAAAAApE/r1zQUR6xTaY/s320/fant17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nz16EDQI/AAAAAAAAApM/f82kigKyZCo/s1600-h/fant18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nz16EDQI/AAAAAAAAApM/f82kigKyZCo/s320/fant18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n08XPe5I/AAAAAAAAApU/W5zh-r88rLE/s1600-h/fant19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n08XPe5I/AAAAAAAAApU/W5zh-r88rLE/s320/fant19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That balcony is probably where Juliet gets serenaded by Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n1r1na5I/AAAAAAAAApc/Uz7boqb6WgQ/s1600-h/fant20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n1r1na5I/AAAAAAAAApc/Uz7boqb6WgQ/s320/fant20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The entrance smothered with lover’s graffiti, which I found really sweet. =3 I really wish could of wrote my own proclamation of my love for you, honey! But then when I thought about it, I don’t want our love to end in tragedy, like theirs. I don’t want it to end at all. =D kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n2YMsctI/AAAAAAAAApk/nJAVVClI-9Y/s1600-h/fant21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n2YMsctI/AAAAAAAAApk/nJAVVClI-9Y/s320/fant21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was dinner. I had never had rice like that before, but it was so delicious! &amp;lt;33 I love Italian food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m staying at Ibis Hotel Padova for one night and I found the most strangest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n2y5z4eI/AAAAAAAAAps/QmZnk036KBQ/s1600-h/fant22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6n2y5z4eI/AAAAAAAAAps/QmZnk036KBQ/s320/fant22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is that? My dad says that you use is to wash you butt. But really? o_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262397268636"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1262397268637"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8706217374092890599?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8706217374092890599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-fantasy-meets-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8706217374092890599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8706217374092890599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-fantasy-meets-reality.html' title='The One Where Fantasy Meets Reality'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sz6nk5ea1LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/O3rg4Hx5wYI/s72-c/fant1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-6299827835917942134</id><published>2009-12-28T17:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:53:23.001+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One on Top of the World</title><content type='html'>I began my day with a trip up the snowy mountains. But before I started snapping away, my dad told me to wait. He then proceeded to reach into his jacket and pulled out his aviators! LOL! I was like o_O? He was like “I’ll look cooler”. &amp;amp; indeed he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTAWxdJ9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jsdjU7ugp8U/s1600-h/top1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTAWxdJ9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jsdjU7ugp8U/s400/top1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTBXYuWgI/AAAAAAAAAls/0UrDMtikDIM/s1600-h/top2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTBXYuWgI/AAAAAAAAAls/0UrDMtikDIM/s400/top2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTCW0JFsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Cs0azDgfCtY/s1600-h/top3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTCW0JFsI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Cs0azDgfCtY/s400/top3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was a glacier cave near the top. The ice shone like diamonds. It was really beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTEIP1WaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/A8NCmv6htGE/s1600-h/top4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTEIP1WaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/A8NCmv6htGE/s400/top4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It took 2 lifts, 4 stations, 3020 metres, 5 flights of stairs to get to the top. &amp;amp; this is what we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTE7EtLdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EGgdZygXi6Y/s1600-h/top5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTE7EtLdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EGgdZygXi6Y/s400/top5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTFqcx-5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/kCjT82nM_AA/s1600-h/top6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTFqcx-5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/kCjT82nM_AA/s400/top6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dad saw some skiers, and he thought it’d be cool to take photos with them. They were probably thinking wtf? who’s this guy? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTGnHQtlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/4zRmEGudwn8/s1600-h/top7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTGnHQtlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/4zRmEGudwn8/s400/top7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch (which was an over-priced baguette- most shops are closed on Sundays in Europe), we drove to the Rheine Falls, which is Europe biggest waterfall. I didn’t think it was that big, but it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTHV17V2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q3BpzXcK1A8/s1600-h/top8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTHV17V2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q3BpzXcK1A8/s400/top8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dad and I took a little boat which costs 5.50Euro to the rocks in the middle of the falls. The stairs were really steep but the view was awesome from the top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTIH-eknI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PBabsvCrlX0/s1600-h/top9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTIH-eknI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PBabsvCrlX0/s400/top9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261982427595"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261982427596"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTJJzWThI/AAAAAAAAAms/WhVrAdb0MFc/s1600-h/top10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTJJzWThI/AAAAAAAAAms/WhVrAdb0MFc/s400/top10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the way down, I was too busy taking photos, that I slipped and ended up sliding most of the way. My finger nails on my left hand broke, my butt didn’t take it very lightly, and my dad told me off for not holding on to the rails. But the photos were worth it. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed to Zürich. We were given an hour so my dad and I went exploring. We visited a couple of churches, and then it started to snow a little. Even after seeing all that snow today, I haven’t gotten sick of it yet. I love the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTKqzrq2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/DUZL8R0Ka1I/s1600-h/top11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTKqzrq2I/AAAAAAAAAm0/DUZL8R0Ka1I/s400/top11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTLaeZfXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q1TJZgpyX8Y/s1600-h/top12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTLaeZfXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q1TJZgpyX8Y/s400/top12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the hour was up we headed back to Lucerne for dinner then it was straight back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-6299827835917942134?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6299827835917942134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-on-top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6299827835917942134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6299827835917942134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-on-top-of-world.html' title='The One on Top of the World'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzhTAWxdJ9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jsdjU7ugp8U/s72-c/top1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-9090851023973855504</id><published>2009-12-28T08:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:21:26.305+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Indulging in History</title><content type='html'>Heidelberg has an excellent reputation around the world as a city with a rich scientific tradition and also as a modern home to industry and business. Heidelberg is also synonymous with German romanticism, due to its uniquely charming location and cityscape marked by the awesome Castle ruin, the Neckar River with the Old Bridge, and the forest-covered mountain slopes around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things which make Heidelberg’s Old Town so special is that, although it was rebuilt in Baroque style after being destroyed in 1689 and 1693, the original close-packed medieval street layout was preserved. The Castle that towers about the Old Town is also regarded as one of the choicest examples of German Renaissance architecture, including some parts that were constructed in the 16th and early 17th centuries.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we took the bus into Heidelberg’s Old Town to visit its Universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidelberg University, founded in 1386, is Germany’s oldest. Counting about 25000 students, it is also the largest in the state of Baden-Wuerttemberg. Today it is a major scientific and scholarly advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfV-0swf8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/bbOxzOA1NbQ/s1600-h/indulge1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfV-0swf8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/bbOxzOA1NbQ/s400/indulge1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfV_3RMdSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vZ2iRpptuv4/s1600-h/indulge2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfV_3RMdSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vZ2iRpptuv4/s400/indulge2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We then made our way up to the Schloss Castle. When I finally reach the Schloss Castle I was absolutely breath-taken, one reason was that I had to climb 314 steep stairs to get there and the second reason was the view was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWBTLslBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4HIQVDdFfgk/s1600-h/indulge3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWBTLslBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4HIQVDdFfgk/s400/indulge3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWCXKu4xI/AAAAAAAAAj0/eLa55_tqFFU/s1600-h/indulge4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWCXKu4xI/AAAAAAAAAj0/eLa55_tqFFU/s400/indulge4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWDYUXi4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/hcz5ki_EunE/s1600-h/indulge5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWDYUXi4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/hcz5ki_EunE/s400/indulge5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWEGAB7PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ydG_GXU-r4E/s1600-h/indulge6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWEGAB7PI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ydG_GXU-r4E/s400/indulge6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWF2TVYYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fV6MKMzygRE/s1600-h/indulge7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWF2TVYYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fV6MKMzygRE/s400/indulge7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After a 2 minute tumble down the steep hill, my Dad and I went down to the Neckar River with the Old Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWGj_ooKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UbWxOhbcTkg/s1600-h/indulge8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWGj_ooKI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UbWxOhbcTkg/s400/indulge8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWHe_RwVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bcNHFxvbusc/s1600-h/indulge9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWHe_RwVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/bcNHFxvbusc/s400/indulge9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWIQLZBII/AAAAAAAAAkk/x4o4dgvyX3A/s1600-h/indulge10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWIQLZBII/AAAAAAAAAkk/x4o4dgvyX3A/s400/indulge10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting an overpriced souvenir shop, we headed for a 5 hour bus trip to Switzerland. However due to the bad traffic conditions, it took us 7 hours. I spent those seven hours getting some beauty sleep and holding a lip-singing concert. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For lunch, we stopped at a petrol station with McDonalds next door. So what else is different about German Maccas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWJQQ53OI/AAAAAAAAAks/vW0YAYmf0lU/s1600-h/indulge11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWJQQ53OI/AAAAAAAAAks/vW0YAYmf0lU/s400/indulge11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nachos Beef &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWKEC94kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C9JmKznOkzA/s1600-h/indulge12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWKEC94kI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C9JmKznOkzA/s400/indulge12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caeser Chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWLKegAuI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WQ-necOCz5Q/s1600-h/indulge13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWLKegAuI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WQ-necOCz5Q/s400/indulge13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken Cordon Bleu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261950405756"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261950405757"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWL_E7AWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aKwDJcEbvoY/s1600-h/indulge14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWL_E7AWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aKwDJcEbvoY/s400/indulge14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we finally reached Lucerne, Switzerland it was already dark, but we headed straight for the Lion Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWN0yBW_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ArWm7Q3r99k/s1600-h/indulge15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWN0yBW_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ArWm7Q3r99k/s400/indulge15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion Monument is dedicated to the memory of the Swiss mercenaries, who, in the service of Louis XVI King of France, were killed during the French Revolution in Paris when the Tuileries were invaded on August 10,1792, or who were guillotined on September 2nd/3rd, 1792.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inscription “Helvetiorium fidei ac virtuti” means “To the loyalty and bravery of the Swiss”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertel Thorvaldse (1770-1844), the classicist Danish sculptor, designed the Lion Monument when he was in Rome, in 1819. Lucas Ahorn, stone-mason of Constance (1789-1856), carved it out of the sandstone rock in 1820/1821. The sculpture is six metres high and ten meters long.&lt;br /&gt;The Lion Monument was projected because of Captain Carl Pfyffer von Altishofen. He was in Lucerne during the invasion of the Tuileries, and he wished to have a memorial for his dead comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afterwards my Dad and I went down to the Chapel Bridge and the Water Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWOnvaR1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Z8bAbBEWiec/s1600-h/indulge16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWOnvaR1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Z8bAbBEWiec/s400/indulge16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWPlXUENI/AAAAAAAAAlc/0tVmAiMp034/s1600-h/indulge17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfWPlXUENI/AAAAAAAAAlc/0tVmAiMp034/s400/indulge17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Chapel Bridge and Water Tower were built in the 14th century. The bridge served as a rampart, as well as part of the town fortification. Originally 285 metres long, the bridge was shortened several times during the 19 century. Water Tower served as a dungeon, archive and treasury vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 17th century the Chapel Bridge was adorned with a set of painted. The triangular panels were designed by town secretary Renward Cysat, a universal scholar, and painted in Renaissance style by Hans Heinrich Wagmann. The series of painting depict the development of the city and republic of Lucerne from a Counter-Reformation point of view. Other pictures portray the life and suffering of the town’s two patron saints, St. Leodegar and St. Mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night of 17th August 1993, a fire broke out on the Chapel bridge, burning 81 of the 111 bridge paintings. The paintings on both bridge heads escaped damages by the blaze.&lt;br /&gt;The paintings on the bridge heads are the originals. In the middle of the bridge from the St. Mauritius series can be seen. These had been removed in the 19 century when the bridge was shortened during the construction of the quays on the north and south end.&lt;br /&gt;The gap remaining between the paintings serves as a reminder of the irreparable loss to the bridge- and for the city of Lucerne- caused by the blaze on the night of 17th August 1993.&lt;br /&gt;Next was dinner followed by a 20 minute bus ride to the Lucerne Ibis Hotel, where I’ll be staying for 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-9090851023973855504?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9090851023973855504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-indulging-in-history.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9090851023973855504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9090851023973855504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-indulging-in-history.html' title='The One Indulging in History'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzfV-0swf8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/bbOxzOA1NbQ/s72-c/indulge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-967283115559388652</id><published>2009-12-26T18:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:07:04.404+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One where Everything is Closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I start I want to dedicate this post to a little boy back home. You know who you are you big baby. =) Apparently, he was sooking that I hadn’t sent him any emails, which made me go ngaww! =3 Well hope you’re happy now honey! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everybody else, especially those sexy single ladies, happy Christmas &amp;amp; don’t be missing me too much. Oh I know I’m asking for the impossible, but if it helps, I would be missing me too. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I left Brussels, Belgium for Luxembourg at 8. My day began with a white Christmas, but as the bus drove on, my white Christmas turned into a lush green. And since today is Christmas, everything is closed! I mean everything! Even the Christmas Markets! And the city was deserted! There were no people at all! So it felt like I had all of Luxembourg to myself, (&amp;amp; the 30 other people on the tour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Old Town of the city of Luxembourg. Luxembourg was a true medieval city and around the 1200s, a wall was built with towers and fortified bates to protect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5cfe9OdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/AyjYHKedF-Y/s1600-h/closed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5cfe9OdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/AyjYHKedF-Y/s400/closed1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5geXPGVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/f1G5zv0COws/s1600-h/closed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5geXPGVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/f1G5zv0COws/s400/closed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is where the King resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5leXQP3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/KmBqvIBAUbk/s1600-h/closed3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5leXQP3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/KmBqvIBAUbk/s400/closed3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After exploring Luxembourg, we headed for Trier, Germany. The first place we stopped at was the Karl-Marx-Haus Museum, which was also closed. If you are wondering why Marx sounds so familiar- think communism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5pcuXmcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ffszOyx_VFo/s1600-h/closed4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5pcuXmcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ffszOyx_VFo/s400/closed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5tAi713I/AAAAAAAAAhU/n6NvZonXQKg/s1600-h/closed5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5tAi713I/AAAAAAAAAhU/n6NvZonXQKg/s400/closed5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next stop was the Cathedral Square. The Cathedral Square with Trier Cathedral and the Church of Our Lady, located on the site of one of the largest palace complexes of the Roman Empire, forms the centre of the Cathedral City. The Cathedral is Germany’s oldest bishop’s church. As a central plan structure, the Church of Our Lady, one of the first churches in Germany built strictly in the Gothic style is also the earliest and most significant example of this architectural type in Germany. Protected by its own wall and gates in the Middle Ages, the Cathedral City still represents a “city quarter” with its own structural character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5xIGCpJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/p5ubj1Oih60/s1600-h/closed6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5xIGCpJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/p5ubj1Oih60/s400/closed6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Trier Cathedral is on the left and the Church of Our Lady is on the right. I only went in the Trier Cathedral because the Church of Our Lady is currently undergoing renovations, but here are some photos of the Trier Cathedral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW51dn6PWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/yAvOYVBh1uo/s1600-h/closed7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW51dn6PWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/yAvOYVBh1uo/s400/closed7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW57ynfkYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gaNIVbudk1Y/s1600-h/closed8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW57ynfkYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gaNIVbudk1Y/s400/closed8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6BlOXwJI/AAAAAAAAAh0/kfx-3Gp3LEw/s1600-h/closed9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6BlOXwJI/AAAAAAAAAh0/kfx-3Gp3LEw/s400/closed9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6Fmn0rDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/YLg7qRgoI6o/s1600-h/closed10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6Fmn0rDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/YLg7qRgoI6o/s400/closed10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6LwMkLjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wPGd0nUMZOE/s1600-h/closed11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6LwMkLjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wPGd0nUMZOE/s400/closed11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6P7gJZjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4worSwH6VFs/s1600-h/closed12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6P7gJZjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4worSwH6VFs/s400/closed12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The photos aren’t very clear because the cathedral had very dim lighting and I didn’t want to flash inside a church. (PUN) LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back there is the Holy Robe Chapel, where the Robe of Christ is preserved. That section was closed today so I didn’t get to see it. On the way out, I purchased a little brochure and there was a map of the Cathedral City, and when I saw it I realise there was so much more that I missed out on, but I was already on the bus! =T I’ll be back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the road from the Trier Cathedral is the Porta Nigra. The Porta Nigra (black gate) is Trier’s famous landmarks and was built at the end of the 2nd Century AD. It is the largest and best preserved city gate of the ancient world. In the 11th Century, the monk Simeon set up his hermit’s cell in the east tower of the Porta Nigra. With the veneration if the hermit after his death, papal approval led to the transformation of the Porta Nigra into the double church of St. Simeon and to the establishment of the Simeon’s College. However in 1804, Emperor Napoleon gave the order to free the Roman gate of all church structural elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6TfjgeaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gUUs2IE7VP4/s1600-h/closed13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6TfjgeaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gUUs2IE7VP4/s400/closed13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6XsfwlXI/AAAAAAAAAic/mRx8Ho_JLIU/s1600-h/closed14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6XsfwlXI/AAAAAAAAAic/mRx8Ho_JLIU/s400/closed14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We left Trier for Heidelberg, Germany’s oldest university town where I'll be staying the night. For dinner we had Maccas, because everything else was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6e-N8mSI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q4zA3sdrYI0/s1600-h/closed16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6e-N8mSI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q4zA3sdrYI0/s400/closed16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;German Maccas is awesome! They have refillable drinks! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6jBMo-VI/AAAAAAAAAi0/upIfuvrUchY/s1600-h/closed17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6jBMo-VI/AAAAAAAAAi0/upIfuvrUchY/s400/closed17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here’s there menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6oh1sB-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/scBRRMHrEIE/s1600-h/closed18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6oh1sB-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/scBRRMHrEIE/s400/closed18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Hamburger Royal TS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6rr7ANxI/AAAAAAAAAjE/pBltomnELew/s1600-h/closed19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6rr7ANxI/AAAAAAAAAjE/pBltomnELew/s400/closed19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And my dad had the Big Rosti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6wBnugRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Y1ypRv9i0W8/s1600-h/closed20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6wBnugRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Y1ypRv9i0W8/s400/closed20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Big Rosti looks so freaking sickening. There’s like beef, chicken and bacon in between a bacon and cheese bun! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m currently staying at Hotel Ibis Heidelberg, which is right next door to McDonalds! =D The room is a decent size, but the bathroom is so tiny! You can barely fit yourself in there! But at least everything is clean and I’m only here for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6y1sIJUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FOJT9zzyaDU/s1600-h/closed21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW6y1sIJUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FOJT9zzyaDU/s400/closed21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261812017948"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261812017949"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-967283115559388652?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/967283115559388652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-everything-is-closed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/967283115559388652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/967283115559388652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-everything-is-closed.html' title='The One where Everything is Closed'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzW5cfe9OdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/AyjYHKedF-Y/s72-c/closed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7959694817411113887</id><published>2009-12-25T17:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:51:17.931+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Peed Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up to a buffet breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWgSXgfEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sHP20hVSj9k/s1600-h/boy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWgSXgfEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sHP20hVSj9k/s400/boy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWhG8e5ZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LHidMgx2Jto/s1600-h/boy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWhG8e5ZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LHidMgx2Jto/s400/boy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWh0Ry1VI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wXPAsmo6bgw/s1600-h/boy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWh0Ry1VI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wXPAsmo6bgw/s400/boy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We left for Amsterdam, Holland afterwards. Since I’ve stayed there last week, I revisited alot of the places, like the Zaanse Schans and the Red Light district. At Zaanse Schans, they also charge me 50 cents to pee! I had 47 cents, but they still wouldn’t let me in! RAWR! So I had to go back outside to find my Dad. Asians aren’t the only cheap people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also saw a different side of Amsterdam. We visited Coster Diamonds, where they showed us how they cut diamonds and the different types of diamonds. They tour guide was like this tour is for the ladies and their diamond rings. I was like screw the diamond ring, I want this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWiszvc5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dEVrHYPty9I/s1600-h/boy4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWiszvc5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/dEVrHYPty9I/s400/boy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After window shopping for diamonds, we took a canal cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWjbfkmoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rXlQ4Rv2V_4/s1600-h/boy5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWjbfkmoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rXlQ4Rv2V_4/s400/boy5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I know. I wish you were here with me to take the lovers cruise with me too, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWkfTolQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GrmpdMwff0E/s1600-h/boy6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWkfTolQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GrmpdMwff0E/s400/boy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWmXLCD0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/YwUt7gg8d_E/s1600-h/boy8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWmXLCD0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/YwUt7gg8d_E/s400/boy8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWldbsUBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/a93KBqTlDcM/s1600-h/boy7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWldbsUBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/a93KBqTlDcM/s400/boy7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See the old balding guy in the black jacket? Well he told me off for standing there. Yeah I just like to stand there for fun. I was taking this photo, you ass. So now I’m telling the World Wide Web about what a mean guy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWnMKFvtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HqGXoT4Awyg/s1600-h/boy9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWnMKFvtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HqGXoT4Awyg/s400/boy9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWn4hWq4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/nI3po5eTW8I/s1600-h/boy10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWn4hWq4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/nI3po5eTW8I/s400/boy10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the cruise, we headed for the Red Light District and since I’ve already been I walked around the shops outside instead. I took a picture of the Red Light District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWonikVZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sS76Y9ANQys/s1600-h/boy11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWonikVZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sS76Y9ANQys/s400/boy11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you walk along side of this canal, where all the neon lights are shining, you hit the Red Light District. I was walking around and I started to notice all the marijuana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Marijuana Museums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWpBzzTQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/d5HDmjD8Kfs/s1600-h/boy12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWpBzzTQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/d5HDmjD8Kfs/s400/boy12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Marijuana Food and Drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWqTf1ddI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rL0q0Z_cRAw/s1600-h/boy13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWqTf1ddI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rL0q0Z_cRAw/s400/boy13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Marijuana Seed Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWrGwGy7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/z-YNcfcAfAU/s1600-h/boy14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWrGwGy7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/z-YNcfcAfAU/s400/boy14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even Marijuana Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWsGjMJoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/HRBp6C4CWL8/s1600-h/boy15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWsGjMJoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/HRBp6C4CWL8/s400/boy15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently even the coffee shops sell Marijuana in Amsterdam, the famous one is the Bulldog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWtZ6s9qI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EmB_Eg5MMWo/s1600-h/boy16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWtZ6s9qI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EmB_Eg5MMWo/s400/boy16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but the smell of the really stinks, so I didn’t go near it. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner (which I arrived early for this time), we took a 2 hour bus ride back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261720959138"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261720959139"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261720959141"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261720959142"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7959694817411113887?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7959694817411113887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-peed-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7959694817411113887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7959694817411113887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-peed-part-2.html' title='The One Who Peed Part 2'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRWgSXgfEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sHP20hVSj9k/s72-c/boy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2328706146288281829</id><published>2009-12-25T17:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:47:36.363+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Peed Part 1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met my tour group and my new tour guide. For the first time, I wasn’t the only Australian nor was I the only one below the age of 30. People, there are young adults! (I had to think for a while what label I was in- still not use to the fact that I’m no longer categorised as a teenager; am I getting ahead of myself by calling myself a “young adult”?) We hopped onto our tour bus and headed straight for the Port of Dover, for a ferry to France. It took us about 2 hours to get across the English Channel, but the Sea France ferry had so much to do the time flew by, and I almost flew off the boat, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry had 5 levels, but the first 3 were for the cars and buses. The rest was filled with bars, restaurants, shops, arcades and even a gambling section. But I wanted to go outside to the top of the ferry and take some photos. This photo almost threw me off board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTZ-pMdDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fIxtj5EY8jI/s1600-h/peed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTZ-pMdDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fIxtj5EY8jI/s400/peed1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not even kidding, walking against the wind was a tiring workout but walking with it almost carried me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTaq57reI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uaOo7o2vK5A/s1600-h/peed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTaq57reI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uaOo7o2vK5A/s400/peed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This guy is literally grabbing onto his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached France, I didn’t stay for long. It was straight to Brussels, Belgium and on the way there we stopped at the Atomium which is a space age leftover built for the 1958 World Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTbqJjyhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_twphT8FOeI/s1600-h/peed3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTbqJjyhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_twphT8FOeI/s400/peed3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 15 minutes and 37 snap shots, it was back on the bus, for the Grand Place in Brussels. The Grand place is absolutely breathtaking. I think no words can describe it, so I’m just going to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTcIReKkI/AAAAAAAAAds/jskwyMEbDg0/s1600-h/peed4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTcIReKkI/AAAAAAAAAds/jskwyMEbDg0/s400/peed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTcweSUWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/plgGPMCli7o/s1600-h/peed5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTcweSUWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/plgGPMCli7o/s400/peed5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTd8BSyCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4DeZFIgkdwU/s1600-h/peed6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTd8BSyCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4DeZFIgkdwU/s400/peed6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to visit the child hero, Mannenken Pis, the little boy who peed to save the day. He’s like a superstar, they even have a little shrine for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTe5AfyHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hFajKH_r1JE/s1600-h/peed7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTe5AfyHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hFajKH_r1JE/s400/peed7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and Belgium waffles are just to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTf4A-BjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1r22t7tla0o/s1600-h/peed8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTf4A-BjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1r22t7tla0o/s400/peed8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dad saw this and he wanted to try some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTg3DW4YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SQPiSwC9sSw/s1600-h/peed9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTg3DW4YI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SQPiSwC9sSw/s400/peed9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRThUKHeBI/AAAAAAAAAec/5QHwQGERdAs/s1600-h/peed10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRThUKHeBI/AAAAAAAAAec/5QHwQGERdAs/s400/peed10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTiNaJBFI/AAAAAAAAAek/PdGOvYHeo48/s1600-h/peed11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTiNaJBFI/AAAAAAAAAek/PdGOvYHeo48/s400/peed11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;D=&amp;lt;. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of that we were 5 minutes late for dinner, and by the time we got there the food was almost gone. I was like WTF?! These Asians were like so freaking greedy that the freaking swallowed the food without chewing- biting takes time, less food for them. My dad and I were speechless- so all I got for dinner was a bowl of rice and 2 pieces of chicken. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t what upset me the most, what upset me the most was that after dinner we left the Grand Place. I wanted to stay longer. I didn’t even have the chance to buy my snowglobe or even chocolates! I really hope I have an opportunity later on. I’m staying at the Novotel Airport Hotel for 2 nights (which is near the airport- so in the middle of nowhere), but at least the rooms are pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is that they’ll charge you 10 euros for a day’s use of the internet but at least they offer 2 computers with net in the lobby. However they are both MACs &amp;amp; MACs confuse me. But they sure are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTi5tUTaI/AAAAAAAAAes/UHNgngQRBt0/s1600-h/peed12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTi5tUTaI/AAAAAAAAAes/UHNgngQRBt0/s320/peed12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2328706146288281829?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2328706146288281829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-peed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2328706146288281829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2328706146288281829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-peed.html' title='The One Who Peed Part 1'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzRTZ-pMdDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fIxtj5EY8jI/s72-c/peed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1873252746195562262</id><published>2009-12-24T17:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:52:57.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with a Fake British Accent</title><content type='html'>Most public toilets in the Netherlands require an average of 50 cents. And since my bladder won the battle with my Asian side, I paid the 50 cents. But trust me when I say, I made my money’s worth with the toilet paper. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 6 hours on the roads, from Amsterdam, I arrived back at Frankfurt for 2 days before my flight to London, England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate some German food during that time. German food is basically meat; which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJWnHruEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fY5P1YLOUjs/s1600-h/irish1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJWnHruEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fY5P1YLOUjs/s400/irish1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pork is a variety of ways - sausage, ribs, and chops, with some awesome mash potatoes. Man, you haven’t eaten mash potatoes until you’ve eaten in German style. It’s so yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJea6L18I/AAAAAAAAAck/-8SSXxa3tcM/s1600-h/irish2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJea6L18I/AAAAAAAAAck/-8SSXxa3tcM/s400/irish2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fried pig leg- it’s actually very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJfDWEAUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SfWtBmwKz-k/s1600-h/irish3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJfDWEAUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SfWtBmwKz-k/s400/irish3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Liver meatball soup- well that’s what I’m calling it. Yeah, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJf8_E6BI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AOM84rc7JXU/s1600-h/irish4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJf8_E6BI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AOM84rc7JXU/s400/irish4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Potato, egg and the special green sauce is a famous Frankfurt sauce. It’s actually very packed with flavour, even if it doesn’t look very appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJgh1UNjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DzuyoXVAjjU/s1600-h/irish5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJgh1UNjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/DzuyoXVAjjU/s400/irish5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have no idea what this is called, but its cheese with onion and some kind of herb and you eat it with bread. I didn’t like it very much. But I also don’t like cheese. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJthgb1nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NWSWgG4S0B8/s1600-h/irish6.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJthgb1nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/NWSWgG4S0B8/s400/irish6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two different types of apple juice, the light and the dark. We usually drink the light apple juice, but the dark apple juice is popular in Germany. So I had a go and it was okay- it was kind of strange cause it was like apple juice but not really. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed so much during the 2 days in Frankfurt and it reached -18 degrees! Sub zero temperature hurts, but I swear its worth it when you see the whole city covered in white. Everything just looks so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJ1G-R8CI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xNp0uXuDLNA/s1600-h/irish7.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJ1G-R8CI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xNp0uXuDLNA/s400/irish7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But when I got to the airport, I found of because of the snow, many flights had been cancelled, some people were stranded for 5 days waiting for a plane. So there was a whole mob at security check, and for some reason, all the security check points but one had closed down. My flight was scheduled to leave at 11:15, but I was still at the back of the line at 11:20. To make matters worse, when I finally got through to security check I was pulled into the white rooms you see on border security for a drug testing. I was so scared the plane was going to leave without me, so when I finally got on and found out I was one of the firsts to, I was very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2 hour flight to London, I started talking to the guy sitting next to me, since there wasn’t anything else to do. He’s name is Abi, and he’s American. He told me how the snow cancelled his flight to India and he was doing a layover in London. I was like =O “I can’t believe you’re not going to see London! I mean its London!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abi also told me that I sounded English, but then again I didn’t greet him with G’day mate. Or maybe I was unconsciously faking a British accent because all the flight attendants had a British accent and I got caught up in it. I could barely hold the giggle in, every time the pilot was on the speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love London! I absolutely love the accent. Instead of plugging my ears with my earphones on the tube (which was hell to get on- there were no elevators and I had 2 massive suitcase, 3 carry ons, and my laptop; I don’t need to work out for a while.) I drowned myself with the British accent. And people here speak English! English! I understand English. I’m leaving London tomorrow with a tour group for Belgium but I’ll be back in 2 weeks for another 2 days in London &amp;amp; I’ll be doing my own tour! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261635628525"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261635628526"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261635628528"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261635628529"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1261635628525"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1873252746195562262?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1873252746195562262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-with-fake-british-accent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1873252746195562262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1873252746195562262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-with-fake-british-accent.html' title='The One with a Fake British Accent'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SzMJWnHruEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fY5P1YLOUjs/s72-c/irish1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5349893746609105809</id><published>2009-12-19T09:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:29:06.057+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Covered with a White Blanket</title><content type='html'>I woke up to this, this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuj_gk-yyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dL0y8RTgB9I/s1600-h/566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuj_gk-yyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dL0y8RTgB9I/s400/566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it pretty? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was so nice and fluffy, I made my first snowball! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyukpRN_aAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4GbJ8Px1Skk/s1600-h/575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyukpRN_aAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4GbJ8Px1Skk/s400/575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Aunt and Uncle took my Dad and I to Zaanse Schans, which is a place full of windmills, where the farmers who lived there in the past used the windmills to assist in their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6j2jChTnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hinVDWcEtI8/s1600-h/147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6j2jChTnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hinVDWcEtI8/s400/147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made cheese, paint and &lt;b&gt;clogs&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture is dedicated to you honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6iOtMCk0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/TpL1vYL3pQw/s1600-h/354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6iOtMCk0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/TpL1vYL3pQw/s400/354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was coming down quite heavily and then I saw her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6mC3X9eEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NSLjk-SZk8w/s1600-h/360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6mC3X9eEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NSLjk-SZk8w/s400/360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I felt so sorry for her! She must of been &lt;u&gt;freezing&lt;/u&gt;! I swear, she was the something blue in the&lt;i&gt; "something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it was so cold, the small water canals had froze over, but the ice wasn't thick enough, and I saw someone fall through! =OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6nYji0xkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gXtA9jRzbNc/s1600-h/300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6nYji0xkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gXtA9jRzbNc/s400/300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no ice skating on the water canals for Jessica, instead my friends, Phoung and Toan took me to an outdoor iceskating rink! But getting there was hell for Toan. Remember how I had written that everybody biked in Holland, well Toan had to bike me to the rink. Let's say it was the biggest work out for him and the scariest ride for me. The ice is seriously slippery people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6qhKNDUII/AAAAAAAAAb8/ujGlW_2oRkQ/s1600-h/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6qhKNDUII/AAAAAAAAAb8/ujGlW_2oRkQ/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(yes, I know I'm the smallest there, but the sad the is I'm also the oldest, the kid next to me is 180cm tall and he's only 15! &amp;amp; apparently he's only &lt;i&gt;average.&lt;/i&gt; Average my ass =T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I'd iceskated- but after a few rounds I was fully pro! =D I kid, but I managed to stay off the floor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Afterwards, we went to Netherlands McDonalds to warm ourselves up &amp;amp; I tried the McKroket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6tHhFWfAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JuiU6gtmIzQ/s1600-h/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6tHhFWfAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JuiU6gtmIzQ/s400/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6xBfe6P0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ux8DBa9Iflg/s1600-h/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sy6xBfe6P0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Ux8DBa9Iflg/s400/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McKroket was very yummy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuqx7C243I/AAAAAAAAAbM/HWAuO_r_BHI/s1600-h/247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuqx7C243I/AAAAAAAAAbM/HWAuO_r_BHI/s400/247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the snowflake look like a heart? Love is falling from the sky &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5349893746609105809?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5349893746609105809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-covered-with-white-blanket.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5349893746609105809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5349893746609105809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-covered-with-white-blanket.html' title='The One Covered with a White Blanket'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuj_gk-yyI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dL0y8RTgB9I/s72-c/566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-9007775270467085502</id><published>2009-12-17T09:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:25:29.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Tainted by Red Lights</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to the Red Light District in Amsterdam. It was certainly an experience I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought that the Red Light District was only one street, but it was like another city. The place was huge! It walked around for&amp;nbsp; 2 hours and we stilll didn't cover the whole thing. But it was bascially the same things over and over again. Sex shops, bars, peep shows, and small rooms lit with neon red lights and glass doors where the "girls" (some I weren't certain that they were actually female) pose infront of. Sometimes they would tap on the glass doors to catch your attention. One even opened her door to say &lt;i&gt;"come one baby, don't be shy"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=OOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but no photos, cause I didn't want to expose my baby, plus it isn't allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, in the middle of the red light district, between the sex shops and the girls' rooms, there was a &lt;b&gt;kebab shop&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I actually saw pass through the stereotypical image of Amsterdam- I mean every time I mention I'm in Amsterdam to people, the first thing they ask me is if I'm smoking pot or have I been to the Red Light District yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Amsterdam is so much more than that- so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Thi explained to me why prostitution and marijuana is legal is the Netherlands- their theory is that even if you make the those things illegal, there will still be people that will smoke marijuana and prostitutes. But if they make those things legal, at least they can control the quality and quantity of the marijuana and protect the girls/guys (apparently there's a blue like district- for men) by making sure they aren't being forced into the job (by pimps or something) and they are willing participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, that theory actually makes sense. &amp;amp; its not like everyone smokes pot in Amsterdam, the children are taught about the consequences at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went exploring Amsterdam with Tee. =D She's an awesome tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam, well actually the whole of Netherlands is covered with water canals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytE8ytb7lI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9loeHaAcZls/s1600-h/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytE8ytb7lI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9loeHaAcZls/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with it they have floating houses, floating restaurants, canal boats, swans and ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first thing you'll notice in Netherlands is the &lt;b&gt;bikes&lt;/b&gt;. People here all ride bikes. There are more bikes then people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytP05NHwPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zWoGCvjjYEE/s1600-h/440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytP05NHwPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zWoGCvjjYEE/s400/440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bike paths, bike lights and bike round-abouts! Its so awesome! =D People here in all weathers, even in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytRII1tokI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5ZqlmHI0A68/s1600-h/455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytRII1tokI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5ZqlmHI0A68/s400/455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are also very tall. Apparently they have the tallest height average in the world! I feel like a midget here. So I've decided to eat all the dutch food to see how much I'll grow within this week. Here are some of the food I ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erwtensoep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytTQbFxBVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-KcZlH3qXno/s1600-h/338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytTQbFxBVI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-KcZlH3qXno/s400/338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erwtensoep is pea soup. Its very thick and full of vegetables and meat. At first when I saw it I thought gross, but its actually very nice. It also warms up your body very well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hema's sausage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytV-wuQWZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2L4l_4I_QZ0/s1600-h/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytV-wuQWZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2L4l_4I_QZ0/s400/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hema is a fast food chain, and they sell the most juiciest sausage I've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Central Station, there's a wall of snacks. Its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuXuumsFAI/AAAAAAAAAac/H0VXSLNzA1Q/s1600-h/460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuXuumsFAI/AAAAAAAAAac/H0VXSLNzA1Q/s400/460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there I got myself a Kroket and a Kaassouffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kroket&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuRpO4qQJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nOnP8yyzBP8/s1600-h/471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuRpO4qQJI/AAAAAAAAAZs/nOnP8yyzBP8/s400/471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaassouffle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuSAqPlPnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TYp3WxFPhuA/s1600-h/477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuSAqPlPnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TYp3WxFPhuA/s400/477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuSkQuzBqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/n1LmQmw8Ju4/s1600-h/495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuSkQuzBqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/n1LmQmw8Ju4/s400/495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patat is Dutch chips, which is so good! There's this shop Mannekenpis, and its logo is a boy chucking a piss. The story behind that is that a long time ago, a boy save the day buy pissing to extinguish fire. I was like ... how much piss did he have to be able to put out the flames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyufawRlGyI/AAAAAAAAAas/SqsKcbcvjZw/s1600-h/487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyufawRlGyI/AAAAAAAAAas/SqsKcbcvjZw/s400/487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But OMG, they had so many kinds of different sauces! It took me forever to choose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuf44UQLBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OWMeyN_zogQ/s1600-h/493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Syuf44UQLBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OWMeyN_zogQ/s400/493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Netherland, they celebrate Sinterklaas who is basically exactly like Santa, but real. LOL! &amp;amp; instead on reindeers, he has horses, instead of the sleigh, he comes by boat, instead of elves, he has little black slaves and instead of flying, he jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denhelderactueel.nl/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/sinterklaas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.denhelderactueel.nl/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/sinterklaas1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of candy cane, the Dutch eat kruid noten, which I found very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kruid noten&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuTWgLI9JI/AAAAAAAAAaE/La-pydiUbp4/s1600-h/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuTWgLI9JI/AAAAAAAAAaE/La-pydiUbp4/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuTuiflRsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rB_P6mBLq7w/s1600-h/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuTuiflRsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rB_P6mBLq7w/s400/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haring is basically raw fish that had been soaked in salty water for 3 days. It tasted funny. Its an experience I'll only be having once in a life time, and once is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Stroopwafels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuUPcp2lHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Gv9BEIDKkhE/s1600-h/159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyuUPcp2lHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Gv9BEIDKkhE/s400/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroopwafels is basically caramel in between two thin waffle biscuits. Its so yum! Especially when you get it freshly made- nice and hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten so much here! I swear I've probably grown horizontally and remain vertically challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-9007775270467085502?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9007775270467085502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-tainted-by-red-lights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9007775270467085502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9007775270467085502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-tainted-by-red-lights.html' title='The One Tainted by Red Lights'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SytE8ytb7lI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9loeHaAcZls/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5584942237720675120</id><published>2009-12-14T11:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:34:03.695+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One who Married a German Billionaire</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I left for the airport at 6:30 with Dad and my friend Phoung. On the drive there Phoung, who works at the airport, told me about the luxury of first class flights. These are some of the things that are included with a first class ticket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They get picked up with a &lt;b&gt;Porsche&lt;/b&gt; or a limousine! =OO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; They have a menu of dishes to choose from on the flight, caviar is included!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They get real knives and forks- not the plastic sticks we get in economy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The flight attendants know each passenger by their name and serve them individually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have the internet but probably won't get the chance to use it cause they wide range of movies that are available to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have so much leg room that they are able to sleep &lt;u&gt;horizontally&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, I hate first class passengers too. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Frankfurt airport, it is a very long walk from the check in counter to the gates. So Phoung talked to his friend who gave us a lift on one of those carts at Airports. Yes, I was like one of those fat rich people, who get driven instead of walking. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then at the gate, before boarding, Phoung had a little chat to the lady at the counter and bumped my economy seat into &lt;b&gt;business class&lt;/b&gt;!! =DDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybQGE3ixlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rHTjafq8LAs/s1600-h/Untitled6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybQGE3ixlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rHTjafq8LAs/s400/Untitled6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket says Mrs. Jessica Nguy, so apparently I got married in Frankfurt- to a rich Billionaire hopefully. =D Cause Business class was awesome! =DD Phoung says theres a big difference between business and first class (which I always thought were the same thing), but since it was only a one hour domestic flight, there was only business class available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybX0gDbOWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/21gTvq5sqWM/s1600-h/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybX0gDbOWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/21gTvq5sqWM/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome one on one service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybSmVkIh_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/B8-RxxWn_Qc/s1600-h/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybSmVkIh_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/B8-RxxWn_Qc/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got real food (instead of the cardboard crap I usually get) on real plates, instead of the cardboard box I usually get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybUUfN0hnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NfoiR6j3_sU/s1600-h/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybUUfN0hnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NfoiR6j3_sU/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Real utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybWJyxTmoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Urrq1ZyXYo0/s1600-h/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybWJyxTmoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Urrq1ZyXYo0/s400/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Look at that space! There's actually space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybXBkGy-4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/yvgqHLM4nyA/s1600-h/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybXBkGy-4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/yvgqHLM4nyA/s400/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even the view is prettier! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm staying at Amsterdam, Holland (which I just discovered was the same as the Netherlands, where people speak Dutch- so confusing) for a week. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5584942237720675120?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5584942237720675120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-married-german-billionaire.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5584942237720675120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5584942237720675120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-married-german-billionaire.html' title='The One who Married a German Billionaire'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SybQGE3ixlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rHTjafq8LAs/s72-c/Untitled6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-963630775078644722</id><published>2009-12-13T15:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:59:13.997+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Got Her Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;IT'S SNOWING!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRsdZx3ZkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/T4mxau559-A/s1600-h/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRsdZx3ZkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/T4mxau559-A/s400/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRvtyLxsrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QZ5FX2ljujk/s1600-h/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRvtyLxsrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QZ5FX2ljujk/s400/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally got to touch a snowflake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRuRqCZaBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GLb8rNsaqkg/s1600-h/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRuRqCZaBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GLb8rNsaqkg/s400/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that little droplet of water near the webbing between my thumb and my second finger? That's a melted snowflake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;A SNOWFLAKE, &lt;p&gt;PEOPLE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it only snowed for 5 minutes, and the snowflakes were very small. But people, it snowed! =DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ran into my room at 5am telling me its snowing! &amp;amp; when I looked out the window it was pitch black so I couldn't see anything. I jumped out of bed and scrambled for the door! &amp;amp; my dad was like JACKET! So I scrambled back in and then stood outside with my PJs and a jacket on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost lost a testicle due to frost bite; but its all worth it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all because my wife wish for it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because I wish it was Winter and I wish it was snowing."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm flying out to Holland in 2 hours for a week. I don't know if there is net at where I'll be staying, if not I'll write in a week's time! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-963630775078644722?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/963630775078644722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-got-her-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/963630775078644722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/963630775078644722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-who-got-her-wish.html' title='The One Who Got Her Wish'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyRsdZx3ZkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/T4mxau559-A/s72-c/110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-6168548028052510907</id><published>2009-12-12T09:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:30:27.588+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One where the Sun Disappeared</title><content type='html'>My flight left Beijing at 2pm 4th December and I arrived in Frankfurt at 5pm 4th December. No, it wasn’t a 3 hour flight, there’s a 7 hours difference between Frankfurt and Beijing, and its 10 hours behind Sydney. The 10 hour fight was so painful. There wasn’t a TV screen in front of each person, but a massive projection at the front. I could barely see it. =T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw next to this lovely German old lady, who spoke a few words of English. We tried to have a conversation but it was so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off the plane, I looked for signs that would point us to the directions of our luggage. But I couldn’t understand the sign above me. It kinda looked like English, so I assumed it was German. But then I looked at it closer, it was English, the sign was just upside down. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Frankfurt Airport, my Dad got stopped once again but this time it was by customs who questioned him about what was in his luggage. I mean everyone else walked by fine, only he was stopped. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawaiian shirts are now gone and they are replaced with very thick jackets. It’s so cold here and the days are very short. I have yet to see the sun. I would wake up and the sky would be pitch black. You’d think it’d still 2 in the morning but then you look at clock, it’ll be 8am and it’ll get dark at 4pm. I swear I’m constantly feeling so sleepy. I don’t know if it’s the cold weather or the fact that it gets dark so early. But my dad says its cause the heater is always on, which means there’s no fresh air, so I always feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise Germany is awesome! Here are some discoveries I made during my dates with Frankfurt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The air is so clean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic actually stop for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The streets are very narrow so people generally own small cars and do ridiculous parking tricks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO-Ap6bFnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_yB00u1FewE/s1600-h/217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO-Ap6bFnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_yB00u1FewE/s400/217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO-_9sWXeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GW9IyYkgqnU/s1600-h/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO-_9sWXeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GW9IyYkgqnU/s400/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and sometimes they let you park on the side walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On some highways there are no speed limit. Once we went 260km/hr. Its actually quite scary. I mean that's more than 3 times my legal speed limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blankets are offered if you choose to sit outside for a coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO8_xJjRJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5hSbp1532sU/s1600-h/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO8_xJjRJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5hSbp1532sU/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are over 100 free TV Channels in a variety of different languages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have markings on the glasses so you know how much your getting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyR1bn9aueI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CIc2ZWXGk64/s1600-h/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyR1bn9aueI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CIc2ZWXGk64/s400/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No Asians can rip you off here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sausages are HUGE! The have to be halved to fit inside the bun. That just sounded very dirty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyKAtE89nsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3z5X1mkOmTw/s1600-h/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyKAtE89nsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3z5X1mkOmTw/s400/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas market are very pretty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQY8Q2VAPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-2_SQufSZwM/s1600-h/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQY8Q2VAPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-2_SQufSZwM/s400/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQaLY-HdxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7DgOr0hOHP4/s1600-h/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQaLY-HdxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7DgOr0hOHP4/s400/132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They actually show &lt;i&gt;nipples&lt;/i&gt; in ads on the walls of sex shops! =O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a red woolies! RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQbq8zlBEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EPOZ5oCEDog/s1600-h/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQbq8zlBEI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EPOZ5oCEDog/s400/089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taxis are Mercedes Benz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyKEYwkPorI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nK-rdgyujOw/s1600-h/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyKEYwkPorI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nK-rdgyujOw/s400/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum was like Mercedes Benz must be cheap over there, screw the souvenier- I want a car! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casinos require you to wear formal wear! They are very small over here unlike StarCity, but they have a James Bond feel to it. Very fancy and bow ties everywhere. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQfAD4F59I/AAAAAAAAAXc/VErlGpkdPOQ/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQfAD4F59I/AAAAAAAAAXc/VErlGpkdPOQ/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oh, but my &lt;b&gt;favourite &lt;/b&gt;one of all (other than the titties) is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQg7F-2G2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2hpg7mpF50w/s1600-h/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyQg7F-2G2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2hpg7mpF50w/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look like our yr 12 school captain, Jessica Bent?! =OOOOO I found this poster in front of a fish shop. and cracked up! =D Is Jessica Bent German? o_O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. OMG ONE PIECE MOVIE 10 STRONG WORLD HAS PREMIERED!I've been waiting for this day for 2 years!! =OOO I wish I was in Japan for it! They got POSTERS and stuff! =T Now I'm waiting for the crazy fans to first somehow get it and sub it for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rnye7_FeIQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/1rnye7_FeIQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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 bet a banana that this line is longer than the one for Twilight. OP is AWESOMEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-6168548028052510907?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6168548028052510907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-sun-disappeared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6168548028052510907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6168548028052510907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-sun-disappeared.html' title='The One where the Sun Disappeared'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyO-Ap6bFnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_yB00u1FewE/s72-c/217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-9025923338602424075</id><published>2009-12-11T20:12:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:47:02.759+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who can See Again</title><content type='html'>Before I continue to my adventure to world domination. I'd just like to say thank you to my wife, Alysse for helping me update my blog while I was in China- cause apparently blogging is illegal there. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you so much honey &amp;amp; I love you! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now I can finally see all the comments you guys have been leaving and reply to them. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-9025923338602424075?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9025923338602424075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-she-can-see-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9025923338602424075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9025923338602424075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-she-can-see-again.html' title='The One Who can See Again'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-6241096225084612085</id><published>2009-12-04T19:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:43:23.298+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Four</title><content type='html'>Day Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning getting the bags back to the main Island and then travelling back to Monkey Islet by cable.&lt;br /&gt;The view was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH0lNxsjOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xqLW-9jSEyE/s1600-h/276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH0lNxsjOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xqLW-9jSEyE/s400/276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Islet was filled with monkey. I know, biggest shocker. But there were monkeys everywhere. You’d be walking around and then there would be either a monkey walking beside you or dangling above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH1pi66dwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YHrwv4HN4WA/s1600-h/236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH1pi66dwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YHrwv4HN4WA/s400/236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some awesome monkey acts and then we headed off the island for lunch. Before the food even arrived my dad exclaimed that this was the best restaurant in all of China! I was confused, and I was like why? The restaurant didn’t look very impressive. He then pointed at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH60aYP_tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bjXAUaiAGOo/s1600-h/291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH60aYP_tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bjXAUaiAGOo/s400/291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first restaurant we’ve been to during a stay in China that offered free tissue! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, before heading off to a fruit market, my dad was approached by this old man, who grabbed his hand and said that he had a good fortune and with 10 bucks he would be able to tell him where to get it. LOL!! My dad just laughed and said no thanks, and then the old man moved on to the guy next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fruit market, I saw this weird fruit. It was like an apple and pear fused together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH7gFJMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/joAQPMnlH98/s1600-h/298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH7gFJMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/joAQPMnlH98/s400/298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We road on another boat to our next stop Jade Bell Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH8dHVPgxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RIGUYTHvHqM/s1600-h/300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH8dHVPgxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RIGUYTHvHqM/s400/300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH9LDJXxqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hUAweVPX79Q/s1600-h/318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH9LDJXxqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hUAweVPX79Q/s400/318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop before the tour ended was a coconut factory. Again, no photos were allowed, but there were allow of free samples! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH-iP90uTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CHqN3V0KNQc/s1600-h/328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH-iP90uTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CHqN3V0KNQc/s400/328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my dad and the tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the end of my time at Hainan Island. I had so much fun and would recommend beach lovers to head on over! =D there’s still a lot of things under construction, so in a few years, it’d probably be another paradise on earth. &lt;br /&gt;I fly off to Beijing for a night before a 10 hour flight to Frankfurt, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-6241096225084612085?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6241096225084612085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6241096225084612085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6241096225084612085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-four.html' title='The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Four'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyH0lNxsjOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xqLW-9jSEyE/s72-c/276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2180106312616989506</id><published>2009-12-03T11:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:42:59.117+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with the usual breakfast and then we headed on to a crystal tour. Photos weren’t allowed so I don’t have any. But at this place there was this massive crystal ball. My dad told me to spin it 3 times with my left hand, and happiness will come. I asked my Dad what if I’m already happy? He replied with, “then you’ll be happier”. LOL! Afterwards, I asked my dad if he felt any happier and he said he did. LOL! I plan to make my own happiness, so I don’t need a crystal ball for that, just you baby. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after getting a happiness boost we headed off to SanYa Dongtian Park, which was surrounded by another beach, but this time, there were rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGDKHZL3dI/AAAAAAAAATM/sL_UeUsZ93Q/s1600-h/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGDKHZL3dI/AAAAAAAAATM/sL_UeUsZ93Q/s400/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my dad is wearing a Hawaiian shirt. LOL! I started laughing when I saw him in it. I never thought I’d ever see him in one. But everyone was wearing one, they actually had the shorts too (like that guy in the background). Yeah, I also had a pair. But I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SanYa Dongtian Park, there were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fallen tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGGQjEdlCI/AAAAAAAAATU/oo3-Qg-0h5M/s1600-h/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGGQjEdlCI/AAAAAAAAATU/oo3-Qg-0h5M/s400/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Cave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGHHHbV2wI/AAAAAAAAATc/h-2eL3udO4k/s1600-h/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGHHHbV2wI/AAAAAAAAATc/h-2eL3udO4k/s400/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Temporary Palace of the Dragon King of the South Sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGINugnZsI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ivcmr3o3ZXk/s1600-h/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGINugnZsI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ivcmr3o3ZXk/s400/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three horned cow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGKHbSl49I/AAAAAAAAATs/wYliSdfomek/s1600-h/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGKHbSl49I/AAAAAAAAATs/wYliSdfomek/s400/118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After lunch, we headed off to another temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGL2HfiUsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PvItGXnwwX0/s1600-h/146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGL2HfiUsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PvItGXnwwX0/s400/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGN2CKuOlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WffcnHXUzi0/s1600-h/168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m not Buddhist so I don’t know who the statue in the background is. But my dad said that she is the main reason that he’s at Hainan. That’s the biggest statue in the world of her. And here I was thinking that we were at Hainan because he wanted to show me where his family came from. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGN2CKuOlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WffcnHXUzi0/s1600-h/168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGN2CKuOlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WffcnHXUzi0/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weather got worst, which was awesome for another speed boat ride! We rode the rough seas to see some ... rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGP1wza2qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UYza0F2GNyk/s1600-h/184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGP1wza2qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UYza0F2GNyk/s400/184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGQ_KIAQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GwlxLbXrwhA/s1600-h/177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGQ_KIAQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GwlxLbXrwhA/s400/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGVFBHr1AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7x6Otsu-F0k/s1600-h/180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, I don’t understand what was special about these rocks except those few words on it, but the ride was really fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGVFBHr1AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7x6Otsu-F0k/s1600-h/180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGVFBHr1AI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7x6Otsu-F0k/s400/180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back on shore, there were vultures waiting for us. They keep shoving seashells to us. No matter how much I shake my head, I wasn’t able to shake them off. They followed us back to our bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGVzdUAMaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t3tikBfVmUA/s1600-h/189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGVzdUAMaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t3tikBfVmUA/s400/189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady started screaming at another lady on the bus. Telling her to get down and buy the shells. I started laughing when that lady did get down and we almost drove away without her. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night at Monkey Islet, but getting there wasn’t easy with two 30kgs bags. I thought the boat would sink cause of their weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGW9LLbxJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_PBHEMDLHsg/s1600-h/192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGW9LLbxJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_PBHEMDLHsg/s400/192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2180106312616989506?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2180106312616989506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-three.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2180106312616989506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2180106312616989506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-three.html' title='The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Three'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyGDKHZL3dI/AAAAAAAAATM/sL_UeUsZ93Q/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5733210348288483980</id><published>2009-12-02T10:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:42:35.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Chinese love their tea, so coffee is rarely offered in the mornings. So for a few days now, my Dad had been on coffee-withdraw and he wasn’t happy about it. Thankfully, the morning of day two was filled with nothing but coffee. We went to the local coffee manufacturing company and were offered samples of their different types of coffee, coffee biscuits, and coffee lollies. I gave dad my share. He was a very happy man.  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which reminds me of the time my dad and I were in Guang Zhou and my cousin offered to take my dad to a place where they sold the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; coffee. He said that everyone he'd taken has unanimously agreed it was the best stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;... it turned out to be Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After my dad got his fix, we rode a speed boat to Boundary Island. But because of the rainy weather, the sea was very rough, which made the ride so much more fun! On the other hand, because of the bad weather I couldn’t go scuba diving. =( My dad and I walked around the island instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDyXkGM54I/AAAAAAAAARs/4hsjfKjn4t0/s1600-h/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDyXkGM54I/AAAAAAAAARs/4hsjfKjn4t0/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFv6jpe7dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kYX92_Zj2oo/s1600-h/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFv6jpe7dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kYX92_Zj2oo/s400/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look how strong I am! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At Hainan, meat is a luxury and it’s very expensive. So every meal I had during my stay had been vegetarian. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against vegetarians, but let’s just say if I was a dinosaur, I would be Tyrannosaurus Rex! Fine, maybe I wouldn’t be that big, I’d probably be those creepy small dinosaurs who can open doors in Jurassic Park. I need meat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What’s even worse is that every meal was the same. Mornings would be plain congee, plain buns, boiled egg, vegetables, and plain fried noodles, lunch and dinner was practically the same; there would be tofu, vegetables, slimy fake meat, noodles (which is probably crappy instant noodles) and seaweed soup. So when I saw chicken drumstick for sale, I was about to cry and bought it, even if it costs 12 bucks (2 AUD)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFwveDiTuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9juVDu6WYmo/s1600-h/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFwveDiTuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9juVDu6WYmo/s400/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I tore it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought my dad a beer (how bloke-y is that? =D) LOL He said it’s so diluted it’s like water. Later that night, he proved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to this place called Binglanggu, but before that we had lunch and even before that I really had to pee. So outside this restaurant were the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFyI0EvveI/AAAAAAAAASE/1KlHqPfiWAk/s1600-h/290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFyI0EvveI/AAAAAAAAASE/1KlHqPfiWAk/s400/290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bus ride to this place was too long and I was about to pee myself, so when I got there and I saw a huge line, where people would pay a dollar for tissues, I jumped it. I’ve learnt, and I had brought my own tissues. But some lady blocked my way, and keep saying a dollar, a dollar. I was like ... no thanks I’ve already got my own tissues, you cheap Asian. It turns out she was a cheaper Asian than I thought. &lt;b&gt;I HAD TO PAY A DOLLAR TO PEE!&lt;/b&gt; WTF?! I was so pissed off! (LOL PUN) Never in my life had I ever heard of paying to pee! RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFzgF7bWpI/AAAAAAAAASM/DeVGky5Rdeg/s1600-h/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyFzgF7bWpI/AAAAAAAAASM/DeVGky5Rdeg/s400/112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So what is Binglanggu? It’s a mysterious rainforest! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF1sRySMAI/AAAAAAAAASU/NgEn510WAO0/s1600-h/142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF1sRySMAI/AAAAAAAAASU/NgEn510WAO0/s400/142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this mysterious rainforest I saw a lot of things and I’ve almost died. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF4haCZACI/AAAAAAAAASc/0_2r1YmV_VE/s1600-h/208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF4haCZACI/AAAAAAAAASc/0_2r1YmV_VE/s400/208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thought it would be funny to toy with the monkey. But when he got bored, and walked away, the monkey also disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEN IT CAME BACK TO CLAW MY FOOT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty little bugger that monkey is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I flew across the jungle, flying fox style. It was so awesome. But when they were explaining the safety instructions, I had no idea what was going on and I thought I might die because I didn’t press a button or something. My dad came to the rescue, of course. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF54_ouevI/AAAAAAAAASk/XyGQFmlbvuk/s1600-h/240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF54_ouevI/AAAAAAAAASk/XyGQFmlbvuk/s400/240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at Binglanggu I met Cynthia! =OOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF7JdUuLAI/AAAAAAAAASs/Cwwt21iA-k8/s1600-h/244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF7JdUuLAI/AAAAAAAAASs/Cwwt21iA-k8/s400/244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was another beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF77SOmdbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hFKbn9e6F0E/s1600-h/294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF77SOmdbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hFKbn9e6F0E/s400/294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really a beach person. Yeah, I’m Australian and I don’t like the Beach. =) But at this beach I saw this sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF-TWF6n0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/iwkKX6Gjhao/s1600-h/300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF-TWF6n0I/AAAAAAAAAS8/iwkKX6Gjhao/s400/300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I laughed my arse off! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, my dad paid extra and we had a seafood feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF_FVJySCI/AAAAAAAAATE/AHGR6e5HcEU/s1600-h/306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyF_FVJySCI/AAAAAAAAATE/AHGR6e5HcEU/s400/306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious! =D but this crazy couple wasn’t satisfied and ordered TOFU! I was like ... O_O!&lt;br /&gt;There was unlimited drink so this guy sitting next to me kept encouraging everybody to drink with him. Each bottle is 640mL. My dad and him ended up taking down 4 bottles each. The tour guide was drunk, but my dad was fine. On the way to the hotel, the red faced tour guide, got the microphone on the bus and told everyone he was going to get married in 3 months and then started singing! LOL! It was so funny, and he wasn’t a bad singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5733210348288483980?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5733210348288483980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5733210348288483980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5733210348288483980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-two.html' title='The One at Asian Hawaii- Day Two'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDyXkGM54I/AAAAAAAAARs/4hsjfKjn4t0/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8202739463777130182</id><published>2009-12-01T23:57:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:01:46.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One at Asian Hawaii- Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the last 4 days, I’ve been surrounded by coconut trees and the beach. There’s never a winter in Hainan, it’s like Hawaii- but Asian style. Hainan is really beautiful, and there’s so much to do! But none of the hotels I stayed at had the internet, so I could post up anything! So get ready for a long ass post. =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day One&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up at 6 for breakfast at 7 where my Dad and I met our tour guide and also our tour group. Everyone spoke mandarin. Nobody except the tour guide and my dad could understand me. My dad knows how to speak Cantonese, mandarin, Vietnamese, Hainan dialect, and he even claims he can speak English (only very fobby-ish though). So when people start talking to me, I either point to my dad and smile, and he explains I have no idea what they are talking about, then they further their conversation, looking at me once in a while (even though I have no idea what they’re are saying, I can still tell they’re talking about me =T), or I smile and starts talking in English, they always have the same reaction- ... O_O! If I want to push it a bit further I would go on and say &lt;i&gt;“I’m sorry, but I have an erection, excuse me”&lt;/i&gt;, then walk away with a little chuckle. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first day was jam packed. There was so much stuff to do. I soon realised that my whole tour was stuffed full. The first place we went to was a temple where I discovered my dad and I had the same sign, Horse, and we were destined for &lt;b&gt;popularity&lt;/b&gt;. 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Elegant? HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDWfSOE1wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g-pVgZbmIBA/s1600-h/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDWfSOE1wI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g-pVgZbmIBA/s400/107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS";	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}p.MsoNoSpacing, li.MsoNoSpacing, div.MsoNoSpacing	{mso-style-priority:1;	mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; my brother is definitely not a deep thinker. Far from it. ... Maybe I won’t be president, with that video on YouTube, it might not even be possible. T^T.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We then got on the bus to the next destination. But before that, someone came running towards our tour group with a tray of key chains with photos attached to them. I was like tourists vultures also exist in Hainan but then I looked closer at the photos &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THERE WAS A PHOTO OF MY DAD!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I mean I know my dad’s family originated from Hainan, but come one, he couldn’t be a celebrity, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later I found out that these stalkerish vultures were everywhere! Finding any excuse to take your photo and making you buy it for money. They didn’t just come in key chains, they also had badges, just plainly laminated and more. It was kinda creepy at first but then it got annoying. I didn’t want to buy any of them, because they looked like paparazzi snap shots of you in your worse moment, but I didn’t want them to have those pictures of me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Asian side of me won, I didn’t but any.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then we rode down a river. Kinda like what you see in Venice, but Hainan style- which means instead of a beautiful boat, I got a plank of wood with little wooden chairs stapled on it, with a little Asian man singing Asian songs. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDZQKtVkPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZHjLcfyLJK4/s1600-h/168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDZQKtVkPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ZHjLcfyLJK4/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDaIMnFhUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TakYAlfNq1s/s1600-h/179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDaIMnFhUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TakYAlfNq1s/s400/179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS";	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}p.MsoNoSpacing, li.MsoNoSpacing, div.MsoNoSpacing	{mso-style-priority:1;	mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the vultures strikes again. They came in a noisy speed boat, ruining the scene of the quiet ride. This time, I took a picture of them. Hah, how do you like it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDe5wg_UCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FqDf2Qfg1Xk/s1600-h/187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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I thought maybe it was a religious or tribal thing, cause the place was like a re-enactment of the tribal Hainan people. But it turns out that they had their own photographers, and they wanted to make more money. =T&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Afterwards we headed down to Taiwan village scenic spot, where they greeted us with flowers. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDjLrZPHHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bCnImu2ikpY/s1600-h/277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDjLrZPHHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bCnImu2ikpY/s400/277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We got to wear this cool hat and a funky necklace that kept falling off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDq_fFArcI/AAAAAAAAARM/PDGA3xBqCw8/s1600-h/332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDq_fFArcI/AAAAAAAAARM/PDGA3xBqCw8/s400/332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDr9UMw0FI/AAAAAAAAARU/_VfVi-SAIww/s1600-h/348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDr9UMw0FI/AAAAAAAAARU/_VfVi-SAIww/s400/348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; &lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;  &lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt; &lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJessica%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;  &lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS";	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}p.MsoNoSpacing, li.MsoNoSpacing, div.MsoNoSpacing	{mso-style-priority:1;	mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We watched a performance and later got up for a dance. Actually it was more like holding hands and running in a circle. Well in my dad’s case it was walking, so my arms now feel a little longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Beach was next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDvEB8IOQI/AAAAAAAAARc/Af4kyK50zOI/s1600-h/390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dad and I didn’t bring any beach wear so we went and got ourselves a coconut and enjoyed the view, which marks the end of day one. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDvuhX-MII/AAAAAAAAARk/EPvpEyCvJ1c/s1600-h/432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDvuhX-MII/AAAAAAAAARk/EPvpEyCvJ1c/s400/432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8202739463777130182?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8202739463777130182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8202739463777130182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8202739463777130182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-at-asian-hawaii-day-one.html' title='The One at Asian Hawaii- Day One'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SyDTlfncDkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4Y2202w0U6M/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4527212910060088995</id><published>2009-11-29T18:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:50:46.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with a Bodyguard</title><content type='html'>You know you’re in Guang Zhou, China when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You play a new version of Dodgem Cars every time you cross the road, where you’re the target on the pedestrian crossing and the cars speeds up towards you, even when the lights are green for you to walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if the lights are red, the cars will still keep on driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The police aren’t the law on the roads, military soldiers are. (their cars have a different style of number plates, and even the police are scared of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s a massive line of cars parked near the airport, all with their emergency lights on, because they don’t want to pay for parking fees, so they wait for the call to drive into the airport for pickup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s an advertisement on every surface of the city, even on the handrails on the subway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There the milk is so watered down, all you taste is funky and the yogurt is drunk through a straw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the early morning, or late afternoon, retirees go to the park to dance, sing and play with swords.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people use their local park as their own backyard, growing their own vegetables, cutting the banana tree’s leaves (for wrapping food) and digging up their own watering well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the old people know how to use the internet for gambling. (I find it so impressive that my aunt and uncle is able to use the computer and even more when they showed me how they surf the internet and type words in Chinese, I mean my dad starts screaming thinking the computer broke down with the windows screen saver comes on)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even the train tickets look like gambling chips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cents are in notes. (When I see a note with a number 5 on it, I assume it means 5 dollars. A bus ticket costs 2 dollars, so when I hopped on the bus, and put the bill in the box, I was waiting for 3 bucks change. My aunt says they don’t believe in change but later on when I gave her back the rest of the notes (she gave me 4), she started laughing. I only paid the bus driver 50 cents.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you’re nice and let an old lady go in before you, you’ll never get in. Everybody will push in before you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothings for free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At restaurants there wouldn’t be a box of tissues for you to use, but a packet of tissues that will cost you a dollar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At supermarkets and shops, a plastic shopping bag will also cost you a dollar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People always how their bag tightly in public and anyone who walks in their direction is suspected as a petty thief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s no motorbikes on the roads, because they are now banned- people used the as a tool for snatching purses. (My aunt told me that it’s usually a two man job, one drives whilst another slices the handles of the bags with a knife and snatches it. One time, the thief missed her friend’s bag and slit her arm instead, and drove off. Leaving her friend with a massive cut on her arm and since her friend still had her phone; she called the ambulance and the police, and waited til they arrived so she could faint.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see 6 people on one bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Yum Cha, the people there don’t push a trolley full of food to your table; you have to go to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People smoke inside buildings, like restaurants at their table and put their cigarettes out but stomping on it on the floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s always a constant fog, and the sky is always cloudy. (it’s so ironic that the Chinese flag is full of stars whilst I haven’t seen a single star yet. The moon is barely visible at night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I haven’t been able to post for a couple of days because I’ve been so tired. My cousins have been taking to all the shopping malls and streets in Guang Zhou. I haven’t been able to buy much because it’s either very cheap but bad quality or good quality but very expensive. My dad on the other hand has been in a shopping spree mode. He’s been buying everything. Both my cousins are guys, so it’s quite awkward for me to be shopping with 3 guys. Very awkward actually. But my cousins won’t let me go into shops by myself. He said something about me getting kidnapped cause I look like a kid. I’m an adult thank you very much. But he has made it his duty to be my “body guard”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it’s been a few days, I’m going to show you something awesome, as a little bribe so you’ll forgive me. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Modern Toilet! The most awesome-est restaurant on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxIl55MqOlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EsP6ZRTBh2k/s1600/bodyguard1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxIl55MqOlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EsP6ZRTBh2k/s320/bodyguard1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxIl75Us-cI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ECL1kKbmGqA/s1600/bodyguard2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxIl75Us-cI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ECL1kKbmGqA/s320/bodyguard2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImAnJGviI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jqN901F-YoU/s1600/bodyguard3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImAnJGviI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jqN901F-YoU/s320/bodyguard3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImD3yFg1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NfhjGYBf94g/s1600/bodyguard4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImD3yFg1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NfhjGYBf94g/s320/bodyguard4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImF7cQEhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VaUC2coO8qg/s1600/bodyguard5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImF7cQEhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/VaUC2coO8qg/s320/bodyguard5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImIGS18mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P2ZeTU9GkxY/s1600/bodyguard6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImIGS18mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P2ZeTU9GkxY/s320/bodyguard6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImKPH4VOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/y784v9l0Lq4/s1600/bodyguard7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImKPH4VOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/y784v9l0Lq4/s320/bodyguard7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImMXzjDmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IVAPkY3ziOE/s1600/bodyguard8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImMXzjDmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IVAPkY3ziOE/s320/bodyguard8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was my meal. My dad looked at it and then said to me “Jessica, wash your face before you eat!”&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Get it?! The plate looks like a basin? Wash your face? HAHAHAHA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259480336316"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259480336317"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImOoXIpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fklxsh7WNHI/s1600/bodyguard9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImOoXIpwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fklxsh7WNHI/s320/bodyguard9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImQ-dyJxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pQshe4oZ7XE/s1600/bodyguard10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImQ-dyJxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pQshe4oZ7XE/s320/bodyguard10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImTX3yC_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7oVo__SJ_fc/s1600/bodyguard11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImTX3yC_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7oVo__SJ_fc/s320/bodyguard11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Man, I couldn’t stop laughing every time the waitress brought a new dish out. Everything tasted delicious despite its appearance. I had so much fun! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointing thing was that its toilets were just holes in the floor. I mean come one. You have toilets as seats but not in the bathroom. I told my cousins to bring one of the “seats” to the toilet. But they where bolted to the ground. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m in Hainan Island right now, which is a southern island of China. I’ll be posting about my tour which will start tomorrow. I’m currently staying at Haikou Tower Hotel, which isn’t as nice as the hotel in Beijing, but I’ll only be here for the night. =D I’ll be moving to many different hotels during my stay in the Hainan Island. Fingers crossed the next one will be nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImVenDm8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vjP3-3EUS9Y/s1600/bodyguard12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxImVenDm8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vjP3-3EUS9Y/s320/bodyguard12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jay Chou’s face is plastered all over the supermarket. On chip packets, biscuits, and even drinks.&lt;br /&gt;--.- --- ..- / .- .-. . / .- .-- . ... --- -- .&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome in Morse Code. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259480336289"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1259480336290"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4527212910060088995?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4527212910060088995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-bodyguard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4527212910060088995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4527212910060088995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-bodyguard.html' title='The One with a Bodyguard'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SxIl55MqOlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EsP6ZRTBh2k/s72-c/bodyguard1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7915659449204488699</id><published>2009-11-23T23:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:38:22.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One where it isn’t Fog</title><content type='html'>Most of the people on the tour left for the next city, but my dad and I, and another family had another day here in Beijing. My dad thought, since the tour left, the buffet breakfast wouldn’t be open, so we had room service. I’d never thought I’d ever have the luxury of room service. Only in China I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward me and my dad took a walk outside to kill time and we found out that KFC here has delivery! =O That’s awesome! We were supposed to meet in the lobby at 11:30. We got back to the hotel with a few minutes to spare, and met with our tour guide Alan, but the other family was nowhere in sight. &lt;b&gt;Half an hour&lt;/b&gt; pass and finally they return from their shopping trip. Instead of apologising, they strolled in, and walked straight to their hotel room to get ready. Inconsiderate people. Acting like it was okay for me to wait for them, wasting my precious time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were finally ready, we headed to this park where you climb 4 flights of stairs (yes I know, more stairs, my legs know this torture very well now), and your suppose to have a really awesome view of the forbidden city. But this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzZo17MW9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WRDuDh6EJ68/s1600/fog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzZo17MW9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WRDuDh6EJ68/s320/fog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;It’s not fog, its smog.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really such a shame, it would have been such a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost tumbling down the stairs, we head of to lunch by bike. I have no idea what’s the bike thing is called, but to me it’s like a modern day chariot, where the horse is replaced by a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbjoNsVJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i_BJudUSnkM/s1600/fog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbjoNsVJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i_BJudUSnkM/s320/fog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzboFIafaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/erahGAI5uKc/s1600/fog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzboFIafaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/erahGAI5uKc/s320/fog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When rode through the back streets of Beijing, and arrived at someone’s house for lunch. It was quite weird at first, but honestly, the home cooked food is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbuxF8eOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/E8zXoo3xHCg/s1600/fog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbuxF8eOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/E8zXoo3xHCg/s320/fog4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbyRLLfeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9EgEnlLlR_c/s1600/fog5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzbyRLLfeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9EgEnlLlR_c/s320/fog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we got driven to the silk market, when I learnt how silk is made. It’s quite gross. Silk worms. And we were shown around the shop. The silk blankets and clothing are so soft and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzb3z1J6DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V6ECHygyuY8/s1600/fog6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzb3z1J6DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V6ECHygyuY8/s320/fog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the silk market, we headed off to see the Imperial College.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzb9G38DnI/AAAAAAAAANE/9iRVdb_y3D0/s1600/fog7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzb9G38DnI/AAAAAAAAANE/9iRVdb_y3D0/s320/fog7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is where the lecturer used to sit to teach the students. The Chinese really knew how to show authority, aye? Look at it. It’s like a throne. It’s very different from UNSW. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcBjuVduI/AAAAAAAAANM/PIDx4juhRqw/s1600/fog8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcBjuVduI/AAAAAAAAANM/PIDx4juhRqw/s320/fog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcHPsMTKI/AAAAAAAAANU/OosTOAX0U1E/s1600/fog9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcHPsMTKI/AAAAAAAAANU/OosTOAX0U1E/s320/fog9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcMwlLmYI/AAAAAAAAANc/_6adrw36t1A/s1600/fog10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcMwlLmYI/AAAAAAAAANc/_6adrw36t1A/s320/fog10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;College student applicants would hang these red planks around a statute of Confucius to wish them luck in their exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we were suppose to head off to watch a Kung Fu Show, but the other family would rather go to the markets instead. They haven’t had enough shopping! It was completely ridiculous. Throughout the whole tour, they would drag the group behind because they were inside souvenir shops, or buying for street vendors. So we went to the silk street instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcQtLJJYI/AAAAAAAAANk/heLnpyunC6Q/s1600/fog11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcQtLJJYI/AAAAAAAAANk/heLnpyunC6Q/s320/fog11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcVFz2NvI/AAAAAAAAANs/m1eyPRzdyrU/s1600/fog13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcVFz2NvI/AAAAAAAAANs/m1eyPRzdyrU/s320/fog13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to another market, which is exactly like this, except here, the shop assistants ignore you if your Asian, cause they earn more money ripping off foreigners. So my dad and I headed off to McDonalds buy dinner. It’s so cheap here. A whole meal would cost you approximately $2.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcZ85hD6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fkMDKRsV0EE/s1600/fog14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcZ85hD6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fkMDKRsV0EE/s320/fog14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcgZlDxzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mEuFl9Neqiw/s1600/fog15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzcgZlDxzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mEuFl9Neqiw/s320/fog15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love trying foreign Maccas, they have a different things on their menu. In Beijing Maccas, they have chocolate pie! I didn’t eat any of the food until I got back to the hotel so I could webcam to Cynthia whilst eating the chocolate pie! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that we were suppose to meet up at 5:30pm, but yet again I found myself waiting for that family for &lt;b&gt;half an hour&lt;/b&gt;. WTF!? It was cold and I was pissed. Not happy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of my Beijing tour. I’m heading off to Guang Zhou next. Staying with family and going on a shopping spree. I don’t know if I’m going to have access to internet then, if I don’t it’ll be a few days til the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture of the day (taken by Cynthia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzci8TJACI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UvpO5XqYc-s/s1600/fog16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swzci8TJACI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UvpO5XqYc-s/s320/fog16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don’t I make an awesome Marilyn Monroe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7915659449204488699?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7915659449204488699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-where-it-isnt-fog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7915659449204488699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7915659449204488699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-where-it-isnt-fog.html' title='The One where it isn’t Fog'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwzZo17MW9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WRDuDh6EJ68/s72-c/fog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3347156637127311634</id><published>2009-11-22T23:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:07:06.291+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One who conquered the Great Wall ...barely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The tour left this morning at 8am for the Long Di Superior Jade Gallery, where we had a guide show us how jade sculptures were made and how you can tell whether a jade is real or not. &amp;amp; since most Asians have some sort of jade jewellery, they all start thrusting them at the guide to authenticate it. Afterwards there was a whole floor where you can purchase different types of jade sculptures, jewellery or art. Apparently it’s very cheap at that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnklZn13NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KnvbFH-JD6I/s1600/wall1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnklZn13NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KnvbFH-JD6I/s320/wall1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnlBoFRKeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KEp2Vm72TKo/s1600/wall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnlBoFRKeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KEp2Vm72TKo/s320/wall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we headed for the Great Wall of China. My Dad and I were determined to climb to the peak of the Great Wall which is where the red building is on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swnl4mWhVSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lezsQyT8PWg/s1600/wall3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swnl4mWhVSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lezsQyT8PWg/s320/wall3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnmWGOFIvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pfUgcQsLV2E/s1600/wall4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnmWGOFIvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pfUgcQsLV2E/s320/wall4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It took us an hour to climb up and down. It costs me 2 legs, 2 lungs and almost a heart. It was so cold, the air was freezing, but if I covered my face, I couldn’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnmynmcnDI/AAAAAAAAALE/gWyebs71XlM/s1600/wall5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnmynmcnDI/AAAAAAAAALE/gWyebs71XlM/s320/wall5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture almost killed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No even kidding. The stairs were very uneven and covered with slippery ice. When we finally got to the top my Dad stared to scream our, we’re heroes! LOL! He was like, if you climb to the top, you’re a hero. ... I didn’t know the Great Wall gives your super powers? My dad was like imagine what it must have been for them to actually build the Great Wall, and think of how many people have died for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Great Wall, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enough people have died for you. You won’t take me down. I’m too awesome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love Jessica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Lunch, we headed to the Summer Palace at sunset on a winter’s day, where the Emperor would stay in the summer. LOL! There’s a man-made lake and hill. The lake was frozen. That’s how cold it is. Lakes actually freeze. That’s something you’ll never see in Sydney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnoKlcjfOI/AAAAAAAAALM/zGB513gqtCs/s1600/wall6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnoKlcjfOI/AAAAAAAAALM/zGB513gqtCs/s320/wall6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnojFffVKI/AAAAAAAAALU/PZpws73zT0o/s1600/wall8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnojFffVKI/AAAAAAAAALU/PZpws73zT0o/s320/wall8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swno-n75PSI/AAAAAAAAALc/qSFoU9RplTo/s1600/wall9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swno-n75PSI/AAAAAAAAALc/qSFoU9RplTo/s320/wall9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnpjyMIf3I/AAAAAAAAALk/t_61w2DdfS8/s1600/wall10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnpjyMIf3I/AAAAAAAAALk/t_61w2DdfS8/s320/wall10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we headed to the Pearl Market, where a guide open a clam and showed us where the pearls come from. The clam she opened has 36 pearls inside! =O I thought clams had 1 pearl each! So 36 was like woah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched an acrobatic show afterwards and then we had dinner at A Fun Ti Culture. I highly recommend you go there if you ever have the chance. The food was great and the entertainment was so awesome! It was so fun! There were belly dancers, musicians, some “ballet” guy (but I think his a stripper), audience games, lucky draws, table top dancing and most importantly “sexy girls” (that’s what they called them)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqKvdS05I/AAAAAAAAALs/8E9a1emHalA/s1600/wall11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqKvdS05I/AAAAAAAAALs/8E9a1emHalA/s320/wall11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqeNOYVxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tB7ctaVeCPU/s1600/wall12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqeNOYVxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tB7ctaVeCPU/s320/wall12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Hosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqxjpptjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s8XbMZJZC04/s1600/wall13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnqxjpptjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s8XbMZJZC04/s320/wall13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Sexy Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnrGU3oemI/AAAAAAAAAME/KgJQrxwx2CI/s1600/wall14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnrGU3oemI/AAAAAAAAAME/KgJQrxwx2CI/s320/wall14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that’s the end of the day. My legs are so tired, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk to the bed. But it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnrjAZkevI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R0OPRm_Fuo0/s1600/wall15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnrjAZkevI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R0OPRm_Fuo0/s320/wall15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My Dad and I taking a break on the stairs of the Great Wall of China. Doesn’t he look like the abominable snow man? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3347156637127311634?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3347156637127311634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-who-conquered-great-wall-barely.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3347156637127311634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3347156637127311634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-who-conquered-great-wall-barely.html' title='The One who conquered the Great Wall ...barely'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwnklZn13NI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KnvbFH-JD6I/s72-c/wall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1609920831411106944</id><published>2009-11-21T23:14:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:08:16.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with No Toilet Paper- Happy Birthday Daniel Duong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Today was the first day of my Beijing Tour. It was filled with many tourists’ destinations and activities, that I’m so tired right now. My tour group has 29 people (which is apparently small) and surprisingly I’m not the youngest! And though my wish of a cute guy to be in my group came true, he’s only 5, but oh so very adorable! =3! Here’s a group photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiCzfVd90I/AAAAAAAAAI0/k3haHDUmFis/s1600/groupphoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiCzfVd90I/AAAAAAAAAI0/k3haHDUmFis/s320/groupphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The bus left at 7:30am for Tiananmen Square. You had to go past a security check to get in, but once you’re in, your targeted by people who “offer” (more like grab onto you and won’t let go until you buy something) your tourist souvenir items. Tiananmen Square is surrounded by pillars, there are 56 of them and each of the pillars represents a Chinese Provence. In the centre of Tiananmen Square there is the Monument of the People’s Heroes and across the road is Chairman Mao’s Memorial Hall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiDT_V9djI/AAAAAAAAAI8/No43Df7jJY8/s1600/columns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiDT_V9djI/AAAAAAAAAI8/No43Df7jJY8/s320/columns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiDkLnSpBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ev1IAsEbGhM/s1600/memhall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiDkLnSpBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ev1IAsEbGhM/s320/memhall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiD4Dto1II/AAAAAAAAAJM/Zd2DxEFgSlk/s1600/jessicahall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiD4Dto1II/AAAAAAAAAJM/Zd2DxEFgSlk/s320/jessicahall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Subsequently, we travelled through an underground tunnel to reach the Forbidden City (or otherwise as known as the Palace Museum).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiEJ5n3GxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Br2nbrTIyOw/s1600/chophead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiEJ5n3GxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Br2nbrTIyOw/s320/chophead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This is where people get their heads chopped off as punishment, back in the old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiEcV_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-ykwUJS4-Vs/s1600/dadchop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiEcV_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-ykwUJS4-Vs/s320/dadchop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiE1lmg-4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_gbdCmlT28Q/s1600/yangxing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiE1lmg-4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_gbdCmlT28Q/s320/yangxing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiFKwqQw8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zhFrA41JQG8/s1600/toilet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiFKwqQw8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zhFrA41JQG8/s320/toilet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The Forbidden City is so big! It’s absolutely breathtaking. We saw where the emperor used to sleep, his garden, his throne, the place he went to study and so much more. But apparently I’ve only seen about 30% of it! Which I thought was ridiculous, why would you need such a big space? The tour guide said &lt;i&gt;“Well, he had approximately 3000 concubines.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Horny much? He probably overdosed on Viagra or something? I mean 3000!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around for a couple of hours, I was busting to go to the bathroom, but there was a huge line. When I finally reached the front of the line, I see symbols on each of the doors. On closer inspection, I found that they were indicating that inside the cubicle was either a hole in the ground or an actual toilet seat. There were only 2 of the toilet seat and I absolutely refuse to pee in a hole in the ground! It took me forever to finally get inside the cubicle, only to find that &lt;b&gt;they do not offer toilet paper! &lt;/b&gt;Come on! What the hell? How cheap can you get? I had to go outside to get tissues and go through the long ass line again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Next on the agenda was this medicine facility place, where some old guy comes and tells you whether you’re sick or not. The diagnosis is free, so my Dad had a go. The “doctor” told him to buy 1200 bucks worth of medicine ($200AUD), and my Dad was like ... No. LOL! So we walked out and went to the shops. We walked past some Night Food stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiFiGxhSII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/t97N5fcL6gw/s1600/starfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiFiGxhSII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/t97N5fcL6gw/s320/starfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiF5W173lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gvc9kuIC_7M/s1600/kebab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiF5W173lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gvc9kuIC_7M/s320/kebab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Starfish kebab, beetle or slimy thing on a stick anyone? Eww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sanlintun Yashow Clothing Market was our next stop. It’s fake goods galore. There are no prices on any of the items; it’s all based on your haggling skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you speak English to them, they’ll start the prices up very high. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you speak Cantonese to them, the prices will be a bit lower.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you speak Mandarin to them, the prices will be even lower.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you speak with a Beijing accent, the prices will start at the lowest start up price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Apparently after haggling with them, if you don’t buy from them, they will scream at you. When I heard that I was too afraid to approach any of the stores, so I just browsed around. The best person to come here with is my Mum. She’s the haggling queen. But man, I saw this poor lady being grabbed by 5 shop assistants at one time and she struggled to walk away to get out of their grasps. It was quite amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dinner we went to the Olympic Park, which marked the end of a tiring first day of the tour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiGNpiNnAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jyXDPdjnrxc/s1600/birdsnest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiGNpiNnAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jyXDPdjnrxc/s320/birdsnest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Bird’s Nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiGiSzxkfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A5D5u4xPph8/s1600/aquaticcentre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiGiSzxkfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A5D5u4xPph8/s320/aquaticcentre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Aquatic Centre (Bubbles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Favourite Picture of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiG3d59hqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oulL-neyGO4/s1600/jessicadad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiG3d59hqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oulL-neyGO4/s320/jessicadad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Doesn’t my Dad remind you of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiHKImiZAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H5J3GgzQGz0/s1600/lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiHKImiZAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H5J3GgzQGz0/s320/lion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A Lion! LOL! HAHAHA! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1609920831411106944?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1609920831411106944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-no-toilet-paper-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1609920831411106944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1609920831411106944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-no-toilet-paper-happy-birthday.html' title='The One with No Toilet Paper- Happy Birthday Daniel Duong'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwiCzfVd90I/AAAAAAAAAI0/k3haHDUmFis/s72-c/groupphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2814806998917689906</id><published>2009-11-21T14:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:16:02.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One where the Fish Died</title><content type='html'>After trying and failing to get in contact with my brother this morning, I took a nap since I didn’t get any sleep on the plane. There wasn’t any leg room, and the lady behind me had her legs pressed up on the back of my chair, stopping me from tilting it back. So I sat upright the whole night. Not happy. But Sex and the City kept me company. LOVE IT! =D! They had that movie, What happens in Vegas, Atonement, Kung Fu Panda, and Madagascar playing. Awesome selection of movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, my dad suggested we go exploring Beijing ourselves. Our Beijing tour starts tomorrow, but it doesn’t include the Temple of Heaven, so that’s where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwdaTpH0j6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fNg6FbpZFWk/s1600/toh.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwdaTpH0j6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fNg6FbpZFWk/s320/toh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwdaWdAGrXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gmvgLbgRVFw/s1600/jessicatemple.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwdaWdAGrXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gmvgLbgRVFw/s320/jessicatemple.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s honestly so cold here, that my nose was about to fall off. (My mum was like “...who’s that girl? She’s stealing your spotlight” LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, my brother finally returned my messages, and I webcamed with my mum and told her about my day. My dad is usually the one who feeds my dog, Max and the fish, now that responsibility has been passed down to my brother whilst we’re travelling. During our conversation my brother told me a fish has died. Only one night has passed and a fish has already died. LOL! I laughed so hard when he told me. I swear by the time we get back, there won’t be any fish to come home to. But if Max isn’t there, I’m going to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight marks the end of my first day in Beijing, China (a long way from my Lovers); &amp;amp; this is what I’ve discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chinese drive on the wrong side of the road and don’t use seat belts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Even if you’re on the pedestrian crossing, and the man is flashing green, cars and buses will still try to run you over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People will come after you if you refuse to buy their goods. I was surrounded by five old ladies with them shoving shuttlecocks, soft toys and fans in my face. Scariest thing ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They will laugh at you when you say thank you in English (maybe they think I’m Chinese and I was showing off my English skills?), but they’ll laugh at you even more when you say thank you in Mandarin with a funny accent. Maybe I’ll just not say thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chinese are perverted. There’s a HUGE window in the bathroom, so you can view from the bedroom. It’s nicely framed and everything. Thank god for the blinds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haggling is not used to get the cheapest price, but the fairest. Apparently they mark up the prices, so only if you know how to haggle you can get the goods for a decent price.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are toilets that flush automatically. This scared the living shits out of me (PUN), but yeah, I didn’t know the toilet flushed by itself so when it did, I thought a monster was coming out to eat me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you with a rare moment where my dad smiles (maybe because he has beer?), this is probably my favourite picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swdar0u6IvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7zE_8oX2LCI/s1600/jessicadad.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Swdar0u6IvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7zE_8oX2LCI/s320/jessicadad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2814806998917689906?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2814806998917689906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-where-fish-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2814806998917689906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2814806998917689906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-where-fish-died.html' title='The One where the Fish Died'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwdaTpH0j6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/fNg6FbpZFWk/s72-c/toh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2011813311609461741</id><published>2009-11-20T22:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:56:00.049+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One with All the Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Drama, drama, drama. I guess if there wasn’t any drama, then it’s wouldn’t be me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I arrived at the airport at 7pm, thinking the baggage limit was 30kgs, as did my father. My bag was 31.5kg, whilst my dad was 27kg. Why was my bag so heavy? No, I did not bring my whole wardrobe, for some reason Asians love to bring abalone, Nougat lollies, and those sheep cream thingy that I have never used, overseas as gifts. They weigh a tonne! So when I got to the airport to check-in and I saw the 20kg baggage limit sign, I started to panic. What was I going to do? It’s embarrassing opening my suitcase and digging out stuff in front of everyone. But thank god, my suitcase when through fine, without any extra charges, just an orange sticker indicating it was heavy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My flight left at 9pm, so after checking in, my family decided to look around duty-free, as you do in the airport. 8pm was coming up, and so my dad and I decided to part ways from my uncle, brother and mummy. Whilst we were lining up to go through the security check, there was a huge argument between a lady and the security guard in front of me and another between a man and another security guard behind me. I giggled my way through until I got through the metal detector, but my dad was stopped by the security and pulled aside. I had no idea what was going on, Border Security had already made me nervous enough, and now my dad was given a document for him to read. I was like ... what the hell? I thought he was being read he’s rights and going to be arrested. LOL! It turned out to be a random frisk search, but I swear, they pick out my dad because he looks like a threat. If I was working there, I’d probably pick him out too. LOL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;After we went through the security, we headed for the TRS (Tax Refund S..Service?) to get 10% back from my camera and then I looked at the time, it was 8:53pm! I was nowhere near my gate! 7 minutes til the plane takes off, my dad and I was sprinting through the airport to the gate which was so very far away. We got told off by the guards so bad! T^T. He was like &lt;i&gt;“I was about to take your bags off the plane and won’t let you board the flight!” &lt;/i&gt;=OO Scared me! I didn’t bring my phone, so I don’t have the time. Which reminds me, &lt;b&gt;do not send dirty text or call my number- you’ll get my brother. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When we boarded the plane, the walk way was so narrow that my carry on kept hitting everybody on the head. I think they hate me. T^T But lucky when I finally found my seat, which was all the way at the back of the plane, I saw the girl sitting next to me with the book “New Moon”. So I asked her if she watch the movie that was released yesterday, which she replied she had in the morning. We started talking about everything. Her name is Iris and she goes to USYD at the Lidcombe Campus. Hopefully I get to see her again. ... one day. I didn’t get her details because we got separated through customs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She told me that during my stay in China, I wouldn’t be able to access sites such as Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube. =OOOO I was so shocked. I didn’t really care much for either of those sites, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;but I can’t log into my blogsite!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I was like WTF?! So hopefully Alysse will be kind enough to update it for me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I’m currently staying in the West International Trade Hotel, Beijing, China. It’s actually very pretty and I’m very impressed. =D! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwaB3jBuFPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YfQsjyJ0GSM/s1600/jessica.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwaDk7ySDgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ta1w7A7SKuA/s1600/jessicablog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwaDk7ySDgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ta1w7A7SKuA/s320/jessicablog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2011813311609461741?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2011813311609461741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-all-drama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2011813311609461741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2011813311609461741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-with-all-drama.html' title='The One with All the Drama'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SwaDk7ySDgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ta1w7A7SKuA/s72-c/jessicablog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-411425613205050638</id><published>2009-11-19T07:51:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:46:59.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Before It Begins &amp; Happy Birthday Maggie</title><content type='html'>This will probably be my last post before I leave! =) The last couple of days have been awesome. I meet awesome people at Taster day, had an awesome dinner with some awesome people, had a surprise night visit from friends (which is very rare since I apparently live in whoop whoop land).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go I thought I'll write about what I'll be missing when I'm overseas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching late night trashy sham shows such as Rock of Love with my wife, Alysse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the annual tradition that I spend New Years Eve with Jess Fung.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pigging out and shopping with Cynthia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas and New Years with my Lovers &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home-cooked dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum's lame jokes and pissing off my brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mass-texting my friends about the most random things. =) Abusing my 300$ Cap. Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There's probably heaps more stuff but I'm too excited for my trip! =DD I'll update my blog whenever I have access to the internet, which hopefully is often, or at least more that once a week- I can't miss out on One Piece. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-411425613205050638?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/411425613205050638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-before-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/411425613205050638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/411425613205050638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-before-it-begins.html' title='The One Before It Begins &amp; Happy Birthday Maggie'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8967353021120647154</id><published>2009-11-18T13:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:45:40.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>$16.26</title><content type='html'>That's all I have left in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8967353021120647154?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8967353021120647154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/1625.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8967353021120647154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8967353021120647154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/1625.html' title='$16.26'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1747922290696955700</id><published>2009-11-14T19:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:49:49.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans</title><content type='html'>There's a change in my travel plans. I'll still be leaving on the 19th, but instead of heading to London first, I'll be travelling around China. First stop would be Bejing, then Guang Zhou, and lastly Hainan Island. I'll be in China for 3 weeks. Then I'll be flying to Germany, where I'll be staying with Family til the 23rd December. After that I'll be flying to London and starting my 17 days tour around Europe. I'm coming home on the 8 January 2010. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 whole months without me! Don't miss me too much! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1747922290696955700?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1747922290696955700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-of-plans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1747922290696955700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1747922290696955700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5178538708777140331</id><published>2009-11-14T16:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:14:04.579+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sv44gdFTnqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6GUvNusyxg/s1600-h/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sv44gdFTnqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6GUvNusyxg/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mum keeps hassling me about packing. I mean what do I really need to pack? I've already packed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 jackets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 pairs of stockings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 hoody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 singlets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of shorts and a shirt (just in case it goes hot, you'll never know. Plus it'd be handy when I come back to 40 degrees weather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 sweater dresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 long sleeve shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pair of PJs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hurlstone 2008 Year 12 jersey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 pair of gloves&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 beanies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 pair of undergarments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of gum boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I mean I can't pack anything else, cause I still need them. Oh yeah, I still need to buy comfortable walking shoes, that hopefully looks reasonably nice. I mean I can hope that fashion and comfort and combine powers once in a while. Right? Mum says not to take Rabens over, cause the snow (yes, there's snow! =D) will soak through and I'll die with frost bite. I inherit my exaggeration techniques from her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5178538708777140331?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5178538708777140331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5178538708777140331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5178538708777140331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sv44gdFTnqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6GUvNusyxg/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7457372362659752274</id><published>2009-11-13T23:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:47:34.429+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride?</title><content type='html'>Well I'm typing this post in my living room instead of the norm being my bedroom. Why is that? Because of my stupid brother. Well this is the story. I went out to the living room to watch the Harry Potter movie on the Full HD TV. Then my brother comes out and goes &lt;i&gt;"go back to you room, I want to watch sports"&lt;/i&gt;. I mean WTF?! What gives him the right to order me around like that with no respect. I mean I reserve the right to boss him around, because I'm older. So I responded with &lt;i&gt;"No, go outside to watch it"&lt;/i&gt;, since there's another HD TV outside. But the dick head ignored me and started to manually change the channel on the TV itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done in that situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I retaliated with the remote and started to press channel 9 (the channel HP was on). This goes on for a while before I switched off the television in fear that our battle of the channels would ruin the TV. The dick head then turns to the piano and starts playing loudly at 11 at night, which is highly inappropriate. So what was I suppose to do? Succumb to his threats? No. I ignored him like you would to a naughty child. So that's what happened for a while, him playing on the piano, whilst I laid there in front of the closed Television. Unfortunately my mother comes out, awaken from her sleep by the racket, and questions my brother. In order to calm my mother down, I retrieved to my room. Not before my brother telling me to &lt;i&gt;"pass him the remote"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hell I would, Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how would you have handled that situation? Would you have swallowed your pride and retrieve to you room at the very beginning to avoid this mess, or would you have put up a fight too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I know for sure is that I'm related to an arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm a proud new owner of a Panasonic Lumix DMC FZ35, which I named "Tsuki". I'll shall post up photos tomorrow, after I test it out on Sydney's Night Life. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7457372362659752274?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7457372362659752274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7457372362659752274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7457372362659752274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/pride.html' title='Pride?'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5178590659401986490</id><published>2009-11-11T22:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:21:22.091+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Woolies</title><content type='html'>I did a lot today. I went to the&amp;nbsp; dry cleaners then the doctors in the morning, but the wait was so long, I ended up getting my Swine Flu Shot in the afternoon. It still hurts though. T^T I asked my Doctor whether or not I needed additional vaccinations, since I'll be traveling around China as well as Europe. He replied with, &lt;i&gt;"Europe is a very clean place so all you have to worry about is the Swine Flu, but with China, as long as you don't eat shit from the ground, you'll be fine".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I actually like my doctor, he's very friendly and always asks me about other aspects of my life, that doesn't involve my health. Makes going to the doctors a less painful experience. =) He also told me that when I go to the Airport, I should go to someplace where I get 10% back on the things I bought such as my Camera. You can also get 10% on goods such as watches; stuff that you bought in Australia but you're taking it with you overseas- this is because of the GST. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, my dad treated me to lunch. Cabramatta has changed quite a fair bit, since the last time I've been. Theres alot of new restaurant, so my dad to me to one and I had yummy duck noodle soup. =) After lunch, my dad and I seperated. I went to the bank and was pleasantly surprised with the new furnishing. Its so pretty now. I met the foreign exchange teller, who was very helpful. I asked him of my options for financing my China and Europe trip. He suggested I use this repaid travel card. Let me spell out the charges this card has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$15 - to buy the actual card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;$3.50 - ATM withdrawal fee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1% reload amount&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they charge you if you don't use the card for 3 months&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they'll charge you to check your account balance at an ATM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was gob smacked with all the fees. So I asked Albert (the teller) if they'll charge me if I EFTPOS. He was like no. I followed that question with &lt;i&gt;"what if I EFTPOS and withdraw money, like you can at Woolies?"&lt;/i&gt; He was like no one has ever asked that before, and so he had to call up someone and they said no fees will apply. YES!~ I'm going to hit the Euro Woolies, and just withdraw there. I mean I had to pay $1700 for 1000 Euros because of the exchange rate. That's already painful enough, and now the bank wants to slowly eat away my money as well. I'm about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica is going broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5178590659401986490?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5178590659401986490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/euro-woolies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5178590659401986490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5178590659401986490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/euro-woolies.html' title='Euro Woolies'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7263510610474927894</id><published>2009-11-10T22:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:55:36.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sedustress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoreview.com.au/reviews/advanced/PowerShot-SX20_front_sml.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://www.photoreview.com.au/reviews/advanced/PowerShot-SX20_front_sml.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoreview.com.au/reviews/advanced/PowerShot-SX20_back_sml.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://www.photoreview.com.au/reviews/advanced/PowerShot-SX20_back_sml.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Canon PowerShot SX20 IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At the Good Guys Exclusive VIP Sale (cause I'm a very important person bitch.), this camera RRP $749 was on sale for $599 for me. This baby almost got me hooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Look at that flip out LCD Screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; If only it wasn't AA Battery powered and the LCD screen was bigger. Yes size does matter. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7263510610474927894?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7263510610474927894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sedustress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7263510610474927894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7263510610474927894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sedustress.html' title='The Sedustress'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3771716945936839157</id><published>2009-11-10T17:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:09:45.472+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Table</title><content type='html'>I went to the Casula Markets with my parents and my uncle on Sunday, before my cousin Kevin's 23rd. Look what I picked up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvkCML_yk3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/byWw7MTOvOM/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvkCML_yk3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/byWw7MTOvOM/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't she a beauty? Bought it for $70. She's in my mum's room right now, but after I come back and renovate my room, she's coming to live with me. Well my mum says she's keeping it, but I saw it first. I should charge her rent. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3771716945936839157?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3771716945936839157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3771716945936839157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3771716945936839157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-table.html' title='My Table'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvkCML_yk3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/byWw7MTOvOM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7298465301087445374</id><published>2009-11-10T14:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:51:15.577+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Be Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalcamerawarehouse.com.au/images/panasonicfz35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://www.digitalcamerawarehouse.com.au/images/panasonicfz35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0033ff; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1702458672214514636-7298465301087445374?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7298465301087445374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7298465301087445374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7298465301087445374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-be-mine.html' title='Baby Be Mine'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3375474623356188333</id><published>2009-11-09T23:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:37:48.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jessica</title><content type='html'>Had a lovely date with my wifey, Alysse today. We walked all across the city, indulging in the much needed retail therapy. She decided to torture me and gives me my birthday card (which is apparently is the most awesome-est card ever) with strict instructions not to open it til my birthday. ... that's like shoving cake in front of a fat kid and telling him not to eat it. Its borderline cruel! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvjfapWS1gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6js1iWiJCYQ/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvjfapWS1gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6js1iWiJCYQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvjfiLIwWkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PQcwesIV-yA/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvjfiLIwWkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PQcwesIV-yA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL! &lt;i&gt;"Stop reading through the envelope"&lt;/i&gt; ngaww, you know me too well! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3375474623356188333?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3375474623356188333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3375474623356188333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3375474623356188333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-jessica.html' title='Happy Birthday Jessica'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvjfapWS1gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6js1iWiJCYQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8885283429049555517</id><published>2009-11-08T01:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:08:09.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thefuntheory.com/"&gt;The Fun Theory&lt;/a&gt; is an initiative from the good people a Volkswagen. The theory is that &lt;i&gt;something as simple as fun is the easiest way to change people’s behaviour for the better. Be it for yourself, for the environment, or for something entirely different, the only thing that matters is that it’s change for the better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, "Take the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator and feel better" is something we often hear or read in the Sunday papers. Few people actually follow that advice. Can we get more people to take the stairs over the escalator by making it fun to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is absolutely &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;genius&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Even a lazy person like me (who would rather wait another 10 minutes for a train than run to catch the one approaching) would use the stairs. They have other experiments and they are currently holding a competitions for new ideas! I'm trying hard to think of one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8885283429049555517?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8885283429049555517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8885283429049555517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8885283429049555517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-theory.html' title='The Fun Theory'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-820309663855168369</id><published>2009-11-07T15:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:05:53.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution to Speeding Fines</title><content type='html'>A police officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Officer: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;May I see your driver's license?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Officer:&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; May I see the owner's card for this vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: It's not my car. I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Officer &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The car is stolen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the glove box when I was putting my gun in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Officer: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There's a gun in the glove box?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Officer: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There's a BODY in the TRUNK?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this the officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Captain:&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Sir, can I see your license?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Sure, Here it is.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was valid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Captain: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Who's car is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: It's mine officer, here's the owner' card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The driver owned the car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Captain:&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there's a gun in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there was nothing in the glove box.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Captain: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Would you mind opening the trunk? I was told you said there's a body in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: No problem.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trunk is opened; no body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Captain: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glove box, and that there was a dead body in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Driver: Yeah, I'll bet the lying b*****d told you I was speeding too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;That was so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-820309663855168369?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/820309663855168369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/solution-to-speeding-fines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/820309663855168369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/820309663855168369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/solution-to-speeding-fines.html' title='Solution to Speeding Fines'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2567190529172051881</id><published>2009-11-06T23:18:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:07:18.905+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Renovation</title><content type='html'>I've been planning on a bedroom makeover for ages. &lt;b&gt;It will be done this holidays.&lt;/b&gt; Here are some of my ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvONDUUBu5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HkIgSOccxxE/s1600-h/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvONDUUBu5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HkIgSOccxxE/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its an antique chandelier with crystal and leaf patterns. $61 eBay. Still in box. Apparently, since my house is really old, it doesn't have a safety hook for the chandelier. That's what my uncle said, so now I need to find a pro. and ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOfwOYVwkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lu_7DslFT8A/s1600-h/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOfwOYVwkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lu_7DslFT8A/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOf2rn4juI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GGxWdoMFX-I/s1600-h/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOf2rn4juI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GGxWdoMFX-I/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favourite things about my room is the ceiling. I bought the chandelier cause I thought it'd suit it. I love the details on the ceiling, but the paint is peeling, and I don't know how to restore it without harming the patterns. I was thinking having painting a black border around the patterns to accentuate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/68168_PE182320_S4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/68168_PE182320_S4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mum bought me an&amp;nbsp; armless dark blue couch. She got it for $20 at work. Apparently, it has a scratch on it, but I can't seem to find it. I think I also want this white couch too. Its a sofa bed $99 at iKea. Thought a sofa bed would come in handy. My cousin works at iKea, so hopefully I may get a discount? Cousin rates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feature wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://channelnine.ninemsn.com.au/img/homemade/slideshow/mansour/mansour_guest_after1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://channelnine.ninemsn.com.au/img/homemade/slideshow/mansour/mansour_guest_after1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have 5 walls in my room (its like if you cut a small corner on a square). I'm thinking, black and white strips on that one small wall. Hanging this huge frame I have (see below) in the middle of it. Also thinking of buying a small side/coffee table to put in front with my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOMkqke6RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cyUpIVP1HR8/s1600-h/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvOMkqke6RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cyUpIVP1HR8/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got the huge one at Freedom for $10 (marked down cause of a few tiny scratches) and the rest I got off eBay for $4! Originally I wanted to do a whole black frames wall, but black frames are so expensive and these wooden frames has a bit more character embedded in them, don't you think? There's some empty frames which will be filled after I come back with awesome photos. I think I'll need to buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You like your frames, don't you?"- &lt;/i&gt;Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL! Jessica made this comment to me a while ago. She made me sound like a freak. I love photography, and everything to do with it. The sexiest thing a guy could wear is a SLR Camera around his neck. Oh, I'm a bit turned on thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a bit of a dilemma, I can't decide whether or not to buy a SLR Camera or just a normal Digital Camera for Europe. I've gotten mixed opinions, my cousin Raymond told me not to go with the SLR, cause it'll be heavy for traveling, plus I'd be "targeted" by thieves. But honestly, with my Dad around, who would want to come near me? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2567190529172051881?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2567190529172051881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/room-renovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2567190529172051881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2567190529172051881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/room-renovation.html' title='Room Renovation'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvONDUUBu5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HkIgSOccxxE/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8309329333817324141</id><published>2009-11-06T02:48:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:00:31.751+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll scratch your back, if you'll scratch mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have an annoying itch on my back, but my short stubby arms won't allow me to scratch it. (Proportional body &lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt;.) So now I'm doing this backwards, inverse worm move.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; like a retard, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ut its still &lt;b&gt;sexiest&lt;/b&gt; thing you'll ever see. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8309329333817324141?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8309329333817324141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-itch-on-my-back-but-my-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8309329333817324141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8309329333817324141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-itch-on-my-back-but-my-short.html' title='I&apos;ll scratch your back, if you&apos;ll scratch mine?'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7256507719947707333</id><published>2009-11-06T02:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:02:25.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeming Boey</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; he stubbornly vowed to become the Styrofoam Cup King...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.sharpie.dreamhosters.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/boey-pic41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://blog.sharpie.dreamhosters.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/boey-pic41.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3777552876_a97fc3449c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3777552876_a97fc3449c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://iamboey.com/"&gt;Cheeming Boey&lt;/a&gt; as I was browsing through the net. I'm so fascinated by his ability to create art using two common household items- a Styrofoam cup and a Sharpie. The cups are sold for &lt;b&gt;hundreds&lt;/b&gt;! Visit his site- he has the most adorable blog and you can see more of his work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia? &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think he's cute. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7256507719947707333?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7256507719947707333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheeming-boey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7256507719947707333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7256507719947707333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheeming-boey.html' title='Cheeming Boey'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3436/3777552876_a97fc3449c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1284680833767162759</id><published>2009-11-05T22:54:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:59:20.320+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergic to Sperm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvK6EgGQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RVEnZNOfFmM/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvK6EgGQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RVEnZNOfFmM/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A new wife was given a nasty wedding night surprise when she discovered she was allergic to her husband's sperm.... The pain that I was feeling was inside, like somebody sticking needles up inside of me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUN!&lt;/b&gt; LOL! I read this on the train home, and laughed so hard. The poor lady! Of all things to be allergic to. I never knew you could be allergic to sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;NO MORE &lt;br&gt;EXAMS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1284680833767162759?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1284680833767162759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/allergic-to-sperm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1284680833767162759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1284680833767162759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/allergic-to-sperm.html' title='Allergic to Sperm'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SvK6EgGQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RVEnZNOfFmM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4566338060856798898</id><published>2009-11-04T22:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:25:57.539+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I do know that if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life”&lt;/i&gt; - Runaway Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I love that you get cold when it's seventy degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.”&lt;/i&gt; - When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I think I’d miss you even if we’d never met.” - &lt;/i&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You had me at hello.” - &lt;/i&gt;Jerry Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;These are all lines from a genre of film I affectionately refer to as… Chick Porn. Why chick porn? Well when put into context of how we, as women, view “regular porn, ” as unrealistic portrayals of a man’s idealistic view of a woman, it’s exactly the same. Chick Porn is a woman’s unrealistic view of an idealized man. We watch these movies (currently Runaway Bride is playing on my TV) and develop these subconscious expectations of our boyfriends, husbands, or future spouses. When life is less glamorous than breakfast at Tiffany’s, we blame the guy, when really we bring this upon ourselves. I’m not implying we should all swear off romantic comedies and dramas (obviously, I’m watching one even now), but I do think that we should be aware of how they affect us. I know for some friends, this means that they literally cannot watch movies that make them lust after a fictional scenario and for others it means bringing the knowledge of reality to the forefront of their minds and not holding anyone accountable to ridiculous expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a movie, much to my dismay. You don’t always meet your soul-mate dancing in the rain or on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, but who wants to be in love with a story? The real thing is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Allie via &lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeLove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Opinion? Both chick &amp;amp; guy porn are great. LOL.&amp;nbsp; joke. (I tend to write 'joke' to indicate that I'm joking because I realised, people who don't know me can't actually tell when I'm kidding. This has lead to &lt;i&gt;alot&lt;/i&gt; of people being confused about my sexuality at Uni. I'm 100% .. gay (no I kid I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;straight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;unless if he's hideous or she's gorgeous; which is why I'm married to Alysse.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; LOL.))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I rekon that Allie, who ever she may be, is one smart lady. =) Thought it gave me a new perspective, I mean 'Chick Porn'- that's just &lt;b&gt;genius&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to rekindle my passion for Maths. After our break up, trying to get together with him has been a hard and tedious road. But I still love him. I think. Under all this fustration, I'm sure I still care. ... hopefully. But if he's a dick tomorrow, I'm going to cut him off. LOL PUN. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4566338060856798898?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4566338060856798898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/chick-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4566338060856798898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4566338060856798898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/chick-porn.html' title='Chick Porn'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2501089574005371538</id><published>2009-11-04T12:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:11:12.317+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates Hayapi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksjgu2b4pu1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksjgu2b4pu1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's what I did yesterday. I slept. I finally slept after a week of no sleep. I'm very disappointed in myself with regards to my exams. I woke up today because of a SMS from Hayapi. He wrote:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh god! Just read the new One Piece chapter fresh from Japan. Whitebeard falls and dies! Then they execute Ace! Holy Shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;.......................... I almost had a heart attack. I was half way in typing a response to him, but then I got another SMS from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just kidding :P but I hope I scared the shit out of you :P have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words for you, Hayapi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I'm off to study for my &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; exam tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2501089574005371538?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2501089574005371538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-what-i-did-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2501089574005371538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2501089574005371538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-what-i-did-yesterday.html' title='Hates Hayapi'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1353359429191420750</id><published>2009-11-01T16:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:26:51.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Read the Label &amp; Do Only What is Directed</title><content type='html'>I was in the shower. (Stop picturing me naked. Yes I know, I'm asking for the impossible). I don't know about yours, but in my family, we tend to run out of conditioner faster than shampoo. So to fix this problem, we usually buy a bigger bottle of conditioner that shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the shower, like it says in the instructions, I shampoo first. I reached for the smaller bottle, squirt a small amount in the palm of my hand and then scrub it into my hair. But something was weird. Where was the bubbles? Maybe I didn't put enough, so I reached for the smaller bottle again. Now my hair is feeling a little thicker and after a few minutes, I rinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time for the conditioner. I reach for the bigger bottle, squirt a small amount in to my palm, and run my fingers through my hair. Usually, my hair will feel nice and smooth, but it didn't. Instead there were bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when your Dad does the shopping. He mixes up the sizes and I condition my hair twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1353359429191420750?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1353359429191420750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-label-do-only-what-is-directed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1353359429191420750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1353359429191420750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-label-do-only-what-is-directed.html' title='Read the Label &amp; Do Only What is Directed'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3362311187177235372</id><published>2009-10-31T23:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:22:09.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after my Macroeconomics exams, I went to the State Library with Jessica for the Accounting Exam I had today. On the walk there, we passed the RBA. Since I was very disappointed with my Marcoeconomics exam, I stood outside the RBA hurling insults at it. I had no sleep at all (not even a wink), I was delirious and high on energy drinks, which fueled my anger issues. So top ten comments I made to the RBA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. I'll show your where to meet supply and demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. I'll exchange your rates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8. I'll show you how to stimulate the economy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. I'll inflate your prices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. I'll show you how to meet potential output.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. No, you're the CPI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. I'll show your how to tighten your monetary policy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. I'll raise your interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. I'll show you where to stick your fiscal policy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. I'm the multiplier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't get much sleep last night either, so I crashed when I came home and even skipped dinner. But when I got up, I turned on the tv, and I watch the movie Basic on channel 7. It was actually an awesome movie starring John Travolta. Usually, I would be able to tell how the movie would go, but just when you think you got things figured out, something happens and screws you over. Just like life. But yes, movie comes with a "highly recommended with awesomeness" stick from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and during the add break (between all the SEXPO and premature ejaculation ads) this ad come on and it actually made me laugh out loud. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cymSS1RgHEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/cymSS1RgHEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dexter, a shame show I watched was &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Rock of Love&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. My wifey Alysse loves it, but honestly its the most trashy and seedy show on TV. Fake boobs galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorable moment on the show was when someone was asked to do a fake orgasm that would please the rock star (with all those people to practice with, from all that experience, you'd think you wouldn't need to fake it).&amp;nbsp; But the highlight overall was when Bret (the "rockstar") takes a girl on a "romantic date" .... to a tattoo shop. Yes, a tattoo shop is the hottest joint in town for a romantic date, apparently. The girl had his name tattooed on her neck. I mean, are you freaking serious? I was trembling is disbelief. This show is so trashy, but its a delight to watch it with Alysse. Its actually really fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't come with a recommended stick from me,&amp;nbsp; but you'll discover a new low every single time you watch the show. Trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3362311187177235372?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3362311187177235372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3362311187177235372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3362311187177235372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8506639349037776395</id><published>2009-10-29T20:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:48:43.231+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Macroeconomics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SulkBZZLthI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nXHBuQwyHgU/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SulkBZZLthI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nXHBuQwyHgU/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 hours to go:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 pages of notes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 can of V. (had 2 already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 packet of TimTams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 Online Quizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Past Papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica is not sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8506639349037776395?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8506639349037776395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/macroeconomics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8506639349037776395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8506639349037776395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/macroeconomics.html' title='Macroeconomics'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SulkBZZLthI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nXHBuQwyHgU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-6373051066578646953</id><published>2009-10-29T11:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:19:23.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Cynthia</title><content type='html'>Dear Cynthia,&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be the key for you &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;kicking ass&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in your finals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry final exam:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives us two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my Freshman year "That it will be a cold night in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This student was the only one who an A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; Hope you're not stressing out too much cause now you'll be that student who gets the only A in the exam. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kovuk84WBQ1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kovuk84WBQ1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-6373051066578646953?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6373051066578646953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicated-to-cynthia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6373051066578646953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6373051066578646953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicated-to-cynthia.html' title='Dedicated to Cynthia'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3225542013627967439</id><published>2009-10-29T01:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:38:49.118+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nothing</title><content type='html'>... Exams starts tomorrow, &amp;amp; this is what I've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krt8jzwAcx1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krt8jzwAcx1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? T^T I swear time flies so freaking fast its not funny! RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope things are &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; better in your end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3225542013627967439?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3225542013627967439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/absolutely-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3225542013627967439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3225542013627967439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/absolutely-nothing.html' title='Absolutely Nothing'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3164358374736947747</id><published>2009-10-28T12:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:25:57.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Akward Silence</title><content type='html'>You open door slightly and scan the area around your target. You're clear to go. You run for it. You're almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then you bump into your neighbour whilst you're in your pyjamas with bad bed hair (no not the sexy kind), running outside for the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about akward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3164358374736947747?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3164358374736947747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/akward-silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3164358374736947747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3164358374736947747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/akward-silence.html' title='Akward Silence'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-9050262175508247105</id><published>2009-10-28T01:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:30:03.169+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Awesome Instead</title><content type='html'>My philosophy for life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sub_yrabJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jIs9qEwU79U/s1600-h/Awesomeness_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sub_yrabJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jIs9qEwU79U/s400/Awesomeness_1600x1200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;- Barney Stinson (How I Met You Mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;Yes, like everything else, my life's philosophy came from a TV show. What can't TV do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-9050262175508247105?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9050262175508247105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-awesome-instead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9050262175508247105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9050262175508247105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-awesome-instead.html' title='Be Awesome Instead'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sub_yrabJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jIs9qEwU79U/s72-c/Awesomeness_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8116493504521544181</id><published>2009-10-27T11:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:27:25.897+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Tiddy Teddy?</title><content type='html'>You know when you get something, something pretty up there amazing, you wonder how you had ever lived out without it. My wifey Alysse opened my eyes to this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJUBFkVrk9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/HJUBFkVrk9s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;font size = 100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8116493504521544181?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8116493504521544181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-my-tiddy-teddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8116493504521544181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8116493504521544181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-my-tiddy-teddy.html' title='Be My Tiddy Teddy?'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2884621033219144624</id><published>2009-10-25T05:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:01:09.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Sexy Ladies</title><content type='html'>Did no study today what so ever. But I did chat to some sexy ladies (or how I would pronounce it was 'ladehs') on the phone today. Rawr. ;) If you want to know what we talked about, you'd have to pay me. I'm not dumb enough to &lt;i&gt;stimulate&lt;/i&gt; your senses for free. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all jokes aside &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(yes I was kidding, some people usually can't tell, &amp;amp; then assume for 3 years that I'm a lesbian. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;)&lt;/span&gt;, to my sexy ladies, you know who you are, I just want to say thank you.Thanks for listening, for caring and most of all, for staying by my side (especially in public when I act like a total douche.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this on &lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Love&lt;/a&gt;, I thought of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;As much as I enjoy reading the cute, sad, touching, amazing stories about this type of love, I think an extremely special form of love has been left out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The love I am referring to is the love you have for a best friend. It’s unique and so important to have. It’s more than just affection for someone; it’s a deep underlying connection. The comfort of knowing you can tell them everything, and not have worry about being judged. The first person you tell when something exciting happens, or when something scary happens. The person you turn to when you need to vent. The person you can laugh at because they will just laugh back at you. The person you need to tell things to so your brain doesn’t explode. The person who can make you feel better when you’re having a tough day, the one you turn to for advice. . The person you can have full conversations with by merely exchanging glances. And maybe most importantly, the one you tell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;all your secrets to, especially boy secrets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone once told me they thought it was creepy how my best friends and I said “I love you” to each other often. I told them: I think when you love someone; you can’t help but sound at least a little creepy. Love is love. No matter if it’s for your Mom, your cat, a boy, or your best friend. And when you are lucky enough to have people to love, and be loved, you need to let them know how thankful you are for that, and how much you love them back...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since I'm a maths person, I wouldn't be able to write anything better than that, so I thought I'd demonstrate this to you my way. The &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt; way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuNGM9NHp2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/D1UMebf51PM/s1600-h/infinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuNGM9NHp2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/D1UMebf51PM/s400/infinity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL!! Yes, I am awesome. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope you know how much I really appreciate you. I love you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Call me sexy_girl_23494! *mwuahH ;) So what are you waiting for? (yes I've been staying up late watching these commercials) LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2884621033219144624?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2884621033219144624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-sexy-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2884621033219144624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2884621033219144624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-sexy-ladies.html' title='To My Sexy Ladies'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuNGM9NHp2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/D1UMebf51PM/s72-c/infinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1671575467884551544</id><published>2009-10-23T21:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:08:54.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled with Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/UU8sftjMcqlqplx6VWuaZujzo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/UU8sftjMcqlqplx6VWuaZujzo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really need to study! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I know this very well. So &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; aren't I doing anything? T^T I hate my laziness sometimes. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But other times, I love it. (just not now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I spent the day watching Japanese Prank shows. Oh man, I love their sense of humour. Oh hell, I love everything about Japan. I shared some videos with my Mummy, and she cracked up whilst lecturing me how awful it is to prank someone like this . =D! But here is one of the funny (non-evil) ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uukNQ2IhFlc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/uukNQ2IhFlc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well I went out for dinner tonight with my family, but before we went out my brother was in the bathroom. So my Dad knocked on the door and was like &lt;i&gt;"cleaning out your stomach to fit more food in, yeah boy?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!!! I laughed so hard! Best joke of the day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had a laugh filled day, now I shall start on studying. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1671575467884551544?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1671575467884551544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/filled-with-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1671575467884551544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1671575467884551544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/filled-with-laughs.html' title='Filled with Laughs'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3635742636120806968</id><published>2009-10-22T23:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:51:54.766+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Asians &amp; Coupons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the last Thursday of the semester that Wilson &amp;amp; I get to go home together, but I stayed back to study instead. He was very sweet and visited me before he left for UTS Oktoberfest (not without giving me a guilt trip)&amp;nbsp; and as a gift he gave me a whole stack of KFC Coupons. LOL!! I looked at him and was like &lt;i&gt;"... is it cause I'm Asian?" &lt;/i&gt;That boy never fails to amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuBu-szw4lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kioyGysFeJY/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuBu36hjJXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LcWwwMWJ1b0/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuBu36hjJXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LcWwwMWJ1b0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3635742636120806968?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3635742636120806968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/asians-coupons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3635742636120806968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3635742636120806968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/asians-coupons.html' title='Asians &amp; Coupons'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SuBu-szw4lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kioyGysFeJY/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-9030293019645162738</id><published>2009-10-22T14:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:37:36.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>via MAC</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this entry from a MacBook. My friend Mel, has kindly lent me her laptop and her Macro textbook, so I didn't have to go all the way up to the library! =) So I'd thought it'd be cool to post an entry from a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I'd like to say, no I'm not cheating on Shiro, MacBooks can never compare to my beautiful VAIO. =D I'm having so much trouble typing my notes on a MacBook cause all the functions are different. I'm even having trouble scrolling down! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had my ASOC Peer Mentoring Group Interview. Let's just say I made a total fool of myself. I got so nervous so I just started talking about gibberish. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;; I don't think I'll get the part; but we'll see. I really want to be a peer mentor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I bumped into Mel, whom I absolutely adore. She is one of the more friendly faces I know in Actuarial Studies. I love talking to her, cause she's so interesting.&amp;nbsp;Our conversation ranges from lesbians and boys to travelling and Uni work. Great variety and there's never a shortage on topics. =)&amp;nbsp;She's an international student, but she studied in Perth for year 10 - 12, so her english is pretty fluent. But there are still some slang words she doesn't understand. For example, there was a comment made that some guy was pretty &lt;i&gt;seedy. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; she was confused, &lt;i&gt;"why is that guy a&amp;nbsp;CD?" &lt;/i&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go back to Macro. Ugh. I'm half way through the course, up to week 7! So 5 more weeks left. Cramming is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-9030293019645162738?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9030293019645162738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9030293019645162738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/9030293019645162738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-mac.html' title='via MAC'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7691371221626051525</id><published>2009-10-21T23:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:06:27.167+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St8U-m1F3PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uck1wBseyJo/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St8U-m1F3PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uck1wBseyJo/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7691371221626051525?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7691371221626051525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7691371221626051525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7691371221626051525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St8U-m1F3PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uck1wBseyJo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1163911477944440919</id><published>2009-10-20T22:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:59:25.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Deep Veins"</title><content type='html'>I didn't post an entry yesterday because I was so exhausted- I had only 3 hours sleep the night before and I lost 1/2 kilogram of my blood. Yes, I donate blood! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St2grmck2qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/izUPf4EnnqA/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St2grmck2qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/izUPf4EnnqA/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Officially this is my second blood donation, but its the first time that they got blood out of me. Since I have "deep veins" (which is a more polite way for saying, you have a layer of fat on top of you veins), they missed the first time. But this time the nurse-guy got it! =D I had a lovely chat whilst he was taking my blood. I then began to tell him of my awesome-ness. &lt;br /&gt;He responded with &lt;i&gt;"you're not just awesome, your smart, your kind and your beautiful!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied with &lt;i&gt;"shucks, your making me blush"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he said &lt;i&gt;"thats good for the blood flow!"&lt;/i&gt; LOL!&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, as promised, I went to Uni to study, but before I got to Uni, I had lunch with the one and only Cynthia. We went to the new KFC near Central. It was nice to catch up before the exam period starts since we'll be seeing less of each other. Plus, by the time she finishes exams, I'm&lt;i&gt; almost&lt;/i&gt; gone! =OO&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; There's only 30 more days!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I had lobsters at Lidcome Dooleys, and near the end of my meal, a worker approached my dad and asked &lt;i&gt;"out of ten how was your meal sir?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what did my dad say?&lt;br /&gt;"5"&lt;br /&gt;................................... My brother and I was SHOCKED. You never say five! You say 8 cause then they can't complain and they'll leave you alone. But my dad didn't leave it at that, he went further, &lt;i&gt;"theres not cheese!"&lt;/i&gt; So the guy goes to the kitchen and comes back to tell us that someone would come and talk to us. It was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I got home my dad said, &lt;i&gt;"I was very generous giving a 5, there wasn't even any mushrooms or butter, I could do a way better job."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he probably could.&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1163911477944440919?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1163911477944440919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-veins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1163911477944440919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1163911477944440919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-veins.html' title='&quot;Deep Veins&quot;'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/St2grmck2qI/AAAAAAAAAE0/izUPf4EnnqA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2839435914020622204</id><published>2009-10-20T22:02:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:25:15.095+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Tien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Japanese hidden-camera television show pranks an unsuspecting celebrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; with a terrifying shootout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/msfORcpe0SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/msfORcpe0SM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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;font size=100&gt;LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mann... only the Japanese can get away with these kind of shows. &amp;amp; how I love the japanese! =D But the funniest thing is the guy looks like Tien! I almost cried laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/1702458672214514636-2839435914020622204?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2839435914020622204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/japanese-tien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2839435914020622204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2839435914020622204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/japanese-tien.html' title='Japanese Tien'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7472004118805470002</id><published>2009-10-20T15:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:13:49.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just forget I'm in Public</title><content type='html'>I was bobbing my head&amp;nbsp; from side to side, bouncing up and down, also doing a little dance on my chair whilst lip syncing to a really catchy song. This would be fine if I was at the comfort at my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I'm not. I'm in the library, which is now filled with weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7472004118805470002?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7472004118805470002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-just-forget-im-in-public.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7472004118805470002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7472004118805470002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-just-forget-im-in-public.html' title='Sometimes I just forget I&apos;m in Public'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8164379129820255616</id><published>2009-10-18T21:43:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:45:35.324+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mummy</title><content type='html'>My Mummy came home with this beautiful wooden table/stool (I actually have no idea what it is; but it is the type of furniture/ home decor I like). I love antique/vintage things cause they just have so much character about them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StqpTVDGgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e8A4sARuaZQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StqpTVDGgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e8A4sARuaZQ/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Mummy looks at me and was like &lt;i&gt;"Do you want it?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, replied with &lt;i&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded with&lt;i&gt; "Pfft.. You wish!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &amp;amp; I can't believe you thought my mother was nice; but now I know where I get my sarcasm from.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I written a lot about my Daddy, but not about my Mummy. This isn't because I love my Daddy more, it's probably because I see my Daddy more. Against the norm, my Mummy goes to work, whilst my Daddy cooks, cleans and takes care of my brother and I. And though, both of my parents love me very much, they don't have the same feelings for each other. To me, their marriage is more like a business relationship. They both have their roles and responsibilities in the marriage, but besides that, they have nothing to do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, tonight my uncles, aunties, cousins and my family went out for dinner at the Bankstown RSL Buffet. I dressed very casually since it was just family, but my mum walked into my room looking pretty glammed up.&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;i&gt;"why are you so dressed up?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Since your Uncle and Aunt is treating us, its only polite to dress up for them"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I thought Dad was paying"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'll go change then"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I laughed! Even though my parents are like this, I don't think I'm missing out on anything. I love them both very much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8164379129820255616?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8164379129820255616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8164379129820255616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8164379129820255616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mummy.html' title='My Mummy'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StqpTVDGgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/e8A4sARuaZQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4545857303904933390</id><published>2009-10-18T14:08:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:54:08.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For all those men who believe there's no reason to buy the cow when you can get the milk for free. Currently 80% of women are against marriage, too, as they have wised up to the fact that for 7 ounces of sausage, it's not worth buying the whole pig."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4545857303904933390?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4545857303904933390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-go-according-to-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4545857303904933390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4545857303904933390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-go-according-to-plan.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5702158293514189833</id><published>2009-10-17T23:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:34:41.027+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have an iPod</title><content type='html'>Daddy just came home with this awesome clock/radio/iPod system for me! iSoundSpaFusion by HOMEDICS; which is priced at $129 at Harvey Norman. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StnAWPRjSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XExqDbbEKd4/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But Daddy, I don't have an iPod, I have an iRiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I bought an iPod for my brother for his birthday a while back- I had to give it up to him. He's very happy with it; but I'm not. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5702158293514189833?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5702158293514189833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-have-ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5702158293514189833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5702158293514189833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-have-ipod.html' title='I don&apos;t have an iPod'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StnAWPRjSvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XExqDbbEKd4/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7462417057824462439</id><published>2009-10-17T17:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:35:25.228+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>Q: Jessica, why don't you ever run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: This is why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAxgpHWtLC0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/KAxgpHWtLC0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That guy's man boobs are bigger than yours! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7462417057824462439?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7462417057824462439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7462417057824462439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7462417057824462439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5598517860693790675</id><published>2009-10-15T21:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:10:49.709+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths is Fun</title><content type='html'>Well stupid Nhi has now hooked me up with the box game! Its so distracting! &lt;a href="http://www.mathsisfun.com/games/boxup-puzzle.html"&gt;http://www.mathsisfun.com/games/boxup-puzzle.html&lt;/a&gt; Now I'm obsessed and I'm playing it instead of studying. Rawr. Note to self- Hit Nhi next time I see him! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on level 6 right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5598517860693790675?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5598517860693790675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5598517860693790675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5598517860693790675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-is-fun.html' title='Maths is Fun'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5432873296281758152</id><published>2009-10-14T23:59:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:19:48.088+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CRTL W</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AD: HCWYHN .EIWHJRTFGKVJBCFDSLKGA WLIRHB/ALKDcs. kjbfhGBVSK,MNDS jsdfhlakb rh&amp;nbsp; wkihd n;hufa ;wh;oeiur'[9u3royh;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO PISSED!&lt;/span&gt; AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHY!? WHO THE FUCK INVENTED CRTL + W!? I HATE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally fnish typing up chapter 7 notes &amp;amp; I want to type W (shift w) but accidently pressed ctrl w- which closes my document and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; saves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5432873296281758152?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5432873296281758152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/crtl-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5432873296281758152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5432873296281758152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/crtl-w.html' title='CRTL W'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-247847117083045940</id><published>2009-10-14T21:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:02:22.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Blue Naked Asian Boy</title><content type='html'>There was a&lt;b&gt; little blue naked Asian boy &lt;/b&gt;at Uni today. LOL! I was so amused and grossed. Why was he naked? Why was he painted blue?! All these questions but there's no answers! But man oh man was he one of the highlights of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight is that I got 11/15 in my Accounting Test which I previously have presumed that I failed (since I didn't study til 2am on the morning of the Test). The questions were all multiple choice so I basically guessed them all. Turns out I have an accountant's gut! LOL! Feeling pretty good about that now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to go back to Algebra- test is Tomorrow! Wish me luck! (I'll need it! T^T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-247847117083045940?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/247847117083045940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-blue-naked-asian-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/247847117083045940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/247847117083045940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-blue-naked-asian-boy.html' title='Little Blue Naked Asian Boy'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7013254915229313732</id><published>2009-10-13T22:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:07:25.991+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up Alone Hurts</title><content type='html'>I woke up today without my baby, Shiro by my side. I felt so out of place because usually the first thing I do when I wake up is turn him on. ;) LOL! At first, I thought he fell off the bed and my heart almost stopped. But then I remembered my brother took him last night; and never gave him back. So I'm blaming him that I fell asleep whilst waiting for him to return my baby and didn't do any study last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually went to Uni as promised and studied. I stayed at the library from 11am - 7:30pm; finished a can of red bull, bottle of water, a packet of whole grain chips, a mango chuppa chup, a packet of lemon biscuits, and a box of inari. I eat so I don't fall asleep- I'm going to be so fat when I finish Uni! T^T But I was very productive and now my head is swirling with vector spaces, span and linear dependence. Nothing makes sense! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;; Oh and in the past papers for Algebra there's a question that is &lt;i&gt;"worth 0 marks if correct, but will be deducted 1 mark if incorrect" &lt;/i&gt;I was like ... when I read the question. I mean WTF?! RAWR! annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I shall finish Algebra Chapter 7 Vector Spaces and hopefully get a start on Chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also made an appointment for blood donation on Monday 19th October at 1pm! Join me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7013254915229313732?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7013254915229313732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/waking-up-alone-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7013254915229313732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7013254915229313732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/waking-up-alone-hurts.html' title='Waking Up Alone Hurts'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-569528423194222124</id><published>2009-10-12T22:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:43:03.067+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back My Awesome 9:00 Train!</title><content type='html'>Well the new train time table starts today, and I am so devastated.&lt;b&gt; They cancelled my awesome 9:00 Train&lt;/b&gt;. Its the best train in the world! Its the only express train to the City that stops at Regents Park! I get to the City in just &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 minutes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Why did you take it away from me? That means no more mornings with my cousin, Phillip and my childhood friend and cousin of my neighbour, Florence. It also means that I can't have a whole 3 seater to myself. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a light note, I found something so funny in the magazine they hand out at Central Station on Monday mornings. A food tour &lt;i&gt;"Exploring Cabramatta"&lt;/i&gt; which costs a total of $99 for 3.5 hours! &lt;i&gt;"Start with a traditional Vietnamese lunch and the explore the Vietnamese shops and food stores of Cabramatta"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!! I bet this is like a scam run by Asians. This is just hilarious! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StOhOjwTbMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5GVUVlO3Ew8/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StOhOjwTbMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5GVUVlO3Ew8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Sorry for the crap quality of the photo- I really need to get a new camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I actually finished my Macroeconomics Discussion Question- 4 pages long, did my Online Algebra Test and &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to study Algebra (but epic failed). Today I actually went to my Acutarial Studies lecture (and was awake for most of it!); and my Actuarial Studies PASS class, did my Actuarial Studies Homework! &lt;u&gt;Aren't you proud of me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Actuarial Studies PASS Class, the PASS leader, Ben invented a game we had to play, to encourage us. It was hot potato with Actuarial Studies Questions. LOL! I honestly burst out laughing when he told me. I swear some Actuarial Studies people are just so adorably nerdy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Actuarial Studies Tutorial, I asked my Tutor, Andrew if he missed us since I haven't seen him for 2 weeks cause of Labour Day last week. He was like &lt;i&gt;"yes I missed you alot"&lt;/i&gt; Kekeke =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should start studying Algebra (test on Thursday) and also get a start on my Actuarial Studies study (LOL. It needs 2 study cause it takes twice as much brain power! RAWR). So the to do list tonight is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Algebra Chapter 7 Vector Spaces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acutarial Studies Week 5 &amp;amp; 6 Revision - High Finance and Actuarial Management &amp;amp; Accounting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Fun fun. _ _; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-569528423194222124?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/569528423194222124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-back-my-awesome-900-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/569528423194222124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/569528423194222124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-back-my-awesome-900-train.html' title='Bring Back My Awesome 9:00 Train!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StOhOjwTbMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5GVUVlO3Ew8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2833276731327457181</id><published>2009-10-11T18:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:03:04.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Consquences</title><content type='html'>So my second semester resolutions failed miserably. I had planned to attend all my lectures and keep up to date with all homework (which lasted til week 5). Consquently I'm going to have to study like a bitch for the next 4 weeks. Here's what my &lt;i&gt;study plan&lt;/i&gt; looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StGQ1HJjemI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BDHqrOyIHeI/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StGQ1HJjemI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BDHqrOyIHeI/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craming is such a naughty habit of mine; but hey at least I'm improving- last semester I didn't start to study until a week before! =D So here are some rules that I'm restricting myself to as punishment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; sleeping in! Must wake up by &lt;b&gt;7am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;anime or manga (except for OP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Uni/library on days off!- can't study at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay at Uni til late as possible!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tears are coming down my eyes ass I'm writing this! T^T I shall go back to studying. The study plan I had for this weekend (starting Friday) only just began at 3am this morning when I was filled with regret and couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on a Credit WAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHALL AIM FOR A DISTINCTION!! RAWRRRR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jessica is going to kick some ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2833276731327457181?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2833276731327457181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/consquences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2833276731327457181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2833276731327457181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/consquences.html' title='Consquences'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/StGQ1HJjemI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BDHqrOyIHeI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-250290266139053865</id><published>2009-10-10T23:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:15:27.237+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy &amp; Dilini</title><content type='html'>I finally gotten around to cleaning up my room today. It is (almost) spotless. Very proud of myself. =) Later on, at night, I went out to dinner to celebrate Dilini's birthday. We went to a Thai restaurant called "Spice I am", which was really small and cute but the dished look delicious and tasted that way too! =D&lt;br /&gt;However I almost died twice walking to the restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whilst Abarna, Maggie, Alysse and I were walking up Museum Station's stairs- I missed placed my heels on the step and I almost fell backwards! I was so freaking scared! It was a long fall down! T^T But luckily my wifey had her arms out ready to catch me! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then when we were walking down this street which looked quite scary, there was a gap in the wall, and so I made a comment like &lt;i&gt;"that's a good place for a kidnapper to hide"&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;amp; just as those words left my mouth, the door in the gap open! =OO Alysse screamed causing me to scream! The old lady who just stepped out was like .... &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; LOL!! It was so funny afterwards but I almost had a heart attack!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It was nice seeing everybody together! =D I had heaps of fun! But on the way home, up the stairs Lidcombe station- my heel got caught on the edge of the steps causing the shoe to fall down the stairs. A group of guys and a girl walked passed at that moment. The girl literally peed herself laughing at me (which I didn't find very nice nor what she was laughing at that funny anyways so I didn't pay any attention to her); but the guys were really sweet and they were tell her to &lt;i&gt;"shut up"&lt;/i&gt; and approached me asking if I was alright. =) This made me think,maybe guys ain't all that bad sometimes. They can be sweet too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-250290266139053865?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/250290266139053865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy-dilini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/250290266139053865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/250290266139053865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-daddy-dilini.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy &amp; Dilini'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5062008747915206315</id><published>2009-10-09T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:13:50.102+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love my wife, Alysse.</title><content type='html'>I had my hair cut today. I was very tempted to have it cut short again, but I refrained and only asked for a fringe and a trim! =) Whilst my hair was getting cut I received a text from my lovely wife, Alysse asking about Dilini's birthday tomorrow. I hadn't RSVP because I couldn't read Dilini's email- it was in HTML; but luckily Alysse had already RSVP for me! =D I felt a burst of love for her when I received that message! Isn't she just so awesome? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally tomorrow is also my daddy's birthday and today is my cousin Adrian's birthday! So many people's birthdays are in October! rawr! Maybe its because St Valentine's day is in February! ;) If you know what I mean! Kekeke! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5062008747915206315?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5062008747915206315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-how-i-love-my-wife-alysse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5062008747915206315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5062008747915206315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-how-i-love-my-wife-alysse.html' title='Oh how I love my wife, Alysse.'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5269196162001188855</id><published>2009-10-08T23:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:29:44.072+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Promise</title><content type='html'>I got my brother a Western Digital 1TB External HD for his birthday today. I tried everywhere before his birthday, but they were sold out at all the BIG W (there are $126 at the moment- get them quick cause they'll sell fast). So today Jessica and I went shopping after Uni, since I didn't want to travel to Big W later, I came up with an ingenious idea- why not go to David Jones and use their price promise- they'll match any cheaper price. They were selling the HDs for 177$- so I got it 50$ cheaper! =D Awesome! I also felt good cause today David Jones were donating all of their proceeds to Brest Cancer Research! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5269196162001188855?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5269196162001188855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/price-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5269196162001188855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5269196162001188855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/price-promise.html' title='Price Promise'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3071538328201534629</id><published>2009-10-08T00:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:46:53.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>In the morning I saw my primary school friend Florence, who had recently cut her hair back short like it was in primary school. It was like de ja vu. On the train ride (the awesome 9.00am train express from Regents Park) I told her about my fear of public bathrooms, and she empathised with me- sharing her own personal experience. When she was in Korea, she went into a public bathroom which was filled with naked women. She was so overwhelmed and scared thats she started crying! HAHAHAHAHA I could not stop laughing when she told me that! Man, how insulted would you feel if someone saw your naked body and then started crying? LOL! I don't know whats worse, someone laughing or crying at your naked body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3071538328201534629?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3071538328201534629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3071538328201534629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3071538328201534629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7228610567845294298</id><published>2009-10-07T00:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:09:11.661+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bitch</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted an entry all long week end; not because there was nothing to write about- but I was too tired. My long weekend started with a lovely date with my wifey to celebrate our 3 years anniversary. =) Yesterday I&amp;nbsp; had a party at my cousins- which I'll never forget. My cousin Kevin showed me a documentary about body building. *shivers. It was, no doubt, very interesting but it honestly grossed me out. I was very shocked about how much a person can push their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I discovered the long lines of Centrelink and also that since International Exchange is mandatory in my degree- I'm supported by Centrelink whilst I'm overseas! Very happy about that! Like super happy. There's still a few concerns though. I scared I'm going to be a full loner; the washing machine might eat me; running out of money; getting lost; forgetting every word of japanese I know but most of all &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;public bathrooms:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ic.keio.ac.jp/en/img/housing_pic/omori7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ic.keio.ac.jp/en/img/housing_pic/omori7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm scared of public toilets; imagine me in a public bathroom with &lt;b&gt;naked people&lt;/b&gt;! NAKED, as in in the &lt;i&gt;nude&lt;/i&gt;. My worst fear- being surrounded by naked people and not knowing where to look. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But other that this, I am so excited for my exchange trip! So very excited! Even though its in a few years, I can't wait! I'm looking up facts about Exchange and everything! wee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways back to today's events. Its my brother's birthday tomorrow, so today my mum wanted to go out and eat. But since my brother is an ungrateful bitch, he made it seem like a chore. Oh, I could rant on his despicable behavior today, but I won't- I would rather tell of the most lamest thing my dad did tonight at dinner. As our dinner was coming to an end, my dad was like &lt;i&gt;"shall we sing happy birthday?" &lt;/i&gt;my brother denied his offer so my daddy told me to call his mobile. I was confused, but I did as I was told. So I called him as he place his phone on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Happy Birthday song came on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He set his phone's ring tone as the happy birthday song! LOL!! It cracked me up how lame my daddy is! My brother sat there in embarrassment as the rest of the people turn to witness my dad's act. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7228610567845294298?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7228610567845294298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7228610567845294298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7228610567845294298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-bitch.html' title='Happy Birthday Bitch'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8467073733046692117</id><published>2009-10-02T23:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:55:22.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nguys for World Domination</title><content type='html'>Had an &lt;b&gt;awesome &lt;/b&gt;day today! Woke up at 10.30, just enough to shower &amp;amp; get ready before Hayapi came to pick me up at 11 for a japanese-food-fill day at his place. Unfortunately, his Mum (whom I'm absolutely in love with) was in Japan, so I didn't get to spend time with her but his sister was there and she's cool. =) I absolutely LOVE Hayapi's family. They are one of the most awesome-est people I have ever met! If I haven't mentioned it enough; i LOVE them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an awesome time catching up with Hayapi, since he was back for a week from Townsville. Also we had okonomiyaki for lunch; which was delicious!I had a chat to him and his sister about life in Japan and I honestly can't wait for my exchange trip! I really want to go to either Keio University or Waseda University in Tokyo, Japan. Those are my 2 mains preferences. So fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, my cousin Raymond calls me and asked if I'd like to hang out at my other cousin William's place. So we had an awesome time catching up and everyone is planning to go everywhere in the holidays William and his wife is going to Japan. So is my other cousin Phillip. Raymond is going to the states and I am going to Europe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Nguys are going to take over the world.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8467073733046692117?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8467073733046692117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/nguys-for-world-domination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8467073733046692117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8467073733046692117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/10/nguys-for-world-domination.html' title='Nguys for World Domination'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3852613666446983910</id><published>2009-09-29T14:32:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:40:47.298+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Flowers for a Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>A bouquet of flowers to give away tomorrow. I just wanted to remind some beautiful people that they are loved by someone special- me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC8pVnQ9I/AAAAAAAAADU/dN_SF7m3VJY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC8pVnQ9I/AAAAAAAAADU/dN_SF7m3VJY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC8pVnQ9I/AAAAAAAAADU/dN_SF7m3VJY/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC2NmtgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/EWbF8sSn3EI/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC2NmtgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/EWbF8sSn3EI/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3852613666446983910?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3852613666446983910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-flowers-for-pretty-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3852613666446983910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3852613666446983910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-flowers-for-pretty-girl.html' title='Pretty Flowers for a Pretty Girl'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/SsGC8pVnQ9I/AAAAAAAAADU/dN_SF7m3VJY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8374865988315527184</id><published>2009-09-27T20:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:42:28.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Dollar Chicken</title><content type='html'>Look what my daddy just gave me! A Chicken made from a 1 U.S. Dollar bill!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr89Fn_Ma3I/AAAAAAAAADE/n4h3hf9yrw0/s1600-h/IMG_6193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr89Fn_Ma3I/AAAAAAAAADE/n4h3hf9yrw0/s320/IMG_6193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post. Need to go back to studying MATLAB! T^T! Stupid MATLAB made me miss out on YumCha and Moon Fest! RAWR! Been home all day instead of out playing, so my Uncle made this chicken for me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8374865988315527184?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8374865988315527184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-dollar-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8374865988315527184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8374865988315527184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-dollar-chicken.html' title='One Dollar Chicken'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr89Fn_Ma3I/AAAAAAAAADE/n4h3hf9yrw0/s72-c/IMG_6193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3229412991695264525</id><published>2009-09-26T23:59:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:08:09.215+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive VIP Pass</title><content type='html'>Well things didn't go according to plan last night. Instead of going to dinner with my cousins at Parramatta like originally planned, my dad decided to take us all out to the Centrepoint Tower for dinner. I felt bad for my cousin Will cause his been trying to get all us cousins together for a while (since July). But an Aunt flew in from America, and my dad wanted to take us out. So we went to the 360 Restaurant in the Centrepoint Tower. It was expensive, and the food wasn't great. But was the view... oh how the view was worth every penny (840$ of it). It was honestly breathtaking. Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4OPPK9VlI/AAAAAAAAACk/aEUv_LokE8s/s1600-h/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4OPPK9VlI/AAAAAAAAACk/aEUv_LokE8s/s400/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4N_rs6PcI/AAAAAAAAACU/X4ilB6gbtCg/s1600-h/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4N_rs6PcI/AAAAAAAAACU/X4ilB6gbtCg/s400/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4OSqFfRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/GHHdajNkZqc/s1600-h/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4OSqFfRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/GHHdajNkZqc/s400/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after dinner, everyone wanted to go back to Star City, as that was where my Aunt was staying. However the lifts were broken. We were stuck. We were stuck on the highest point in Sydney. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;; Apparently it was the very first time the lifts didn't work. Great. So we had the VIP access to the fire escape stairs. 1420 steps. 89 floors. My legs are still trembling. After those stairs we were taken through the Westfields that is currently under construction by security. So we had the VIP pass through the not even yet built Westfields. I even bet you, we were the first to use its toilets too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got back to Star City, we headed up to the hotel room to talk and rest our feet. My Aunt was complaining how she wants to sue the place for compensation payments- for damages to her legs; jacket and her would of been fortune at the Casino if she wasn't too tired. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one of the best sleep of my life afterwards though. Didn't wake up til 1 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3229412991695264525?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3229412991695264525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/exclusive-vip-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3229412991695264525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3229412991695264525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/exclusive-vip-pass.html' title='Exclusive VIP Pass'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr4OPPK9VlI/AAAAAAAAACk/aEUv_LokE8s/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-5723461660455967411</id><published>2009-09-26T20:52:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:58:37.074+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Daggy Daddy Fashion!</title><content type='html'>I wrote this post for a while now; just found my camera cable to upload the photo =). Here's the delayed post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am currently staring at a jacket my dad bought for me. Since its going to be freezing when I'm over in Europe, all my aunts and uncles have been warning me, and advising me to buy a parka jacket (jackets people wear to the snow). So this is what my dad got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr3yNq7dOlI/AAAAAAAAACM/iErerIPwR9s/s1600-h/146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr3yNq7dOlI/AAAAAAAAACM/iErerIPwR9s/s320/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I quite literally laughed my arse off! It was something that I would of taken off the racks to point and laugh at together with my friends, wondering who on earth would buy it. Well, apparently my Daddy. =D My dad is the epitome of daggy daddy fashion- well the Asian version. Like most males, he prefers comfort and utility over style. So he'd be strutting around with sandles, a pair of old jeans and shirt and be perfectlty happy. Except, he'd be at my year 10 School Certificate Assembly, where other Dads are dressed in a more sophisticated manner. It wasn't a formal ceremony or anything, but at least they were wearing closed in shoes.&amp;nbsp; But I guess, if he did, he wouldn't be my dad. LOL &amp;amp; I love my daddy. Because of him, I'm not scared of anyone. Cause one of the &lt;b&gt;scariest&lt;/b&gt; guy out there is &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; dad! =DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you want this sexy jacket)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love how winter fashion is on sale right now, since it's going to be summer soon, so I'm getting all my Europe trip clothes on massive discounts! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-5723461660455967411?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5723461660455967411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/daggy-daddy-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5723461660455967411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/5723461660455967411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/daggy-daddy-fashion.html' title='Daggy Daddy Fashion!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHyIjJy1-Rc/Sr3yNq7dOlI/AAAAAAAAACM/iErerIPwR9s/s72-c/146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-2701976465041284607</id><published>2009-09-25T14:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:48:45.834+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Threw Godzilla into the Pits of Hell!</title><content type='html'>I have just submitted my assignment. I stood infront of the assignment box outside the Acutaries Studies office for a while, in disabelief. I've actually finished it. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FINALLY! SO HAPPY&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;but next week I have MATLAB, Accounting Quiz and Macro-economics Presentation. It never ends! T^T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today has been very eventful besides this assignment. Someone &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;proposed &lt;/b&gt;today at Uni. Apparently the couple was on the stairs and the guy got people to spell marry me on the lawn! how sweeeeet! I was complaining to Nhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about how I missed out on the proposal (LOL &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; wrote proposement) &amp;amp; he was like &lt;i&gt;"do you want me to propose?" &lt;/i&gt;HAHAHAHA! He is such a funny guy. We then started to talk about proposals. I would hate to be proposed to infront of people cause I'd feel pressured to say yes. So sweet and personal would be for me. =) Nhi on the other mentioned an extravagent affair consisting of writing &lt;i&gt;Marry Me &lt;/i&gt;in the sky. LOL! I made a note that he should also write &lt;i&gt;P.S. Jessica is awesome&lt;/i&gt; to seal the deal. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at Uni right now, Nhi is trying to get his assignment done, so I'm writing this post up to stop me from distracting him. Plus he bought me an icecream so I'm happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight with my cousins! &lt;u&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/u&gt; Except there's been a rumour circulating thought my family that I'm currently dating someone. So as an long ongoing joke my cousins have made reservations at a restaurant in Parramatta for Jessica + 1.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I was like &lt;i&gt;"yeah I'd probably eat for plus 1".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for now. I'm going to head off home to get some sleep in before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-2701976465041284607?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2701976465041284607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/threw-godzilla-into-pits-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2701976465041284607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/2701976465041284607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/threw-godzilla-into-pits-of-hell.html' title='Threw Godzilla into the Pits of Hell!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-6182429788179755632</id><published>2009-09-25T04:10:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:05:02.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Has slayed GODZILLA!</title><content type='html'>It's 4am &amp;amp; I'm almost finished my actuarial studies assignment. Even though it's only worth 8%, it has taken me over 2 weeks to do. I am so tired but &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCK YEAH! GODZILLA IS ALMOST DEAD!&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;LOL! yes I named my assignment Godzilla. It was one ugly beast. RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All that's left is&amp;nbsp; the conclusion and recommendations and the appendix. So I'm practically done. The assignment is due tomorrow at 4pm, so I'll probably go Uni early, get it done so I can enjoy the rest of the day with my cousins! They are shouting me dinner at Parramatta! SO excited! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One good thing thats has come out of this assignment is that I just read the new OP558 hot from the scanlators! LOL! It was so awesome that I'm so tempted to call up Hayapi right now to discuss about it! &amp;lt;33 OP. Which reminds me of a video I found on Youtube that made me laugh my arse off. But if you're not a OP fan, you might not find it funny. but it is. it so is. Check it out:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnKvcil4ijU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/dnKvcil4ijU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! =DDDDD&amp;nbsp; So if I had to explain it, 4KIDS is basically the &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENEMY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of all anime. They strip and cut up anime to little bits and pieces&lt;/span&gt;, hurting all the fans. When 4KIDS owned the copyright to dubb OP, there was a riot! LOL yes I was part of it. I LOVED the saveonepiece campaign. But now it's all good&lt;br /&gt;=) and I can't wait til the movie comes out on the 12.12.09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-6182429788179755632?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6182429788179755632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/has-slayed-godzilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6182429788179755632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/6182429788179755632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/has-slayed-godzilla.html' title='Has slayed GODZILLA!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7830386805825948801</id><published>2009-09-23T17:26:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:28:38.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't you a sweetie? Good Luck to you too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;WE WILL SURVIVE!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;so fuck you uni. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/1702458672214514636-7830386805825948801?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7830386805825948801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/arent-you-sweetie-good-luck-for-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7830386805825948801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7830386805825948801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/arent-you-sweetie-good-luck-for-you-too.html' title='Aren&apos;t you a sweetie? Good Luck to you too!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-7992574710724875638</id><published>2009-09-19T21:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:16:40.367+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>Here's an update on my ACTL1001 (Actuarial Studies) Exam: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear ACTL1001 Students. Just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone for the efforts for the quiz and apologies for the delayed start. In short, I had originally requested that 215 papers be printed (for 199 students - the extra 16 was to provide against possible printing errors) but for some unknown reason I was only given 175 or so instead. Hence the delay as the additional papers needed to be printed (at a period when many staff had gone home...). Your patience during that period was highly appreciated. At the same time however I would like to inform everyone that I have received some very disturbing reports about possible student academic misconduct. I am very sad and angry to learn about this as that is clearly unacceptable behavior. The school is currently investigating the allegations and issues involved, as well as the options available, and I will report back when I am able. regards Bernard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How scary! I wonder what is going to happen! Thank god I'm too much of a chicken shit to ever break any rules. I'm a full nerd! (Never really got a detention throughout my High School life.) I guess its a good thing is this instance but because I don't take risks I feel as if I'm missing out in life sometimes. I mean, I have friends who take chances in life. When I say chances- I mean big chances. Practically a leap of faith. &amp;amp; the stories they tell me of their experience, are amazing. So sometimes I wonder, if I had bigger guts, how different would my life be. Maybe one day, I'll grow some balls, &amp;amp; take the unknown road. LOL which reminds me of that poem I did for English HSC, "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of exams- I have a hell to get through before any travelling is done. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, jealous much Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even though there's nothing to be jealous of today. But I guess you're always jealous of my awesome-ness! LOL =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-7992574710724875638?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7992574710724875638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7992574710724875638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/7992574710724875638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4723080112045434945</id><published>2009-09-18T14:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:21:05.342+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SMART Traveller</title><content type='html'>Just had a quick skim of the Smart Traveller's Website. I'm actually quite impressed. The website is clear and concise. Very easy to navigate! Here are a couple of facts I didn't know about: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travellers are frequently targeted at Vienna’s two largest train stations, the plaza around St Stephan’s Cathedral and the nearby shopping areas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is illegal to preach in Austria unless you belong to a registered religious group and have a permit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Denmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The currency is the Danish Krone.  The euro is not accepted in Denmark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;France &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In France, failing to offer assistance to 'a person in danger' is illegal. This means that if you fail to stop upon witnessing a motor accident, fail to report such an accident to emergency services, or ignore appeals for help or urgent assistance, you may be charged. Penalties include suspended prison sentence and fines. The law does not apply in situations where to answer an appeal for help might endanger your life or the lives of others. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The use or display of any Nazi symbols, salutes, songs or material (eg. flags, memorabilia) is illegal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under Italian legislation, internet cafe owners are required to sight and keep an electronic record of client photo identification. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is illegal to photograph official buildings and military areas in Italy. You should check with local authorities before taking photos. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Local laws in Venice and Florence prohibit littering. In Florence, it is also an offence to sit, eat or drink on steps and in courtyards in the vicinity of major churches and public buildings. Fines may be levied by local authorities. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavy fines can be imposed if you are caught purchasing counterfeit products from street vendors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to research more thoroughly, but after my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4723080112045434945?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4723080112045434945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/smart-traveller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4723080112045434945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4723080112045434945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/smart-traveller.html' title='SMART Traveller'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-8343332058179407165</id><published>2009-09-17T23:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:33:07.538+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you looking for a Husband?</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked one of the most wierd-est question. Nghi came up to me and asked &lt;i&gt;"Are you looking for a husband, Jessica?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... &lt;/i&gt;LOL!!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I was honestly lost for words. Seriously. For a few moments I thought he was offering (&amp;amp; that would of been awkard). Thankfully he continued on with &lt;i&gt;"Cause I know this guy &amp;amp; he's looking for a wife! He's Asian, 24 years old, great at poker... &amp;amp; the manager at KFC"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like he was trying to sell me a husband. LOL!! I was thoroughly amused! I could not stop laughing. One of the highlights of my day. Unlike my Actuarial Studies test, which was ridiculous! There wasn't enough exam papers to go around, so we had to wait in the humid CLB7 for half an hour for the lecturer to photo copy 50+. Also there's no visible clock- so the lecturer crossed off every 15 minutes on a overhead. But it was written with a red pen that has &lt;b&gt;barely&lt;/b&gt; any ink remaining. As a result, I ran out of time. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my dad &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;took me to Uni today. I felt like a little kid travelling to school with my dad! He was heading into the city to pay an installment of out Europe trip. Which reminds me, He wanted me to buy one of those masks, which are basically a big beanie with breathing holes. Yes, &lt;i&gt;those &lt;/i&gt;masks. I quite literally bumped into Albert the other day and he told me those masks are illegal in some countries (Australia being one of them) because they cover most of your face. I really need to do some research! &lt;a href="http://www.smartraveller.gov.au/"&gt;www.smartraveller.gov.au&lt;/a&gt; is my next stop. I'll post up anything I find interesting later! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-8343332058179407165?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8343332058179407165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-looking-for-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8343332058179407165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/8343332058179407165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-looking-for-husband.html' title='Are you looking for a Husband?'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-4923328030735412686</id><published>2009-09-16T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:46:07.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>9:00pm 19th November 2009!</title><content type='html'>Daddy gave me the copy of out flight plan! We're leaving Sydney to Beijing at &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:00pm on the 19th November 2009!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Stopping at Beijing for 6 hours then leaving for London. We're arriving at London at 3:05pm on the 20th November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving France at 7:20pm on the 17th December 2009 to arrive at Beijing at 11:50am on the 18th December. Staying in Beijing for 4 days, leaving at 4:15pm on the 22nd December 2009 and coming home to Sydney at &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:15am on the 23rd December 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, just before Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for such a short post. Exams are all piling up- where did the holidays go? T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-4923328030735412686?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4923328030735412686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/900pm-19th-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4923328030735412686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/4923328030735412686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/900pm-19th-november-2009.html' title='9:00pm 19th November 2009!'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-3840428691780590315</id><published>2009-09-15T18:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:22:21.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping the Mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>I didn't post an entry last night- cause I asleep as soon as I got home. Why? Oh because of &lt;strike&gt;the devil's maths&lt;/strike&gt; actuarial studies. I couldn't sleep the night before because I kept thinking of &lt;b&gt;premiums! &lt;/b&gt;But as soon as my actuarial studies lecture started- *bang! I fell straight to sleep. LOL! I wished the chairs were replaced with bean bags. It would have been heavenly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't go to sleep, I lie there on my bed, just waiting for the sand man to drift over me. But yesterday, I met this guy, who writes a novel when he can't go to sleep. Yes, &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; reads a novel but &lt;i&gt;writes&lt;/i&gt; one! He is also composing a CD. I felt so small when I heard of all his accomplishments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the first time in my life, I got driven home from Uni yesterday. =D! My cousin offered me a lift if I stayed til 7 &amp;amp; I used the time to study. Well tried to anyways- the library has beanbags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I travelled to Epping (which is alot nicer than what TV makes it out to be) to continue my group assignment and study for my Actuarial test on Thursday with Rebecca. Surprisingly, we actually did alot of work today! When I'm with her, we generally talk alot and get nothing done. But we were full nerds today! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is also going away in the holidays! She's going over to Canada to be a ski instructor for 3 months! She showed me photos of the place she'll be teaching at, &amp;amp; it look so beautiful! It was just pure white! I was feeling a little jealous, but she reminded me of my Europe trip and the little green monster flew away! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy told me I need to buy a parka jacket, since it'd be freezing when I go travel around Europe. I asked Rebecca where I can purchase one and she told me at Katmandu. I was like ... &lt;i&gt;what's that?&lt;/i&gt; Apparantly it's a travel shop and there's one at Auburn. I shall go searching! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I don't really have a summer this year. I prefer winter! I hate sweating, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (I can feel their thirst for blood already), humidity, and tanning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; on the way home from Epping, I stopped off at Statfield (to change train lines) &amp;amp; bought myself the chicken and rice cake on a stick! It was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Daddy made some &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creme Caramel!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Double Yum!&lt;/u&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, jealous much Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-3840428691780590315?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3840428691780590315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/escaping-mosquitoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3840428691780590315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/3840428691780590315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/escaping-mosquitoes.html' title='Escaping the Mosquitoes'/><author><name>くノ一</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04138263430554729482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1702458672214514636.post-1338431528975039759</id><published>2009-09-13T23:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:06:14.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend or Europe?</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome day today. I went to church in the morning and then to a vintage fair at Leichhardt afterwards. oh &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Google lied! &lt;/b&gt;Google map told me it would take 15 minutes to walk from Petersham station to Leichardt Townhall. &lt;i&gt;LIESS! &lt;/i&gt;My Mum &amp;amp; I trekked half an hour in the heat! But it was worth it. The vintage fair was a unique experience. I bought a dress for $10 and a pair of antique ornaments for $5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we explored the shops in Leichhardt. There was this small shop full of masks from Venice. They were absolutely breathtaking. I've decided to buy a mask when I get to Venice. So excited.Then Mum &amp;amp; I took a bus into the city. On the bus Mum asked this sweet old lady if the bus went to the Opera House. She thought we were tourists. She asked me, &lt;i&gt;"So where are you and your &lt;u&gt;sister&lt;/u&gt; from?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what? My mum was delighted that someone thought she was young enough to look like my sister. But should I be offended to look old enough to be my Mother's sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my aunts. &amp;amp;yes I am. =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, we took a train back to Wynyard, where more shopping began. I bought another blazer from Portmans. It was originally $199 and it was discounted down to $99. However it was labelled incorrectly as $59.99! So that was the price I got it at. I was very pleased! =D Then we went to Myers and oh do I love the "highlight 75% off already reduced prices sale"! I bought a Cooper St Swing Jacket (RRP $149) for $25!! The lady at the counter told me it was probably highlighted incorrectly but still gave it to me anyways!  So happy! Mum was very jealous! =)&amp;amp; I found a new love for incorrectly price clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was cut short because Dad (probably won at the pokies) decided to shout my family (which included my aunts, uncles &amp;amp; cousins) dinner at Punchbowl. Its been a while since my cousins and I had a meal together. During dinner, we discussed our overseas plans. One of the twins is going to Japan whilst the other is going to America. So I asked Kevin (their older brother) if he has any plans on going overseas? His reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No, I have a girlfriend."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I didn't know what to say to that. Apparently, he pays for everything, which means if he were to travel overseas- he would be paying for 2. So all night I was thinking, would I choose a relationship or travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it doesn't matter- I have a free trip to Europe. &lt;br /&gt;So jealous much, Cynthia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1702458672214514636-1338431528975039759?l=jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1338431528975039759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jealousmuchcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/09/girlfriend-or-europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1338431528975039759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1702458672214514636/posts/default/1338431528975039759'/><link rel='alternat
