<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039</id><updated>2009-02-20T19:40:37.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss j* live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-116113821441344602</id><published>2006-10-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:23:34.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/400/IMG_1671.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-116113821441344602?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/116113821441344602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=116113821441344602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/116113821441344602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/116113821441344602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115761143074865714</id><published>2006-09-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:43:50.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aloha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what did the three sisters get up to in honolulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 1 - getting settled&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we arrived at 9am on saturday morning and went straight to the "pink palace" to check in. we encountered a few hitches along the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hitch #1: amanda was still drugged up from her sleeping pill. at custom's the guy asked her what she did for a living. her response: "turn around." -&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hitch #2: liz got me to pick up her luggage from the carousel. she pointed it out - i saw, i lifted and we left. when we got to the hotel and wanted to change into our bikinis, liz realised she took the wrong luggage! *slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless, we soldiered on to mai tai bar at our hotel and got some cocktails and food for breakunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04345%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04345%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at mai tai bar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were still kinda jetlagged on the saturday so after lunch we went back to the room to chill before heading out to get something to eat in the evening. we headed to this place called "chibo" (a.k.a. chibai - for you hokkien folk out there) and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes&lt;em&gt;...let the shopping begin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$500 later, i walked out of guess with 3 pairs of jeans and a corsette... *hi5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day 2 - fun in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04371%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04371%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04381%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04381%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(l-r) after a day of fun in the sun; from our balcony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04384%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04384%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04386%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04386%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at the pink palace courtyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04390%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04390%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04398%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04398%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(l-r) at dukes for a drink before dinner; at the cheesecake factory for dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the time we got home from dinner, it was decided that amanda and i were burnt - confirmed lobsters, over.and.out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day 3 - when a girl can't sun tan, she shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we started the day pretty early for a morning walk up diamond head crater. i honestly doubted my ability to walk up the damn thing, but when i saw an 80 year old grandmother doing it, it became &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; challenge to ensure that i climbed up each and every step &lt;em&gt;faster than the grandmother&lt;/em&gt;. yes, indeed - i kicked her ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04411%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04411%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04431%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04431%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(l-r) at the bottom of the crater; half way up the crater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as much as we wanted to go back to the beach, our bodies wouldn't allow us to. so instead, we spent the afternoon shopping. yes, &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$400 later at christian dior, i walked out with a pair of &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$200 later at chanel, i walked out with a nice gift for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$200 later at tiffany &amp; co., i walked out with a heart locket necklace and 45 minutes with a very cute sales man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115761143074865714?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115761143074865714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115761143074865714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115761143074865714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115761143074865714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/09/aloha.html' title='aloha!'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115586376153550118</id><published>2006-08-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:16:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...don't know when i'll be back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually i do know when i'll be back again *sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115586376153550118?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115586376153550118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115586376153550118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115586376153550118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115586376153550118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115571165825736710</id><published>2006-08-15T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:00:58.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell my sushi friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC03339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/DSC03339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mengy left sydney back to perth for good on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna miss him heaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just wish him all the best in his new business venture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115571165825736710?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115571165825736710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115571165825736710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115571165825736710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115571165825736710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/08/farewell-my-sushi-friend.html' title='farewell my sushi friend'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115509409708273591</id><published>2006-08-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:28:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LEARN CHINESE IN 5 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You MUST read them out loud or it doesnt make as much sense)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ENGLISH ....................... CHINESE WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Thats not right........ Sum Ting Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Are you harboring a fugitive................... Hu Yu Hai Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) See me ASAP.............. Kum Hia Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Stupid Man................................ Dum Fuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Small horse.................. Tai Ni Po Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) Did you go to the beach?.................... Wai Yu So Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) I bumped in to a coffee table................. Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) I think you need a face lift...................... Chin Tu Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) Its very dark in here........................... Wao So Dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) I thought you were on a diet............... Wai Yu Mun Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) This is a tow away zone....................... No Pah King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12) Staying out of sight.............................. Lei Ying Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13) He's cleaning his automobile................ Wa Shing Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) Your body odor is offensive.................. Yu Stin Ki Pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15) Great..................... Fa Kin Su Pah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16) Whats up........................Wa Sa Pen Ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115509409708273591?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115509409708273591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115509409708273591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115509409708273591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115509409708273591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/08/hilarious.html' title='hilarious.'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115500076672336279</id><published>2006-08-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:32:46.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you least expect it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kar meng came over for dinner last night. he picked me up from work around 6pm and we headed back to my new place (yes, i still need to post some pics up...). we were walking up the footpath towards my front door. i opened the door expecting to be greeted by my fabulous maxi but given his new garden etc. it cannot be guaranteed he'll always be at the door. so i opened the door to find... no maxi. i went upstairs to find him... still no maxi. i opened the back door to the garden. yep - you guessed it! no maxi. it quite hit me that maxi was not in the house. i checked all the bedrooms. no maxi. stressed as anything my brain could not function. the reality slowly hit that my baby was gone. maxi had run away. thank goodness for mengy - he remained calm and tried to ask me a series of questions by my brain couldn't think. i felt sick to my stomach and broke down on the sidewalk in front of my house. then he started to ask me if i had the north sydney pound number. the pound?! of course not! why would i &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; need the number to the pound?! so mengy suggested we walk/drive around to look for maxi. obviously i was in no state to drive so mengy did the more gracious thing and drove me around. as i looked out the window i felt fear.&lt;em&gt; what if maxi is dead on the street? what if someone has taken him and will never return my baby? &lt;/em&gt;mengy finally drove us to the nearby park. i got out of the car (it was pitch black) and started to scream his name (yes, like a madwoman!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;out of the shrubs... my white fluffy maxi appeared. OHMYGOSHINEARLY DIED FROM HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pain i felt when i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; lost him... i can only imagine the pain i will feel if something bad actually does happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/DSC02751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maxi... please don't run away again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115500076672336279?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115500076672336279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115500076672336279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115500076672336279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115500076672336279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='when you least expect it...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115396113069106637</id><published>2006-07-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:45:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that p!ss me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do unemployed/slow/geriatrics types have to stroll down pitt st mall during peak hour at lunch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;move people. MOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115396113069106637?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115396113069106637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115396113069106637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115396113069106637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115396113069106637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-that-pss-me-off.html' title='things that p!ss me off'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115337142496592603</id><published>2006-07-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:57:04.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once again, i have been missing in action from this blog. apologies to those who read this - but i don't really think that many read this blog so my mia status shouldn't be too much of an issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"so miss j, miss j - what have you been up to?", you ask... well miss j has been up to many a fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;starting with a trip to the hunter valley a couple of weeks back - a few members of my project team decided to head up to the hunter valley for a relaxing weekend away. it was one of those 'team bonding' weekends and we had so much fun together just being silly. i think that our silliness was unwelcomed in many-a-wineries but who cares, we were only there for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04264%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04264%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04269%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04269%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still on work matters, we recently had a huge celebration to mark the end of phase 1 of our project. it was held in a private room at the establishment (yes, yes - the meat market) but when there is free flow alcohol, you can be guaranteed a good night out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04269%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04230%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04230%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04251%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04251%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04257%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC04257%20%28Small%29.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC04251%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally, the visitors to sydney have continued over the past few weeks. i managed to catch up with alan and ben, i ran into michael cai and his gf cheryl, melina and grace were in town (though i didn't catch up with them) and finally, my beloved rachel has been in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we caught up for breakfast and the one and only 'le petit creme' for breakfast a couple of sundays ago. rach intended to &lt;em&gt;whack&lt;/em&gt; breakfast and attempted to order a serve of eggs benedict &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; french toast. the guy taking her order simply laughed and told her just to stop at the eggs benedict - so she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then last weekend i took her and her friend, carl, out for dinner at my favourite italian restaurant - cafe nino. we had the garlic chilli king prawns, fetticine alla pia (lobster), spaghetti crab and a tiramisu to share. rach and i were mocked by the waiter when it came to ordering our coffees. rach ordered a short machiatto, i wanted something &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; milk so the waiter suggested an espresso. rach agreed that she wanted something with milk, hence the short mach, the waiter laughed and told rach that the short mach came inclusive with milk. at that point he gave up and just made us short blacks with a side of milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after dinner, i took rach out to bar europa, we crashed a masquerade party but the cute, innocent chinese girl face can get you very far in life - so i have come to realise since last weekend. rach and carl called it quits by 2, but jane, chern and i soldiered on to lady lux @ the cross. funny night with awesome people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the finally, on sunday - rach, sam, grace and i went to the infamous 'rise' for dinner. we had the omakase menu and it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will update this blog soon with pics from the weekend. yes i have been lazy and hence no pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm really looking forward to the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are settling our new house tomorrow and i can't wait to move in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115337142496592603?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115337142496592603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115337142496592603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115337142496592603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115337142496592603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-times.html' title='fun times'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-115010157611815113</id><published>2006-06-12T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:39:36.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be staying up late tonight to watch the australia vs japan match on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am an avid fan of the japanese team, i have been since i started watching soccer back in 1998. i always enjoyed watching the japs play, especially hidetoshi nakata. in fact, i think he &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; the reason why i started to watch soccer during the france 98 world cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;australia has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; made it into the world cup after 32 years. it would be ruthless for me to say that i don't want australia to win - of course i want them to win! but i really want japan to do well this year too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to TAB to place a bet. i stared at the computer screen for ages before i made my decision to bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i decided to sit on the fence... i've bet for a draw. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i leave you with my two favourite players for tonight's match: hidetoshi nakata and harry kewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/156055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/156055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/159069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/159069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-115010157611815113?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/115010157611815113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=115010157611815113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115010157611815113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/115010157611815113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-dilemma.html' title='my dilemma'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114999989975241759</id><published>2006-06-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:28:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she can run, but she cannot hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i haven't given up on my blog, i've just been &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; busy. it really is no excuse but in between work, visitors, family, maxi and sleep - i really have not managed to find much time to blog lately. so what &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; i been doing these past couple of months you ask? well here is what i've been up to, in summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trip to melbourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;started off in the 2nd week of april when i flew to melbourne to surprise mel (and t) on her birthday. spent the weekend celebrating mel c's birthday with what we love doing best. eating. we went to karaoke on friday night, had a late lunch on saturday at my favourite - pelligrini's on bourke st, ate pizza on sat night before heading out to some club at the crowne casino. on sunday, we headed out for breakfast were mel c, t and i divulged 2 breakfasts each, then drove to visit some wineries. then in the evening we ate vietnamese, and PLENTY of it to, and then had hot chocolate at a chocolate dessert shop, where mel c and t caned the dessert menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_6991.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_6991.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7090.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7090.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7113.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls trip in sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was a very lucky girl this year. my best friends all flew in to sydney to celebrate my 24th birthday. i had a black n white themed party at the world bar and to my surprise, everyone adhered to the dress code. i couldn't take any time off work but i managed to take the girls out for dinner most nights. the highlight (besides spending time with the girls) was the present i got from the girls. on the eve of my birthday, we climbed the sydney harbour bridge on a lovely evening, and then they serenaded me with the birthday song. it's rare to be able to find good, loyal and loving friends, and i feel so blessed to have 5 of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC01858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC01858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7573.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7573.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7622.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7622.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;work work work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;april and may were extremely busy months for me. in the past 2 months, i have made 2 trips to melbourne and 1 trip to brissie, i've had to work till midnight for around 6 weeks, non stop. all in all, work has taken over and ruled my life. but my hard work has paid off. my performance review was tops, and i won a bi-yearly award for being a 'top performer' so at least the recognition sets me up for a decent pay increase at the end of this performance year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;visitors to sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;besides having the girls over during my birthday, i've been lucky enough to have some visitors pass through sydney for a multitude of reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s came down under for an IT conference in may so i took him out a few times for dinner and lunch, showed him aussie things like harry's pies, good food, kingscross, the harbour, the opera house and the bridge. unfortunately he was most impressed with something very non australian - krispy kremes and the casino. (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a also came across for work. i spent saturday shopping with him last week, took him to bondi junction, paddington markets and tiffany's. i made sure i helped him to pick out nice gifts for his gf, but more importantly his mum and sisters (*wink mel c*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my parents have also been in sydney for the past 2 weeks. mum is about to head back to perth but dad will be here for a couple more weeks. it's always so wonderful having them in town. it's strange because i only really realize how much i have missed them once they actually &lt;em&gt;arrive&lt;/em&gt; in sydney. strange i know, but true. mum and dad love maxi and though mum is still terrified of touching him, i feel that she does share a strong and loving bond with him and i look forward to the day where she dares to touch him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since my last entry, we've had 3 public holidays/long weekends - easter, anzac day and queen's birthday. during the easter long weekend i was obviously in sydney as it was my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the anzac day holiday period, we hired a holiday home at the central coast and spent some time out there. maxi's parents live near shelly beach (where we stayed) so we took him to visit his family. it just so happened his breeder was dogsitting his brother and sister (from the same litter) so it was great for maxi to see his mummy, daddy, older brother and younger sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this long weekend has been spent doing a million and 1 things. i managed to get a day in lieu from work on friday so we drove down to canberra for the day. went to the chairman and yip's for a nice lunch, and then went to visit the parliament house. we went on an educational tour and it was indeed, quite educational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;world cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am definitely suffering from world cup fever. i've bought my adidas zip up jacket, supporting the brazilian team. i know i must sound very unpatriotic to australia but i promise that when australia plays against brazil, i will sticky tape australia on the back of my jacket. but i do love the brazilian team and i hope that they can win back to back titles. and ronaldhino is just too good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maxi turned 1 on the 19th april. we had a birthday party for him and his friends on good friday and he absolutely loved the attention. he's becoming more and more adorable each day and i hope that one day we can buy him a little sister for him to look after and play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/IMG_7491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/IMG_7491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so now that i've caught you up with the daily adventures of miss j, i will start to blog on a regular basis once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love lots... and promise to update you with pics soon. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114999989975241759?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114999989975241759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114999989975241759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114999989975241759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114999989975241759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-can-run-but-she-cannot-hide.html' title='she can run, but she cannot hide.'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114690389042448255</id><published>2006-05-06T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:24:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't believe everything you read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"in this moment you think of love as something you don't need"!?! haha... are you for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114690389042448255?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114690389042448255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114690389042448255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114690389042448255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114690389042448255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-believe-everything-you-read.html' title='don&apos;t believe everything you read...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114317851232918245</id><published>2006-03-23T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:35:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long... farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's time to say... goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[to duncan...] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC02816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC02816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[and to karen...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/20060316%20Karen"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/20060316%20Karen%27s%20Farewell%20Sydney%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have two friends from work moving on to greener pastures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duncan has decided to something useful with his life and will be driving around australia... (apparently it's very australian to do this... i personally think its very un-australian to waste time driving when you could easily reach the destination in 1/10th of the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whilst karen has decided to do the responsible thing. she is getting hitched and moving to london with her soon-to-be hubby... ~how sweet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally... it is friday... bye bye work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114317851232918245?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114317851232918245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114317851232918245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114317851232918245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114317851232918245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long-farewell.html' title='so long... farewell...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114307009862016978</id><published>2006-03-22T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:28:18.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't think so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so according to &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, i look like anna kournikova... WHAT THE? i've been looking at this for quite some time now and i just don't see the resemblance - this site is obvious crap... but at least it entertained me for a good hour this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114307009862016978?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114307009862016978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114307009862016978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114307009862016978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114307009862016978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-think-so.html' title='i don&apos;t think so...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114247248197849530</id><published>2006-03-15T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:29:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brisvegas baby... brisvegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05455.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister (liz) and i headed to brisvegas (&lt;em&gt;a.k.a.&lt;/em&gt; brisbane) last weekend. the purpose was originally to look at investment properties, but it ended up being a nice weekend of sisterly bonding, eating and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we headed up on saturday morning (early morning flights are NEVER a good thing, especially when you only had 2 hours sleep the night before). we checked in and had breakfast at the qantas club lounge. it was way too early for me to even think about eating so i nibbled on some cornflakes whilst feeling sorry for myself for being dragged out of bed so early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we arrived in brisvegas a little after 8:00am... as we were walking out of the airplane, these two vicious little 4 and 5 year old brothers started to bash each other. when i say bash, i mean *BASH* - the slaps they were giving each other were powerful. their dad was obviously very used to seeing this kind of behaviourand wasn't really too disturbed, he simply said, "boys, that's not nice - stop it" - in an all too calm tone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we caught a cab to the hotel we stayed at, but when we got into the city it was jammed! jammed on a saturday morning at 8:30am! brisvegas is happening i tells ya... no really, it was some st. patrick's day celebration so all the roads were blocked etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we finally made it to our hotel, checked in and went to grab breakfast. i'm so classy i decided to have a bacon n egg mcmuffin meal from mcdonalds - yeah baby! then we went to see place in ashgrove, had a nice lunch in chinatown and bought myself a strapless dress from the markets at fortitude valley. after lunch i was completely exhausted so we headed back to the hotel for a quick nap before our 6pm dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.bestrestaurants.com.au/booking/select_rest.asp?e"&gt;e'cco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wasn't feeling all that great, so after dinner we made our way back to the hotel and watched 'rumour has it' before falling asleep at the early hour of 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[liz and i - before dinner]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;liz and i woke up very refreshed and very well rested on sunday morning. we headed out for an early morning breakfast/walk. we had breakfast at the mall, then walked to south bank. en route, we passed this amazing building called the 'treasury'. at first we thought it was the QLD Treasury building, then we saw this funky cafe and thought - "cool, we can eat here later"... then all these asians walk out and we were thinking, "hmm.. odd!"... then i saw these security guards! not long after, we realised it was the conrad treasury - CASINO! haha... we wasted no time - ran in and ran straight for the pokies... unfortunately on that day, we were both losers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05392.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05407.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[did i mention that i hate walking?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[i'm laying an egg: please do not disturb me...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[the woman is a freak, actually no, &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; woman is my sister]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, onto a more interesting part of the trip... liz and i were walking down elizabeth street and passed this camping shop called "disposals" (i know, such an unfortunate name)... and something caught my eye and i stopped. my sister asked what was wrong... then i started to point at the following poster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05329.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05331.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05331.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC05331.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[what the?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, so sunday was our 'pamper me!' day - we booked a session at &lt;a href="http://www.thedomeretreat.com"&gt;the dome retreat&lt;/a&gt; on sunday afternoon, but before we headed there liz and i had a nice long lunch at 'il centro'. i had the best lunch ever! and when i say the best, i really mean it. we ordered this meal that was a trio of crabs (read: peking duck style but with crab instead). words can't describe how good it was, but i would fly to brisbane just to eat this meal again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC05478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[top-bottom: sandcrab and avocado salad; softshell crab bruschetta; and sandcrab lasagne]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a great weekend getaway, we packed a lot into our trip and definitely enjoyed each others company. look forward to our next sister holiday, not sure when it will be but i'm sure it will be worth the wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114247248197849530?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114247248197849530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114247248197849530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114247248197849530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114247248197849530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/03/brisvegas-baby-brisvegas.html' title='brisvegas baby... brisvegas!'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114187508503174540</id><published>2006-03-08T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:31:25.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>international women's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was international women's day and my company hosted a day of activities for all the women in the workplace. initially i thought the day would just be filled with boring powerpoint presentations and to be a forum where women could get together to man bash the males they worked with... but nooooooooooo it was nothing like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact, it was very encouraging and enlightening. we got to hear stories of powerful women around the world who have successfully managed a career with having a family. i always thought that the women in the workplace thing was all about men not giving us the opportunity... but it's not all about that. it's also about us women learning how to set our own boundaries, being prepared and knowing how to maximise our potential. agreed, there are men out there who make it tough for us, but we need to learn how to take away something positive from what would ordinarily be viewed as a negative situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so to all my 'sisters' out there who are wanting to be successful at work, at home or socially... we can definitely do it. stay focused, stay strong and true to yourself, your dreams and your values!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cheers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114187508503174540?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114187508503174540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114187508503174540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114187508503174540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114187508503174540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/03/international-womens-day.html' title='international women&apos;s day'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-114095030318737862</id><published>2006-02-26T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:38:23.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill me in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes indeed... so much to catch up on but really i feel that it's not really appropriate to talk about things which happened weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my past 3 weeks was last weekend when i took a weekend trip down to sydney to meet up with my home girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nofatcheeks.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mel c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for 36 hours of (what felt like) non stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at 7:40am... headed back to mel's lovely home and soon after set out on a whirlwind cab ride to a place called "mart 130". we couldn't really fine the place so mel c decided to ask a girl for directions... at which the girl replied..."ohhhhh you mean 'tram 130'?"... *how embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many highlights from the trip... but what it did make me realise is that true friends are precious... one in a million... and i know that whatever distance may fall between mel c and i, it will never change the bond that we share. i would continue to ramble about my trip but mel c summed it all up really well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nofatcheeks.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-how-we-do-it.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, so i'm not going to reinvent the wheel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had the best time in melbourne. i love the place, but i think it's more the fact that i really missed mel c in my life... all i can say is... APRIL BABY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-114095030318737862?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/114095030318737862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=114095030318737862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114095030318737862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/114095030318737862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/02/fill-me-in.html' title='fill me in...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113921921530245200</id><published>2006-02-06T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:46:55.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live to work... work to live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i often question whether i'm living to work, or working to live. since i started working, i've always placed such a high emphasis on work and making a career for myself. but recently, i was asked whether i am living to work, or working to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the question stunned me as i honestly had no idea which of the two i was doing. i would love to say that i work to live. on first inspection, it may seem to be the case - the money that i earn is used completely to fund my lifestyle. i pay bills, i pay rent, i shop, i eat, i drink and i have a dog. so it would seem highly plausible that i'm working to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;. but on a deeper inspection, it may also appear that i live to work. i've been lucky that in recent times, my chargeable hours have been kept to the standard 8 hour day. however, if a project came along that would require me to work 18 hours a day, i would happily do so too. it's not that i love to work, but i do believe that my work is important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so do i live to work? i really have no idea, and i'm really too scared to explore the truth because i really don't think i can handle the truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113921921530245200?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113921921530245200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113921921530245200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113921921530245200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113921921530245200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/02/live-to-work-work-to-live.html' title='live to work... work to live?'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113893476804150658</id><published>2006-02-02T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:46:08.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fit not fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never been one to partake in recreational activities of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; sort. by recreational, i mean anything that requires me to exert physical effort. so you can imagine how unfit and unhealthy i may be. in fact, i'm so lazy that i would drive 20 metres down the road to buy milk... and when i look for places to park, i find the place &lt;em&gt;closest&lt;/em&gt; to the lift to ensure that my walking distance is minimised to the best of my ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exercise has never been a priority for me. i admit, i have been blessed with good genetics, that i don't have to work out to keep my body relatively in shape. i did join fitness first about 3 years ago in attempt to 'get fit'. the result you may ask? i went 3 times a week, didn't see much change in my body, then became rather demotivated to exercise cos i thought 'what the heck! i am dedicating 20 minutes of my life on this damn bike and no change at all!', i ended up going to the gym only to talk to my girlfriends grace and emily (who used to go at the same time as me) and in the end, was asked to leave the gym as i was a source of distraction... the instructors exact words to me were...'i think you should stop exercising your mouth and start exercising the rest of your body...' my response? i just left, got a medical certificate from my doctor saying that i could no longer work out at the gym... and since then have not stepped near anything that looks anything remotely similar to exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but alas, age has caught up and i now realise that i should exercise not for the sake of purely physical reasons, but just to be healthy. i do many things to my body already that are bad... i feel that now the only redeeming thing i can do for my insides, is to start working out. i've done pretty well so far. i've been going for either a jog or a swim 3 times a week before work. i'm still yet to see any major results but i must admit, i do feel less guilty everytime i shovel a handful of chips down my throat and everytime i pick up a glass of wine (or 10)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so here is to a fitter me! *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113893476804150658?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113893476804150658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113893476804150658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113893476804150658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113893476804150658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/02/fit-not-fat.html' title='fit not fat'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113875121315092687</id><published>2006-01-31T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:48:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where my shoes have taken me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" src="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps/worldmap?visited=USJPMYSGTWAUNZ" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where have your shoes taken you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113875121315092687?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113875121315092687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113875121315092687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113875121315092687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113875121315092687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-my-shoes-have-taken-me.html' title='where my shoes have taken me'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113866655817478414</id><published>2006-01-30T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:15:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi, gong xi, gong xi ni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/CNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/CNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the year of the doggie... which means that it is finally &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; year! i hope that the doggie year will bring you all lots of happiness, love, good luck, prosperity and good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113866655817478414?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113866655817478414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113866655817478414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113866655817478414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113866655817478414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-gong-xi-gong-xi-ni.html' title='gong xi, gong xi, gong xi ni...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113843496458575219</id><published>2006-01-27T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:56:04.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my conversation with a childhood friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was talking to my childhood friend today... we grew up together, went to primary school for a bit together... played dress-ups together... drank together... u name it... we experienced it together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to talking about dogs and he mentioned that he was going to be buying a dalmation soon... the conversation went on and on... here are some funnies from our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;talking about desexing dogs...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmm...when it becomes unmanageable..ill de-sex them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but if its ok..i wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;need to do it before 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;otherwise they get scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;especially male..they lose their bite if they get the chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh yah thats rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maxi hasn't lost his bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;some do ler..bigger dogs do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;makes a difference..somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but yah...see how lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if scar then scar lor...its not like its gonna be on a catwalk or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j * says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as in EMOTIONALLY SCARRED YOU FOOL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;talking about naming our dogs (i first suggested 'busta' or 'bailey' or 'beau')&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh eh...name name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bailey? sounds like the liquor..don like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;beau..sounds aussie...don like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;busta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gimme more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;call it bb jai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bb jai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u have the permanent image of this fluffy white sack of fur still in ur mind rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V o C E N E S Q U E ™ 2 0 0 6 - * €..* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its a dalmatian for godsake...a big dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss j* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113843496458575219?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113843496458575219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113843496458575219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113843496458575219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113843496458575219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-conversation-with-childhood-friend.html' title='my conversation with a childhood friend'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113832621827495599</id><published>2006-01-26T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:43:38.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Things to do at K-mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, 'Code 3' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in housewares. and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&amp;M's on lay-by.&lt;br /&gt;6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and as! k 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;9. Look right into the security camera; use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.&lt;br /&gt;11. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"&lt;br /&gt;13. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( And; last, but not least!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while; and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113832621827495599?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113832621827495599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113832621827495599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113832621827495599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113832621827495599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/14-things-to-do-at-k-mart.html' title='14 Things to do at K-mart'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113805691573585356</id><published>2006-01-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:59:05.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays galore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC03717.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the weekend of birthday celebrations started on friday with my sister, amanda's birthday dinner at kobe jones, king street wharf. we had a fine selection of foods... starting with kobe jones' infamous no. 1 special, followed by 3 sushi rolls: the crunchy roll; the volcano roll; and the spider roll, agedashi tofu, beef tataki and baked dynamite scallops.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had some cocktails and wine at dinner and decided to go home before proceeding to minsky's bar. thankfully the birthday girl was too tired to go out and we stayed home to watch a dvd. i have elected not to reveal what the dvd was as i feel that it is way too embarrassing for me to admit to watching such trash on a friday night at home, sober.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday was danielle's birthday so we headed to mars lounge at surry hills. there was another birthday party there that night and lucky for us it was themed. we first thought it was a pimp 'n' hoe party, but later it was revealed that the party was themed to come dressed as something starting with 's'. it all made sense... all the girls decided to come dressed as &lt;em&gt;sluts&lt;/em&gt;. there was a santa's little helper slut, a snow white slut, a stripper slut and just a plain slut (amongst other characters). quite amusing but very distasteful and disturbing at the same time. anyway, the night was great... nice to hang out with the girls who made me feel welcome in this strange city called sydney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC03742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC03742.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC03748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC03748.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC03751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/200/DSC03751.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to finish off the weekend, danielle had a bbq on the sunday afternoon at her place... she called it the hangover bbq... rather appropriate as many of us looked and felt like we had just been to hell and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113805691573585356?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113805691573585356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113805691573585356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113805691573585356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113805691573585356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthdays-galore.html' title='birthdays galore...'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113747386686865225</id><published>2006-01-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:03:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you have mad woman syndrome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/DSC02894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/DSC02894.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was chatting to t on msn today and we were talking about women being overly sensitive and moody during THAT time of the month. we talked about the issue for a while trying to figure out symptoms, cures and actions for prevention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we concluded that there will always be one week (give or take a few days) in every month that any given woman will suffer from an evil disease which cannot be mitigated, is unexplainable and incurable. this horrid disease is what my friend rachael from uni commonly refers to as 'mad woman syndrome'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mad woman syndrome (&lt;em&gt;abb. mws&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; is defined as the female act of being overly sensitive and moody for no particular reason. it requires that the man is obligated to being patient, to forgive the unreasonable female behaviour he may encounter and that he will endeavour to understand that no matter what the lady may say or do during this period (pardon the pun), such as attempting to 'break up' (seriously, when this type of threat is said when mws is prevalent, it really doesn't count), it will all be forgotten about once the syndrome has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;symptoms for this disease include: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unexplainable temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e.g. your boyfriend meets your for lunch but you chuck a tantrum because he didn't say anything about the fact that you didn't use black mascara, instead you decided to you dark grey.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unreasonable requests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e.g. asking your boyfriend to drive 2 hours away to buy you a krispy kreme just to prove that he loves you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;expecting that your boyfriend suddenly develops the ability to read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e.g. telling you boyfriend you don't mind if he goes home when in your mind you really don't want him to leave. then when he goes home, you get upset, throw a tantrum and get sulky. i mean surely he could have read your mind and known that when u said 'go home it's late' u actually meant 'it's so nice of you to stay, can you please stay all night?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cures for this disease include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no cures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to prevent from getting this disease:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a woman, unfortunately you are born with it and there is nothing you do can prevent you from getting this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you are a man and believe you had mws, please contact your nearest psychologist - you need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please contact the &lt;strong&gt;mws helpline&lt;/strong&gt; on 1800-i-am-a-mad-woman for more information.&lt;/em&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/15735039-113747386686865225?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113747386686865225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113747386686865225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113747386686865225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113747386686865225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-have-mad-woman-syndrome.html' title='do you have mad woman syndrome?'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15735039.post-113650764087864611</id><published>2006-01-05T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:34:00.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/1600/key_side[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2156/1466/320/key_side%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past few weeks i have been ranting and raving about wanting to see zhang zi yi's new movie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/memoirsofageisha/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. i read the novel (no kidding) a while ago and i remember it to be one of the best i've read to date (keep in mind, miss j doesn't really read so comparisons are somewhat limited). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on wednesday, i received a pleasant surprise from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/gonza76"&gt;ian&lt;/a&gt;. he sent a dozen roses and 2 tickets to memoirs of a geisha. he says it was to shut me up from talking about it all the time - i think it's because he fancies me... (*wink*) so i guess i have to take him to see it with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another thing that i'm excited about is an upcoming trip to melbourne. i haven't been to melbourne since 1999 and back then, i had no idea what it meant to &lt;em&gt;shoptillyoudrop&lt;/em&gt;. i am now older, now wiser and to a limited degree, more financially able to experience melbourne at its best! not only that - i also get to spend then entire weekend with my sister &lt;a href="http://nofatcheeks.blogspot.com"&gt;mel c&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/icedt_23"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; and mel c are also planning a trip to sydney for the weekend of my birthday! WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR?!?! can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15735039-113650764087864611?l=missjlive.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/feeds/113650764087864611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15735039&amp;postID=113650764087864611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113650764087864611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15735039/posts/default/113650764087864611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjlive.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-pleasant-surprise.html' title='my pleasant surprise'/><author><name>miss j*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03909554288957256251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>