<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:14:29.867+11:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='eating drinking'/><category term='food drinks'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='movies'/><category term='eating'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='drinks'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Events'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='bday'/><title type='text'>REM·I·NISC·ING</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.  -Lou Holtz</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5786814208368330080</id><published>2009-06-14T19:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:02:16.350+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Turn over a new leaf</title><content type='html'>The ex- unit manager had her last day on Friday and the new one started. A senior nurse went on annual leave for 5 weeks, another manager went on long service leave for 3 months, and another manager got pregnant. The department is constantly changing and we all hope for some improvements and less politic issues. &lt;div&gt;I can now do things without any hassles and I can change things. It's like creating my own little kingdom, which isn't going to be easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5786814208368330080?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5786814208368330080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-over-new-leaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5786814208368330080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5786814208368330080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turn over a new leaf'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3602228225056705561</id><published>2009-06-14T19:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:55:23.098+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu that everyones had</title><content type='html'>The epidemic of Swine Flu has caused a concern to everybody. Most of my friends fell ill and others had the flu for the second or third time. &lt;div&gt;As part of the medical health sector, Swine Flu isn't a big deal. It is like any other flu but with different virus strands. Depending on your immunity, you can recover quickly or being bedridden for weeks. If you get it, you just have to stay clear from public and remain at home till you are recovered. It's also a great opportunity to get rested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I haven't have it....yet...*touch wood*. Not especially on the month of D's and mine birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3602228225056705561?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3602228225056705561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-that-everyones-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3602228225056705561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3602228225056705561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/flu-that-everyones-had.html' title='The Flu that everyones had'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8221294268953083071</id><published>2009-06-06T16:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:59:28.204+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Why people are so unkind!</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely bitter about my role at work. All the emotions inside me are too overwhelming and majority of the issues are just been unfair. When it was all too much for me, I had a little talk with my Associate Director of Nursing, who was once used to my Unit Manager. She was certainly on my side. She knew there were enough staff, hence created many problems. I did my best to alternate staff to do every fortnight PM shift on the Friday. I can't make them to do every Friday night otherwise I will loose them. She understood and told me to ignore those who complained. &lt;div&gt;I had a very senior part time staff who always picked on me, constantly asked me to change shift with her on the once-a-month weekend, and talked rudely to me. It has been twice during the week that we debated one another with issues. She got me to the point where I had to defend myself and avoided her whenever I could. Even my associate and I knew that because she applied for several positions and declined, she is a different person- an angry, pessimistic person. I didn't want to sit down and discuss with her or to allow my associate to talk to her. I know if I do that, she will annoy the hell out of me. My associate said if I did something wrong, she would instantly say it in my face. But for now, what I did was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another person who was similar to her was this particular plastic surgeon. Young and think-I-know-it-all attitude, he thinks he owns the hospital. He's just as rude as her, demanding and commanding. You would think these two go well together but since last Friday, they had bad terms with each other. It reminded me how he and I went from good to bad. He would adore you and praise you at the start. As the time goes on, if he knows you well, he becomes demanding. If he can't get what he wants and you don't deliver it, he will treat u like hell. If you become defensive and state the reasons, the relationship that was once pleasant can become like enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Friday when those two worked together, he complained why there are always irregular staff. And then she complained why she was allocated in his theatre and commanded me to find someone to do a PM shift. And that was when she and I had disagreements. So she went to talk to the associate and so did he. I had the sixth sense that this would come, so I talked to my associate before it happened. I guess I was giving her the background of the issue and preparing her for this. True enough, it did happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the episode of complaining to the associate, I knew I wasn't needed to attend this matter any further. Before I left, I saw the senior nurse was talking to the other manager. Probably venting it out and complained about my role. I was very upset about it and expected her bad-mouthing me to everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep inside, I did everything I can to please everybody. But at certain times, you just can't. I realized this is part of being a manager and I can't avoid it. It has been working on my emotions alot this week. Very drained and exhausted that I had headache for 8 hours and couldn't be relieved by panadol. All I did was to sleep. I went out on Friday night and it was difficult to enjoy. It has hit me hard and I hope I'm strong enough to get over it. If it wasn't for the long service I'm about to get in 1 and half years time and trying to build the managerial experience, I would have move on to another hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8221294268953083071?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8221294268953083071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-people-are-so-unkind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8221294268953083071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8221294268953083071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-people-are-so-unkind.html' title='Why people are so unkind!'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5297426254078700399</id><published>2009-06-01T16:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:25:04.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A treat from friends</title><content type='html'>Few months ago, I recalled that I still have the birthday voucher from last year. So I browsed through &lt;a href="http://www.redballoondays.com.au"&gt;redballoondays&lt;/a&gt; and found what I wanted- a day spa luxury for face/body/feet at &lt;a href="http://www.natskin.com/"&gt;Natskin.&lt;/a&gt;  The deal was pretty good with 30mins for each part. With extra $20 more than the one I had in Gold Coast, this was well worth spent. The feet was soft and invigorated, the massage was very firm and relaxed and the face was hydrated with serum and mask. I was very impressed and the place was at South Melbourne, very near to the market AND very close to home. &lt;div&gt;Thanks guys for the great 30th bday gift! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5297426254078700399?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5297426254078700399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/treat-from-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5297426254078700399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5297426254078700399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/treat-from-friends.html' title='A treat from friends'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4297035682733819596</id><published>2009-05-27T18:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:28:08.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>G'bye Gold Coast, home sweet home Melb</title><content type='html'>On my last day of conference, I was again congested with many presentations. They were beneficial and there was more socializing involved with the medical companies. By lunch, I was quite drained and was ready to leave but taxis doesn't arrive till three hours later. So I remained, trying to stay awake. &lt;div&gt;When it was time to depart Gold Coast, I was looking forward returning home. I missed my boyz, my D and the comfort of my place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D picked me up when I arrived on schedule and I was already hunger for dinner. We went to Hu Tong, which was popularly recommended by my colleague and D's parents. The famous "siu long bao" was ordered, along with the noodles and fried dumplings. The baos were awesome, soft, juicy and tasty. So good that it was ordered again. I was tempted with the sichuan spicy soup but I was quite full. Perhaps next visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day continued with another seminar on nursing in Plastics surgery. It was located at the Royal Melbourne Hospital and I was lucky enough to find a carpark which was $9 flat rate, all day. The day ventured to an early start till 5pm. I was glad that two of my colleagues came. At least I had companions to help me get through the day. It was indeed an informative day and I was glad that I cut short the conference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three days were pretty intense, however I have learnt a great depth in my speciality. New discovery of new methods and new products that I didn't know they existed have been purchased by other public hospitals. I felt quite embarrassed and outdated as my hospital is well known for their prestigious equipments, medical and nursing staff.  I am relief that my study leaves were used, enabling me to step out from my routine tasks and updating my knowledge. Alot of improvements need to be made but it's going to be a real challenge with several restrictions. The new unit manager is starting in June and I hope she will remain longer than the previous ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflecting on my role, I have been on this job for seven and half months. How time flies. Another two more years to go will be ten years, my main benefit of receiving long service leave, which is like three months of holiday leave, excluding annual leave, family leave and sick leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4297035682733819596?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4297035682733819596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/gbye-gold-coast-home-sweet-home-melb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4297035682733819596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4297035682733819596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/gbye-gold-coast-home-sweet-home-melb.html' title='G&apos;bye Gold Coast, home sweet home Melb'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-979480518527129656</id><published>2009-05-24T20:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:25:06.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It was sunny and I was stuck inside all day</title><content type='html'>How unfortunate to be at the conference all day when the storm went away and the sun was shining.&lt;br /&gt;The day started 8am and I was enthusiastic but was quickly faded away with their numerous qualitative researches. I just wanted to know the conclusions, not with their numbers. When morning tea came, I was again energetic with the medical expos, hoping to find new equipments/instruments. However, as I walked one round, I was disappointed to find limited stalls and the stuff I would like to see were not promoting. Recession does affect the medical industry after all.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon were presentations for the nurses. Some were good and humorous, however others were boring with their research findings. I felt like going but the conference was paid 100% by me so I stayed till the end.&lt;br /&gt;When I headed out, it was dark and cooler, I had the urge of something soupy and spicy for dinner. I thought of room service again but I was over with western food. So I ventured to the small town and it was buzzling with bars, cafes and restaurants. I didn't know how busy it was on a Sunday night! I then managed to find a Vietnamese cafe and thought why not and gave it a go. I had the Spicy Beef noodles soup and prawn/pork paper rolls. They were okay, quite bland and mild, hence I asked for fresh cut chilli. The chilli was the highlight. It was extremely tiny that I consumed quite a few that it burnt my tongue. It was darn hot. I had to put extras into the rolls to give it more "umph" to the flavour. Conclusively, Melb has the best Vietnamese food. Tastier and more ingriedents added.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my last night in Gold Coast. I love the hotel room and the slightly warm weather. It was short and sweet. If it wasn't for another workshop in Melb, I would have remain right till the end. Well workshop doesn't come by so often but annual conference is.&lt;br /&gt;Another early night for me as the day begins at 8am again and I will cut short till 330pm to catch the 510pm flight. Most likely will be crashing onto the bed as I arrive home and having to wake up at 7am to arrive safely for the workshop at the Royal Melb Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It is a tiring event, travelling back and forth but at least it is not as bad as being stress at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-979480518527129656?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/979480518527129656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-sunny-and-i-was-stuck-inside-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/979480518527129656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/979480518527129656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-sunny-and-i-was-stuck-inside-all.html' title='It was sunny and I was stuck inside all day'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5334626752918257912</id><published>2009-05-23T18:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:14:23.039+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadbeach, Gold Coast conference Day 1</title><content type='html'>It was 540am today that Jetstar announced passengers to board. Yes, it was damn early and I was prepared with the packing and checking in online one day prior. I was especially early and on schedule. As soon as the plane took off, I snoozed all the way to Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving early morning with a bit of humidity and sun were blissful. I missed the warmth and forgot how good it felt after spending winter in Japan trip. As the cab driver took me to Sofitel, I remember bits and pieces of the place. The last time I went was like 5 years ago. Things have changed- more serviced and luxury apartments are built. The biggest and the main shopping mall, Pacific Fair still exists.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky when arrival that a spare room was available and I didn't have to find something to do to kill time till check in. At the start, I thought I should be resting but since I love hotel breaky buffets, I took the chance to dine in within the one and half hour.&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was a delightful and fulfilling with everything you could imagine. There was the pancake industrial machine that caught my eye. There were more like pikletts. Nevertheles, I wasn't too fuss and ate them even though I was almost full.&lt;br /&gt;To digest my full stomach, I decided to venture Pacific Fair, which only took me ten minutes walk. The shopping mall was huge with shops held outside and few of childrens' ride, which it looked like a fair. I thought I would never buy anything but I did, mainly clothes. I couldn't believe how cheap they were. More varities and practical for Melb's winter....surpringsly.&lt;br /&gt;About noon, the storm hit Broadbeach and I was prepared with my umbrella. The wind was so fierce that my umbrella flipped twice. At that moment, it was rainy and windy, I couldn't be bother to use it anymore. It was too difficult.  The day changed quickly with my balcony viewed of beach of high waves and grey sky. It wasn't a good looking view anymore. I brought my bathers and it was a pity that the pool was outdoor only.&lt;br /&gt;As I bummed in the hotel room, I waited for my massage and facial I've booked. I was so bored and handicapped without the internet that I decided to pay the wireless with the cost of $26 for the two days. With an instant, it made me happier and assisted me to kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;As time flies, I walked to the massage resort which was just down the road. I booked the package of massage and facial, hoping they would relaxed me. The masseur/beauty therapist was a young lad and she had the most gentle touch ever. So gentle that I only felt her firm massage on my neck/shoulder. Prior to the massage, I did mentioned VERY FIRM, but I guess that was all she could exert. The facial was a disappointment. She didn't assessed my skin integrity or to even ask questions, she simply put the applicators onto my skin which I HOPED that I do not react harshly to them. &lt;br /&gt;When I got out, the weather continuely to be grim and windy. I quickly walked into the liquer shop and bought a bottle of Wirra Wirra, as well as to Safeway to buy some snacks. I decided my dinner would be room service. I didn't wan to dine alone nor to be blown away. The menu sounded alright and I ordered the salmon fillet and oysters. The food standards were excellent, just like the breakfast. Although the servings were small, I was completed with a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;So whilst I'm writing the blog, I'm lying on the softest, fluffiest pillows and blankets with a glass of red's. I think I"m about to call it for the night. I don't mind sleeping really since I had four hours sleep the night before and my conference starts at 8am, stretching to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a relaxing day, despite the horrendous weather. I've spent quite a few during my shopping spree and chilled in my room. I think I'm ready for the long day tomorrow. It will be like the Uni days of sitting down and listening to lectures all day. Fun......ah hem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5334626752918257912?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5334626752918257912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/broadbeach-gold-coast-conference-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5334626752918257912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5334626752918257912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/broadbeach-gold-coast-conference-day-1.html' title='Broadbeach, Gold Coast conference Day 1'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3155695698995314892</id><published>2009-05-22T17:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:24:26.845+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Way overdue</title><content type='html'>Yes and I apologise to the regular bloggers whom read my blog several times and it hadn't been updated.&lt;br /&gt;Since my managerial role, I've been swamped with heavy workloads and the stress I had from endless politic issues. The period when I had five weeks off, I was in Japan snowboarding and travelled around the country. The days I had off were spent with my friends, loved one and family. I hardly have any time to sit down to update my blog. Many special occassions and outings were attended. Yet many sleepless nights during the weedays had overwhelmed me due to work stress. Fortuntely, with the recent short weekend trip from Barossa Valley, I was well, however I was easily lethargic and took many opportunities of sleeping early and skipping dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I am and still is so over with work as management roles are in a great transisiton. Many resigned and others retired. Last week was the International Nurses' Day and the main theme was "Nurses Leading Care Innovations". A time for change and the need to adapt to change in a modernised, technological environment. I thought that was great but there are still numerous of senior staff who were hospital trained find changing is difficult. How can we innovate and to change where there are too many ageing nurses, yet there aren't enough young people interested in the nursing career. The old ones are becoming tired and exhausted and the young ones prefers to have good hours and high pay. It is a pity how we nurses are paid so inadequately and received less incentives.&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, recession times are hard and the nurses are lucky to retain their job and I guess the majority will agree that it's better to stick with the job and hold our tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to de-stress myself is to take many short breaks and that's the only that I can last and maintain my health. Since I drained myself at work last week, I managed to sleep more at Barossa. Even though it may sound not a holiday, but it was to me. The peacfulness, the environment and good companies helped me to recuperate. Once more, this weekend I'm going away to Broadbeach, Gold Coast for conference and returning on Mon evening, following to attend another conference at Royal Melb Hospital on Tues early morning. Sounds busy but I rather be in a study environment than work. Besides, the last time I been to a conference was two years ago. About time I should further my knowledge and opening up my horizon.&lt;br /&gt;More trips coming up are Christchurch, New Zealand snowboarding and my cousin's wedding in Singapore. I am excited to both and they can surely will help me to get through till end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..writing mood is over and I'm enjoying my first purchased wine arrived this morning, Nashwuk, Shiraz 2007, McLaren Vale and to try the dumpling place that my colleague recommended, "HuTong Dumpling" at Market Lane, city for din din.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3155695698995314892?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3155695698995314892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3155695698995314892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3155695698995314892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-overdue.html' title='Way overdue'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4759574413469475406</id><published>2009-01-28T22:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:11:26.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49803c268199c91b/492da13d46e17ea3/82bf9b46/-cpid/43196c6fb1950439" id="W492da13d111f5ab449803c268199c91b" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/492da13d111f5ab4/49803c268199c91b/492da13d46e17ea3/82bf9b46/-cpid/43196c6fb1950439"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4759574413469475406?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4759574413469475406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/superwoman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4759574413469475406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4759574413469475406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/superwoman.html' title='Superwoman'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1745398971958040628</id><published>2009-01-26T21:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:59:17.410+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy "Niu" Year - Year of the Ox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SX2XJafKqlI/AAAAAAAABw0/gNv7pItko94/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Year - Year of the Ox'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SX2XJafKqlI/AAAAAAAABw0/gNv7pItko94/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7503430729788054113</id><published>2009-01-21T17:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:18:19.847+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Crisis in the Operating Theatre</title><content type='html'>As I returned to work from New Year's, it was announced that my department, Associate Director of Nursing has resigned. Her last day will be end of Jan. My unit manager will be taking over the role. God knows how long she will be doing it for. Could be a month. Could be two months. Who knows. To cover the unit manager's role, another manager will be relieving. It seems that these people are stepping up to a higher role...temporarily. I wasn't pleased with the news as the people who are relieving, apart from my unit manager, are bitchy and mean. &lt;div&gt;I am glad that I am away for five weeks next month. Whatever issues arise, I won't be there to fix them. I don't wish to know anyway. There are other managers around that can solve them. I just hope that I don't have to deal with them when I return work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around this time, it seems that people need change of environment. Hence, two staff had the most probability of resigning after middle of March. One has resigned to move to the countryside of Colac. Another one is planning to go back home, South Africa. As well, there are students starting late Feb and there aren't enough staff to buddy up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a start to 2009 for me when I newly start the role. It is as though the department is running downhill too quickly. It's just too hard for me to plan things. The most frustrating part is when I trained someone, within a year later, the person decided to move on to a different stage of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite depressing whenever I go to work, there is always a bad news. I try not to think about and continue to do my work. There's nothing I can do except to wait patiently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7503430729788054113?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7503430729788054113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/crisis-in-operating-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7503430729788054113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7503430729788054113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/crisis-in-operating-theatre.html' title='Crisis in the Operating Theatre'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7262974567550138365</id><published>2009-01-19T22:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:15:00.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The preparation of Japan Trip</title><content type='html'>Twenty three days till Japan and yet to pack. Nothing in mind to pack since I overdone it last year trip and had to pay several hundreds bucks for excess luggage. This coming trip will be almost a month long so I believe we are bound to buy something. &lt;div&gt;The main priorities were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Snowboards sent for waxing. Collecting them this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) All accommodations are booked for Shinjku/Yokohama/Kyoto/Osaka/Hiroshima. In total, per person, $AUD1422 for 18 nights. The snow accommodations ended up $708 pp for 11 nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Passport/visa checked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Found a friend to dog sitting our two dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early Feb, I will deal with the snow insurance and the Japan Rail Pass. At the moment, I've spent alot in my credit card with the upfront payment for hotels in Shinjku. The most expensive items for this month are the car insurance and registration. They had limited my expenses..unfortuntely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another prep to do is work. So far, I've done the roster till end of April and delgated some of my work to another manager for the next meeting in March. Luckily, I've found someone to relieve me whilst I'm away. THAT is the most important thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, work is in a transition period of changes in staff so I don't want to think and stress about it till I return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7262974567550138365?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7262974567550138365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparation-of-japan-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7262974567550138365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7262974567550138365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparation-of-japan-trip.html' title='The preparation of Japan Trip'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2837204297137979826</id><published>2009-01-02T15:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:12:50.973+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>What a night to end 2008</title><content type='html'>Few days before NYE was hectic, preparing food, running around to get food and drinks and setting up at our place. We had too many food and amazingly almost all were eaten. The party started at 4pm and there were early guests. Throughout the night, it was the most busiest time. More people came and more things needed to prepare. I didn't eat much and spent most of the time cleaning and tidying up.&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were pretty much the same as previous year. But the ones at New Quay had better show. As I brought some of the people back and entertaining the guests, D told me there were other people stuck in the lift. Apparently they were stuck for one and half hour. What a drama to start the year. As soon as we caught the lift down to see what was happening, they were already at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;When the night got later, most people began to home and D, James, Aaron, Gil and me stayed up till 7am. I was sobered for sure. I think it was the many shots of Jagerbomb I had that kept me awake.&lt;br /&gt;D and I had four hours sleep and woke up to clean the hideous mess. There were many to clean from living room to kitchen to balcony to bathroom and many rubbishes to dispose. At the end, we had accumulated bottles of alcohol, soft drinks and juices. I am glad it was over and I don't think we will host this kind of a party for a while. Perhaps a dinner in a restaurant and drinks in an outdoor bar will be nice. Or a short trip to getaway or even at the beach somewhere if the weather is warm. At least, we don't have to worry about anything else and to enjoy more of the celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2837204297137979826?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2837204297137979826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2837204297137979826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2837204297137979826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-2009.html' title='What a night to end 2008'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-464587455199630967</id><published>2008-12-29T22:46:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:45:11.593+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Festive Season</title><content type='html'>With Xmas just passed, I had suffered the consequence of having a cold. It was only a starting phase and I did things to alleviate the symptoms by doing yoga, napping, drinking herbal tea and resting. I also take time off from work, which they didn't mind at all. They wanted me to take leave anyway since it is confirmed to be a quiet week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum up, the partying, drinking and eating started on Xmas Eve with Carols By Candlelight, followed by CQ Bar. On Xmas Day, I had yum cha with my parents. By Boxing Day, I didn't go to any shopping and instead I went for afternoon drinking up at the Rooftop. At night, D and I went to Nobu for dinner. It was still after all, the most spectacular meal. As we continued to party on, we went karaoking at KBox on a Sat late night. It was a brand new place and the place was spacious, clean and well ventilated. I was very impressed with the updated songs they had. I certainly will go back there again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With ongoing late nights and drinking in four consecutive days, I was glad to do nothing on Sunday both day and night. However, I felt unwell during the day and knew I was going to fall sick. It is also reminded me from the previous New Year, where I was acutely sick with tonsillitis for a week. Gawd, I was miserable. I must be jinxed with New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite being lethargic and feeling congested in my chest and sinuses, D and I began to prepare for the NYE event, which is going to be at our apartment. The furniture has been re-arranged and we drove to Safeway to buy drinks and food. We will get up early tomorrow to head off to Victoria Market to get the rest of the food- gourmet sausages, meat, seafood and vegies They are cheaper to buy in bulks and always come fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather for NY will be cool. I've always remember the day being hot like high 30's or 40 degrees. This year will be different. I hope it won't get too cool as I am contemplating to wear dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the bloggers, merry belated xmas and have a great new year. See you in 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-464587455199630967?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/464587455199630967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/festive-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/464587455199630967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/464587455199630967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/festive-season.html' title='Festive Season'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4745870317739727662</id><published>2008-12-18T21:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:07:09.944+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Sean Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;D wanted me to blog this so I did. He bought this in QV today and they were on sales, $25 per tile. Their main store is in Brunswick and sells various things from shoes, T shirts, toys and etc. It reminds like an artist, Simone Legno, where Tokidoki was created. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Brunswick is too far to travel, you can check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.villainstore.com/Home.html"&gt;Villain Store&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUop6FHfiuI/AAAAAAAABhY/CmHmyLOwxkU/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUop6FHfiuI/AAAAAAAABhY/CmHmyLOwxkU/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281079590828083938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUopZn-sWUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/epLDtkdsc0Q/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUopZn-sWUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/epLDtkdsc0Q/s400/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281079033250732354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were drawn by Sean Kelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4745870317739727662?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4745870317739727662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-wanted-me-to-blog-this-so-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4745870317739727662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4745870317739727662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-wanted-me-to-blog-this-so-i-did.html' title='Sean Kelly'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUop6FHfiuI/AAAAAAAABhY/CmHmyLOwxkU/s72-c/DSC00391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7130629239038534869</id><published>2008-12-18T20:54:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:32:49.353+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Baked Curry Chicken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is our work Xmas lunch where all the managers are required to bring a dish. The lunch represents our appreciation to all the people who worked in the department and also worked many overtime and weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offered to do the starters and tonight I had made a kilo of baked curry chicken wings. This recipe was extracted from a blog,&lt;a href="http://twentysomethingandcooking.blogspot.com/"&gt; Twenty Something &amp;amp; Cooking&lt;/a&gt;. She has developed some of the simplest and quickest recipes, which had inspired me to cook again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 10.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Georgia; color: #653d20; background-color: #eeece5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baked Curry Chicken Wings&lt;/b&gt; (feeds 2)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;500g of chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp of curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tbsp of cumin&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Cook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 240c.&lt;br /&gt;2. Marinate chicken with salt and pepper, curry powder and cumin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rest the wings for 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pop it into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake for 45 mins. Be sure to check and turn them over after 25 mins or so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 61, 32); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUoj4UdD_mI/AAAAAAAABhI/WB56advj1wE/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUoj4UdD_mI/AAAAAAAABhI/WB56advj1wE/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281072963515580002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(101, 61, 32); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUojrrmdZTI/AAAAAAAABhA/OEj4UlzpV5Y/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUojrrmdZTI/AAAAAAAABhA/OEj4UlzpV5Y/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281072746390709554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7130629239038534869?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7130629239038534869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/baked-curry-chicken-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7130629239038534869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7130629239038534869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/baked-curry-chicken-wings.html' title='Baked Curry Chicken Wings'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUoj4UdD_mI/AAAAAAAABhI/WB56advj1wE/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2566964955856408798</id><published>2008-12-18T17:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:40:31.859+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs in Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUn2yJUHZrI/AAAAAAAABg4/FmKCQJQJo8M/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUn2yJUHZrI/AAAAAAAABg4/FmKCQJQJo8M/s400/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281023379422799538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this from today's The Age during my lunch break. With the current economic crisis affecting globally, the Australian Government has announced there will be restrictions to certain immigrants AND to those who are applying the permanent resident visa. It was found that the jobs listed above were in great demands and will be given the priorities. &lt;div&gt;I am lucky to know that there is always a job for me in everywhere and anywhere. On the other hand, it is sad to hear thousands of people or even more are jobless and are struggling with their daily survival needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2566964955856408798?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2566964955856408798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobs-in-demand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2566964955856408798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2566964955856408798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobs-in-demand.html' title='Jobs in Demand'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUn2yJUHZrI/AAAAAAAABg4/FmKCQJQJo8M/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1050146487040661441</id><published>2008-12-13T19:55:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:38:28.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintaining the Curls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been two months since I permed and the curls are still curly. With alot of time and maintenance, I have used the products which I think they are fantastic. Let me share these with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wash my hair every third day. I was told by people who has curls and from articles that it is not a good idea to wash your hair daily, as it will strip the curls and becomes more frizzy. Well, believe it or not, I did it for the past two months and I totally agreed with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redken- Fresh Curls Shampoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN518DGmuI/AAAAAAAABgw/L0mg7vbTfl4/s1600-h/freshcurls_Shampoo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN518DGmuI/AAAAAAAABgw/L0mg7vbTfl4/s400/freshcurls_Shampoo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279197155767524066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has won for the best shampoo from the Launchpad's Readers Choice Award 2007. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redken- Fresh Curls Conditioner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5waOoypI/AAAAAAAABgo/F_DWIVkRTe8/s1600-h/freshcurls_Conditioner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5waOoypI/AAAAAAAABgo/F_DWIVkRTe8/s400/freshcurls_Conditioner.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279197060789750418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've used this from the scalp to the ends. I used my fingers to slowly detangle it, followed by using the wide teeth comb to evenly spread the conditioner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enhancement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redken- Fresh Curl Boost Anti Frizz Scrunching Spray Gel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5q9ZNxcI/AAAAAAAABgg/KTF_CaMC2Os/s1600-h/freshcurls_Boost.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5q9ZNxcI/AAAAAAAABgg/KTF_CaMC2Os/s400/freshcurls_Boost.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279196967150142914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used this on a damp hair, flipping my hair upside down first. As I sprayed, with my other hand I scrunched the hair. I only sprayed from mid to the ends, never the scalp. Initially, the hair felt hard and has the wet look but on the second day, the curls softened. I do not rinse it out at the end of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Also won an award for the best curl enhancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Morning After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOP (Modern Organic Products)- C-System C Curl Curl Refreshing Spray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5kYIstkI/AAAAAAAABgY/sJ_5XxggGFU/s1600-h/sleekhair_2033_12142893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5kYIstkI/AAAAAAAABgY/sJ_5XxggGFU/s400/sleekhair_2033_12142893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279196854069540418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a mist that revives the curls. Great to use in the morning before work and anytime of the day and night for touch ups. I love this product 'coz it doesn't weigh the hair down and it defines the curls. On the weekdays where I have to tie up into a bun, I lightly spray onto it and when I get home after work, my hair becomes more curlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treatment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerastase- Oleo-Curl Intense Masque &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5ds_zekI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VPAchWE2Zx8/s1600-h/product-15667045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN5ds_zekI/AAAAAAAABgQ/VPAchWE2Zx8/s400/product-15667045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279196739410295362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the treatment once a week as my hair has been always dry from the constant dyeing, blow drying and the use of hair straightener. I did exactly the same with the process of conditioning, except that I took a further step of putting up into a bun and left it for 20 minutes. To kill time, I usually surf the internet or some house chores. After 20 minutes later, I throughly rinsed it off and proceeded with the use of spray gel. Even though the product is expensive but I only had to use the size of fifty cent coin. It's so thick and intense that it brings the curls back to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1050146487040661441?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1050146487040661441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/maintaining-curls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1050146487040661441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1050146487040661441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/maintaining-curls.html' title='Maintaining the Curls'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SUN518DGmuI/AAAAAAAABgw/L0mg7vbTfl4/s72-c/freshcurls_Shampoo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3788385974038446796</id><published>2008-12-12T10:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:35:40.125+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>The Remainder of Xmas work functions</title><content type='html'>Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;It was held at &lt;a href="http://www.quaff.net.au/"&gt;Quaff&lt;/a&gt;, Toorak by the surgeons who work mainly at &lt;a href="http://www.melbplastsurg.com/"&gt;Melbourne Institute of Plastic Surgery&lt;/a&gt;, as well as Cabrini. The place was nice, extending to the outdoor area. There were several people turned up and most were very dressed up, heaps of make-up and looked "plastic". I came straight after work and changed at work. I didn't bother doing too much of my appearance as I was exhausted from the ten hours of work. I was intended of not going but I just had to show-my-face for a while. As usual, there were free flows of alcohol and finger food. I though I should have some red's. After two glasses, I was ready to be in bed. I stayed for an hour and half and left. I was contemplating to have instant noodles before I sleep but I was too burnt out and crashed onto the bed by 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Another ten hours of work, except I left earlier to go to one of my ex-collague's house. It was only two blocks down from work. We caught up and managed to check out her rabbit. Huge I must say, a tiny fraction smaller than Ourdi. I was freshened up, got changed and chilled. My unit manager, A also dropped by and we chatted. I didn't believe she smoked until she said she needed one. I guess I'm not the only one who is stressed.&lt;br /&gt;At 630pm, A gave us a lift to the Bala Da Dhaba, which was located at Glen Iris. Somehow, I think that the majority like Indian food, as the farewell dinner last week was also Indian. The night didn't turned out well. The colleague who organised it didn't turned up and claimed she was unwell. What made the matters worst were she booked for twenty people. There weren't that many managers! The bookings were confirmed two days ago and neither of us were told to pay before or on the night or what the set menu was. When A told the manager of the restaurant that nine of us turned up, he said the food was already prepared for twenty. We all freaked out as the cost should be $25 per person and we might have to pay more. Most weren't happy and one tried to call the organiser's mobile. She didn't picked it up. So we went ahead with the dinner anyway and were feeling unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;During the second entree, I had to reconfirm if he still charging us for 20 people. He said no. We were so relieved and slowly enjoying the night. I got to know alot more of the others and some were surprised that I could drink alcohol and quite a few too. I knew more about A, that her daughters also played piano with the same grades as I am (theory Grade 5 and practical Grade 7). I also discovered that I wasn't alone who travelled lesser time to work but longer time to reach home. Only two live in Templestowe and they have to be up earlier than me, which I normally wake up at 615am on managment days and 640am on clinical days.&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't appealing and I prefer to go to Namaskar. They have one of the best Dosa.&lt;br /&gt;The night ended early as most have to work tomorrow morning. It was also finaliased by A that she would get one of us to organise Xmas dinner next year. I think last night dinner will be mention at work today. Ahhhh luckily I have a day off so I'm not involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3788385974038446796?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3788385974038446796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/remainders-of-xmas-work-functions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3788385974038446796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3788385974038446796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/remainders-of-xmas-work-functions.html' title='The Remainder of Xmas work functions'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3616418587734081359</id><published>2008-12-08T22:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:12:59.896+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Non-stop eating and drinking weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;div&gt;Drinks @ Cho Gao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner @ Groove Train, Melb Central. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clubbing @ Eve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: Trashed and went home at about 2-230am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungover......bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brunch @ a cafe in South Melb. Note: worst breaky ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner @ Zios, East Melb.   Note: used the meal entertainment card. Expensive but good food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinks @ Bambu Lounge &amp;amp; Bar. Note: A charity cocktail party for the Breast Cancer Foundation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After party drinks @ Element. Note: Mystique Sat event. The best night ever with old and new RnB tracks. Encountered old and new friends. Sobered and went home at 4am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: exhausted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt lethargic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch @ Groove Train, South Melb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of three work Xmas functions in the afternoon @ one of the Plastic's surgeon's house, Prahran. Note: Had four glasses of champagne. Some brought their kids- very cute, gorgeous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early evening drinks @ Cookie, rooftop. Note: Fren's brother birthday. Had two pint of beers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner @ E C Pot Cafe. Note: well known for claypots. Food was below average. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: even more exhausted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I have two more Xmas functions to attend. One on Wed night and the other is on Thurs night. It's gonna be a crazy week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3616418587734081359?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3616418587734081359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/non-stop-eating-and-drinking-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3616418587734081359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3616418587734081359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/non-stop-eating-and-drinking-weekend.html' title='Non-stop eating and drinking weekend'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-747029650988479526</id><published>2008-12-05T09:23:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:43:07.742+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort drinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThaydOKUiI/AAAAAAAABgI/k353IB9gA2Y/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThaydOKUiI/AAAAAAAABgI/k353IB9gA2Y/s400/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276066786348519970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Koko- Chadstone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThaYpDFcSI/AAAAAAAABgA/QnCKVdvmWMc/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThaYpDFcSI/AAAAAAAABgA/QnCKVdvmWMc/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276066342846689570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belgium Hot Chocolate with Chilli Blend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThY19yiacI/AAAAAAAABf4/_PKGGbcxkEg/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThY19yiacI/AAAAAAAABf4/_PKGGbcxkEg/s400/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276064647607380418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-747029650988479526?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/747029650988479526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/747029650988479526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/747029650988479526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-little-things.html' title='Comfort drinks'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThaydOKUiI/AAAAAAAABgI/k353IB9gA2Y/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-9152808664002374335</id><published>2008-12-05T08:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:16:13.654+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><title type='text'>A nite out with Cabrini gals</title><content type='html'>One of our manager has resigned and took up a different role at St Vincent Hospital. So one colleague decided to organise a farewell dinner. &lt;div&gt;Most worked yesterday and came straight to the dinner, which was at &lt;a href="http://www.namaskarindia.com.au/locateUs.php"&gt;Namaskar India&lt;/a&gt;. I ate there quite a few times and it was a very popular place 'coz the food is extremely CHEAP. It was recently some time this year that they had a changed in management, hence the standards dropped and the takeaways were awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food ordered last night were plentiful and infact too many. The Dosa was the only thing I liked. The service were terribly slow and the main dishes came out before the rice. By the time we got our rice, we had almost finished the mains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite of the food and service, we talked alot of things, more of the gossips. I was amazed that the two other senior managers came and was happy chatting away and filling us with more gossips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was getting late for us as some have to work early the next day, yet we were busy talking. Even we settled the bill and left, we were still hanging around outside the restaurant on the pathway and continued talking. It's funny how we all see each other everyday and work with one another, however we hardly conversed. Our work is so intense and overly busy that we dwell too much to our job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great night to get to know each other more and hope there will many more outings next year. At least now, there are less tensions and more communications. We can work with one another with ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-9152808664002374335?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/9152808664002374335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/nite-out-with-cabrini-gals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9152808664002374335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9152808664002374335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/nite-out-with-cabrini-gals.html' title='A nite out with Cabrini gals'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7375413818529699023</id><published>2008-12-05T08:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:46:08.989+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Stereosonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather predicted to be cool and cloudy but the day turned out to be pretty warm and sunny. I was excited to see the DJs of Carl Cox and Paul Van Dyke, however with the slow turn overs and dull music, I was discontented. The music was not their style and wondered if they have changed it completely or happened only that day. The entire day and night, I hardly danced and spent most of my time standing or going to the toilet. I think I drank too much from 2ish till about 8ish. Luckily, with great companies, I managed to get through the day AND night. By the end of the night, I was knackered even though I didn't danced much. I felt fine the next morning, getting up early for breakfast. Abit lethargic but at least I was up in the day and not sleeping in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This event was the second year and I think I will go again next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThKWylyNoI/AAAAAAAABfg/LWCNoQvNMtI/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThKWylyNoI/AAAAAAAABfg/LWCNoQvNMtI/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276048718862366338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThKlZoXTVI/AAAAAAAABfo/aWwGrw9uJqY/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThK5ziF9BI/AAAAAAAABfw/w9VpAgIAYP8/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThK5ziF9BI/AAAAAAAABfw/w9VpAgIAYP8/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049320410739730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7375413818529699023?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7375413818529699023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/stereosonic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7375413818529699023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7375413818529699023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/stereosonic.html' title='Stereosonic'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SThKWylyNoI/AAAAAAAABfg/LWCNoQvNMtI/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3794451244998839726</id><published>2008-11-27T20:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:57:10.367+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A plan for 2009</title><content type='html'>The good news are my manager still allows me to take the five weeks off to Japan on Feb-March. I was very happy about it. Even more so, I've applied leave from 15th May till 18th May to Barossa Valley, which E managed to find very cheap tickets from Tiger Airways. In total with tax and luggage fee, it was $80 return. Darn impressive I must say. So I'm looking forward to the upcoming holidays. Even though I need a holiday now, I think I can endure till Feb. Work has been too intense lately, especially with the festive seasons coming soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've gained my work position title, I thought it is wise to decide some productive activities to act on for 2009. I still love to go out party, drink, eat and travel but I need to shuffle my priorities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) No more going out on weeknights UNLESS it is a public holiday, long weekend, Friday off (which I do in one of the weeks) and on holiday leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) No going out on Saturday night whenever I work on the Sunday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Furthering professional development and self-growth by attending my hospital's and external seminars/workshops, reading books and from internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Going to as many work conferences as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Committing to yoga lessons and cooking, at least twice a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Learn to be positive and to take time to chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Browsing through properties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Keep saving $$$. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's enough for now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3794451244998839726?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3794451244998839726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/plan-for-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3794451244998839726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3794451244998839726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/plan-for-2009.html' title='A plan for 2009'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3550096132059344169</id><published>2008-11-25T19:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:20:53.927+11:00</updated><title type='text'>At long last........I've finally got it</title><content type='html'>I had many upset times when I started working, just after I completed my Postgraduate Diploma. I was young and naive when I was optimistic in getting the managerial role but failed. I've done the acting last year and again this year with longer months. And today, all the hard efforts and time put through paid off. I have finally gained the title (a rather long one) as Associate Nurse Unit Manager (ANUM) of Operating Theatre- Plastics/Paediatrics/ENT. Plastics surgery as everyone known, both cosmetics and medical are breast surgery, nose surgery, facelift, liposuction, removal of moles or melanomas...just to name a few. Paediatrics surgery are specialize from infants to young teenagers. ENT stands for ear, nose and throat and examples are removal of tonsils, nasal surgery which helps breathing easier and removing ear diseases. &lt;div&gt;Yes, I am managing three specialities, unlike the other ANUMS having to deal with only one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pleased, although it is a starting journey to many more challenges, more politics and more meetings. On the good sides, they will assist my self growth to become wise and mature. It is another stage of my life that I have to take additional responsibilities, which means I prefer not to socialise on the weeknights and Sunday night. Well, the once-a-month Sunday night and Monday day off does happens and will carry forward to the next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who had gave me advices, encouragements and supports, I thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3550096132059344169?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3550096132059344169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-long-lastive-finally-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3550096132059344169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3550096132059344169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-long-lastive-finally-got-it.html' title='At long last........I&apos;ve finally got it'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3343733898871930097</id><published>2008-11-23T20:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:07:25.849+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Working hard, playing hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Work has been intensely stressful for the past weeks. I had a bad-run with a senior colleague, who was also one of my referee, had took advantages of me and even told me off how I should do my job. I was indeed furious and humiliated that in response I defended myself. I knew I had did nothing wrong or to deliver harm. I was disappointed in her, especially when her title is Clinical Nurse Specialist (CNS). Although, she was like twenty years older than me, by all do respect, she had little knowledge to what is happening around the workplace. She only works two days a week and expects to be pampered. Since then, we didn't talked how we used to talk. I also quickly told my manager that I wanted to change one of my referee to someone else. I couldn't let her jeopardize my application process. In fact, I recalled that it was also her that I didn't get my CNS few years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had another moment with a a different senior colleague. This time, when crisis suddenly arose, she rudely demanded that I should get this particular item immediately. At the same time, other people wanted things from me. Whilst trying to do three things at once, I was repeatedly been hassled and she appeared to be very angry. All she could was to calm the surgeon as things need time to transport from downstairs. As soon as I was getting other things, I encountered her again and she walked passed me with the things she needed and showed unpleasant gestures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The rest of the colleagues had seen the situation and knew she has been always like that- very old, very grumpy and very selfish. I don't understand why the majority of seniors behave in these ways. If not happy, then retire or change job. On the other hand, who wants to change since they had been working for over 15-20 years. I guess retiring is out of the question due to the current global economic crisis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is too hard working in the environment where people are unhappy, stress and angry. There is hardly any harmony in this department. Sometimes, I wonder maybe being a normal employee is good enough with less worries, less responsibilities and less controlling. However, I had acted in a managerial role for the past three and half months and I deserve the title. I've done the interview part, which was quite intense. Thought I could have answer better. But what's done is done. I will know the result by Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the meantime, my work took alot out of me. All I did was to sleep early like 1030pm and getting up between 615am or 640am, depending on the shifts, worked the whole day, came back home, fed myself with food and water and slept early. It became a regular pattern that I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't have the energy to even watch a movie. Sad but true. When weekends came, there were never ending of birthdays to attend. By Sunday, I got too tired and times of hungover, I dreaded to work on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The worst time was last week. I experienced the most lethargic moments and thought I should go for a check-up. The tiredness was so overwhelmed that I had lost all appetite, especially dinner. It was a concerned matter, thinking I should go easy with my hectic social life and spend extra time to rest. There are upcoming events during the week but I should take care of myself and save for Stereosonics on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll just see how this week goes and I am trying reduce the stress and tiredness by having a private yoga lesson every Tues with a gal fren, whom is also an instructor. I am also thinking of cooking. After reading a blog of recipes today, it somehow gives me the desire to make them and also to create a hobby of interest. Just hope I won't get too tired to do them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3343733898871930097?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3343733898871930097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-hard-playing-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3343733898871930097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3343733898871930097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-hard-playing-hard.html' title='Working hard, playing hard'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7292535823053705106</id><published>2008-11-09T20:26:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:00:53.764+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown + Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRbB6kw-HJI/AAAAAAAABfY/LzHQjzclc0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRbB6kw-HJI/AAAAAAAABfY/LzHQjzclc0Q/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610026302020754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRbAIs73n3I/AAAAAAAABfQ/0uRJ12U7Omw/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRbAIs73n3I/AAAAAAAABfQ/0uRJ12U7Omw/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266608069990129522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started at 8pm and I was surrounded by screaming young girls. The place was literally full house. Thanks to&lt;a href="http://www.preferredseating.com.au/"&gt; Preferred Seating&lt;/a&gt;, we were seated in the best spots. The first half with Chris Brown was entertaining, yet less singing. He involved the crowd to clap, sing and even selected a few people from the front to be on the stage. His dancing and choreography were a bit disappointing as Justin Timberlake performed better. &lt;div&gt;With one hour show, Chris Brown ended his part. There was a break, which took more than 30 minutes. I was a bit annoyed with that since it was getting late and there wasn't much time for Rihanna to perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After waiting patiently, Rihanna began her show and the stage looked bigger and nicer. The majority of the songs sung were rock. I preferred her old style which was RnB. She has certainly a strong vocal voice and it was great seeing her doing some acoustic songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert finished at 1115pm and ended with a duet song, Chris and Rihanna, singing "Umbrella". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an entertaining night but it could have been improved with more singing and less rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7292535823053705106?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7292535823053705106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/chris-brown-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7292535823053705106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7292535823053705106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/chris-brown-rihanna.html' title='Chris Brown + Rihanna'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRbB6kw-HJI/AAAAAAAABfY/LzHQjzclc0Q/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8208462879729974635</id><published>2008-11-06T00:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:06:33.979+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It is annoying......</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed of: &lt;div&gt;* Having no support in my work role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Waiting for the work application process &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* People's shitty behaviors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Myself being bothered with every little things and others don't give a shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* People with double standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Not able to plan anything till I'm confirmed in my role. Everything is on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Being tired but still sleeping less and waking up early, even on the weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The current economic crisis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Having to work on the ten hours shift on New Year's Eve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The fact that if I don't have a holiday soon, I"ll be more of a stress-head and pessimistic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need to either: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sleep it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Take a chill pill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Have a short getaway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* ?____________??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8208462879729974635?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8208462879729974635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8208462879729974635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8208462879729974635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-annoying.html' title='It is annoying......'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7042270538170720343</id><published>2008-11-04T18:52:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:02:31.929+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>A very busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;5th Nov: Chris Brown and Rihanna Concert, Melbourne Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAKFYZB4nI/AAAAAAAABfI/_LrfTI3691g/s1600-h/sfx30932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAKFYZB4nI/AAAAAAAABfI/_LrfTI3691g/s400/sfx30932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264719051959165554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th Nov: Jenny's Farewell Dinner, location TBA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAJ6Gm6RjI/AAAAAAAABfA/taEeDTCB8Uw/s1600-h/n667630652_804219_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAJ6Gm6RjI/AAAAAAAABfA/taEeDTCB8Uw/s320/n667630652_804219_2484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264718858206987826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th Nov: Fine dining dinner @ Verge, Flinders Lane, CBD &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAGHchPTfI/AAAAAAAABe4/VFoniU4SH3g/s1600-h/97309_63855_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAGHchPTfI/AAAAAAAABe4/VFoniU4SH3g/s400/97309_63855_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264714689380568562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th Nov: The Twinz birthday drinks @ Syn Bar, Russell Street, CBD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAF9s6IFII/AAAAAAAABew/7fdd80Q-cWQ/s1600-h/synbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAF9s6IFII/AAAAAAAABew/7fdd80Q-cWQ/s400/synbar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264714521981228162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7042270538170720343?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7042270538170720343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-busy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7042270538170720343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7042270538170720343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-busy-week.html' title='A very busy week'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SRAKFYZB4nI/AAAAAAAABfI/_LrfTI3691g/s72-c/sfx30932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8016831823553424015</id><published>2008-11-03T10:22:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:04:27.425+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Overdue Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Last Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BBQ and a Short Time @ Bubbles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D's big group of friends- the hardcore party people, came to our place to have BBQ. It was previously confirmed at the Yarra Edge Park but due to the strong winds, our place was a better option. It began at four in the afternoon with lots of booze, especially beers and lots of food. There were over fifteen people and the place accommodated very well both indoors and balcony. On that day, I was constantly hungry and thirsty; and didn't stopped till 10pm. By night, some left to attend another birthdays, some went home and some remained. It was concluded at the end of the night, we went to Bubbles for a short while. The place was the same, yet wasn't crowded. Perhaps we went early. We stayed for two hours and left. I was very tired and very drunk. Having a hungover the next day, we went up to Bendigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first son in the family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeannie had her first baby boy on the 23rd October. We drove up to Bendigo and caught up with the family there. His name was Ethan and weighted with seven pounds. Very cute with big eyes and ALOT of hair. Prior to the visit, I went shopping at Chaddy to buy some gifts- blanket, towels, socks and his first Nike Air Max shoes.  The shoes were the favorable one as they looked extremely tiny and cute. It was good to catch up with J, Kiet and the family again. It was amazing how time flies and already she is a mother. Am happy for her and she now have the rest of the one-year of maternity leave to rest. (Oh yeh, that is our entitlement as nurses) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward in seeing her again in one and half weeks time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Derby Day @ Flemington Racecourse&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad that I bought the toeless stockings 'coz it was a cold morning. I got up at 615am to cook breakfast and ate little. It was too early to eat anything. D was a good boy. He ate it all and it was a huge one too. Noticing the limited of time, I had a quick shower, make up and all done within 35 minutes. I didn't do much of my hair as it was still curly. All I did was to clip the hairpiece in place and that was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a cab down to DY and DL's place and were the first arrival. By 9am, the rest came and we started our journey to the train station. The walk felt long with many uphill roads and when we arrived the station, the train bypassed us. One of us looked at the listed timetables and found the train doesn't stop where we at. So we had no choice but to take cabs, but at that time it was difficult to hail one. It was the busiest time where everyone was heading to the racecourse. Luckily, there were two drivers who were extremely nice to give us a lift, with a charge of $10. Some got in and others managed to get a cab. Ironically, the last group waited for a cab, they were the first to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the radio we heard in the car, it was expected to have 150,000 people attending. At the start of the day wasn't too bad. We managed to find a spot, the queues for the toilet and the drinks weren't that bad. It was around 2-3ish when the place became packed, hence it took forever to buy drinks and food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the final race was about to take off, the sun came out and became very warm. I didn't expected this so I had to borrow one of our friend's sunglass and people were gradually noticing the red spots on my shoulders. Ah yes, I had a sunburnt. Tender and sore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party didn't end as we migrated to a bar in the city, &lt;a href="http://www.madamebrussels.com/wiki/"&gt;Madame Brussels&lt;/a&gt;. At that moment, I was pretty much drunk. So drunk that I didn't feel like drinking any further. The only drink I had was the Bloody Mary and it boosted my sobering process. Infact, it was real yummy. Throughout the night, I sat and talked, whilst the others continued drinking. At 10pm, I was tired, hungry and ready to go home. I had instant noodles, which I really didn't mind having it. It had been a very long day and this year was better than the first one I went, which was two years ago. The crowds were in good behaviors and I didn't have to queue too long. Or maybe I was too drunk to notice?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQ5aay3Cx5I/AAAAAAAABeo/7wPKzIZmrmI/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQ5aay3Cx5I/AAAAAAAABeo/7wPKzIZmrmI/s400/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264244430818428818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8016831823553424015?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8016831823553424015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/overdue-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8016831823553424015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8016831823553424015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/overdue-posts.html' title='Overdue Posts'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQ5aay3Cx5I/AAAAAAAABeo/7wPKzIZmrmI/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5799384449652597701</id><published>2008-10-27T18:32:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:07:14.332+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-digital permed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQV2hyolahI/AAAAAAAABeY/nASZy7SVt1w/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last time I had my hair done was on March this year in Singapore at the same hairdresser I went in previous year. Within the two weeks, the digital permed went flat and slowly the curls went. I was upset 'coz it was not supposed to turn out like that in the long term. &lt;div&gt;So today, I re-digital permed at Seri on Russel Street. It was very quiet..I was the only one. I didn't mind, I was hoping for the best service. The hairdresser I had was pretty good and she used to work in the first branch at Carnegie. Sadly to hear that they sold it and left with the two- La Trobe St and Russel St. The overall process was done with utmost care and took only two and half hours. I was shocked! The times I did in Singapore took at least four hours and I always had to rush back to the hotel to change and headed out to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hair did turned out very curly and full of volume. At first, I wasn't used to the look but I knew that in few weeks time, the curls will gradually become big curls and following to wavy look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cost was a bit pricey, but that's normal. Digital permed is not as popular as in South-East Asia. I just hope the curls will remain as long as they can. Will update again in few months time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQV2hyolahI/AAAAAAAABeY/nASZy7SVt1w/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261742062552050194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5799384449652597701?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5799384449652597701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-digital-permed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5799384449652597701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5799384449652597701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-digital-permed.html' title='Re-digital permed'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SQV2hyolahI/AAAAAAAABeY/nASZy7SVt1w/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-291881092892562682</id><published>2008-10-24T23:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:26:26.191+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off In Lieu</title><content type='html'>I had used my own time to attend the two important meetings this week. They were after all may reflect on my application of the position. The first one wasn't too bad as it was related of my department. The second part was extremely boring. It was a good insight to the overall of the hospital, however I was tired from working the eight hours shift. &lt;div&gt;Additionally, I was asked to change a shift for this coming Tues but I said I rather do the ten hours shift so I can have management time. Doing an afternoon shift (1300-2130) is okay with the bonus of sleeping in. But it can be also a very busy shift and most of the time would be spent in the theatre. Normally by 2pm-3pm, people will be starting to finish up work and preparing to head home, hence I am unable to organise things. I know I'm a good person to use since I'm flexible. I can virtually do almost everything. Things are different now to how I was prior my role. Even though I'm just an Acting in my role, I am still a manager and I have different priorities. Initially, the nurse-in-charge who asked me to change my shift wasn't too happy. I wasn't about to give in and only suggested that I would do a longer shift from 8 hours to 10 hours. Her mood was instantly uplifted. I, on the other hand wasn't too pleased. I despise the ten hours shift. It tires me quickly and tend to stay back from work. Oh well, what to do. Too many overbooked surgeries and shortages of nurses. It's getting worse as each year passes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if God has heard my complaints and miseries, about fifteen minutes later, my unit manager asked me to go to the second meeting. I then asked her in favor if I can have a day off as I've agreed to do a longer shift next week. She said yes and within thirty minutes, the unit manager and nurse-in-charge allowed me to have the Mon off. Being money minded at that moment, I queried how I would fill out my pay, whether to document separately or...? The manager said: " You would be paid on your day off." THAT really made my day! And I hope she remembers it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I was contemplating what I would do on Monday or should I say, what are the things needed to be done. Haircut is part of the list. And I'm going to have it trim and re digital perm again. I know I won't be returning to Singapore next year so I'll just do it here. It's not cheap and I do not wish to buy an airline ticket purely for a haircut. I never have it done in Melb and I'm going to give it a go anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-291881092892562682?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/291881092892562682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-off-in-lieu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/291881092892562682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/291881092892562682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-off-in-lieu.html' title='Time Off In Lieu'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7149642367273395416</id><published>2008-10-22T21:11:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:53:56.720+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Associate Nurse Unit Manager- Operating Theatre</title><content type='html'>The position has FINALLY advertised on its website. If I hadn't attended the Plastics Surgeons Craft Group on Monday evening, I probably will be still waiting. At the meeting, the Associate Director of Nursing was present and I had to force myself to ask her about the position. Since then, she immediately took action and it was officially advertised by this afternoon.&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I have made my decision to apply. It's about time. I didn't realized that I did acting for about two and half months now. I need to know where I stand so I can plan for my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The application closes on 7th Nov so there will be more waiting involved. *sighz*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7149642367273395416?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7149642367273395416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/associate-nurse-unit-manager-operating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7149642367273395416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7149642367273395416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/associate-nurse-unit-manager-operating.html' title='Associate Nurse Unit Manager- Operating Theatre'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-427204960946782239</id><published>2008-10-22T20:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:09:46.026+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Dinner @ Nobu</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.au/mwms78/NobuDinner#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/mwms78/SP74viZeJhE/AAAAAAAABd8/koUWM3xeWLc/s160-c/NobuDinner.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.au/mwms78/NobuDinner#" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Nobu Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loved the food at &lt;a href="http://gourmettraveller.com.au/nobu_restaurant_melbourne.htm"&gt;Nobu&lt;/a&gt; I had on Sunday night. There were too many to chooses from but luckily James and Eva were there to help out. It was their second time and mine was the first. The menu had lots of small dishes to share and we ordered heaps. The sake that James had was nice. I was amazed! I had few sips but I still preferred my wine. I ordered the Spanish red wine, which infact an easy drink. I was beginning to fancy more of the Spanish red. &lt;div&gt;The dessert was spectacular. The warm rice pudding, wrapped with paper bag was heating on the burner. What a perfect food to end the meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the dinner was costly but the dishes were flavorsome and very fresh. It reminded me of the times I was in Japan this year. I certainly miss it but I know I'll be there again on Feb-March '09. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobu.....I will definitely go back there again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-427204960946782239?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/427204960946782239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-nobu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/427204960946782239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/427204960946782239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-nobu.html' title='Dinner @ Nobu'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/mwms78/SP74viZeJhE/AAAAAAAABd8/koUWM3xeWLc/s72-c/NobuDinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-986318701605198569</id><published>2008-10-09T18:56:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:03:50.674+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Three Years Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO3AfBArVxI/AAAAAAAABbU/fn_GdZ9qHSM/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO3AfBArVxI/AAAAAAAABbU/fn_GdZ9qHSM/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255067979290990354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newest designed, limited edition of the clutch by Gucci. And I've got the last one in Melbourne! Love, love love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO2_V5PlalI/AAAAAAAABbM/UhKb1Spw7hs/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO2_V5PlalI/AAAAAAAABbM/UhKb1Spw7hs/s320/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255066723075582546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I came down with the cold, I couldn't say much about the food. I liked the entrees though. The top: Scallops and Quails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom: Grilled tuna steak and Grilled Steak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO291AXKBBI/AAAAAAAABbE/xxgklqHckps/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO291AXKBBI/AAAAAAAABbE/xxgklqHckps/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255065058539078674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got D's a ticket (and for me too) to Rhianna and Chris Brown concert on 5th Nov, after the Melbourne Cup Day. I missed the first night as I took my time contemplating if I should get it or not. Instead, they were sold out in few hours. Luckily, the second night was released and with no hesitation, I bought them from Preferred Seating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got him an Apple software, Aperture 2 so that he can edit images from his SLR camera. Have fun playing, D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO26pPrkyfI/AAAAAAAABas/iJDVQ1xc8SE/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO26Sg3ntOI/AAAAAAAABak/8usaIXZqGis/s1600-h/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO26Sg3ntOI/AAAAAAAABak/8usaIXZqGis/s400/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255061167434872034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous flowers of tulips and roses. Interesting combination. Love, love, love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-986318701605198569?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/986318701605198569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-years-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/986318701605198569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/986318701605198569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-years-anniversary.html' title='Three Years Anniversary'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SO3AfBArVxI/AAAAAAAABbU/fn_GdZ9qHSM/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1981765314920354130</id><published>2008-10-06T22:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:03:15.501+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Stereosonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOsz1o9bgKI/AAAAAAAABac/GVHw6uuGzNM/s1600-h/melb_eflyer_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOsz1o9bgKI/AAAAAAAABac/GVHw6uuGzNM/s400/melb_eflyer_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254350386878972066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! I finally got the tickets for me and D to go to Stereosonic. Apparently, we both were keen to get the tickets. On his part, he was told by inthemix that the second release were all sold out. As far as I know, the last time I checked (last nite) were still on sales. And today the tickets still hadn't sold out..........from moshtix. I assumed moshtix has reserved a whole stack of tickets. The main sponsor? &lt;div&gt;I'm excited now. Really, I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1981765314920354130?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1981765314920354130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/stereosonic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1981765314920354130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1981765314920354130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/stereosonic.html' title='Stereosonic'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOsz1o9bgKI/AAAAAAAABac/GVHw6uuGzNM/s72-c/melb_eflyer_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1381275386349070078</id><published>2008-10-06T20:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:23:04.724+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Extension</title><content type='html'>Another week left being in a managerial role and I've decided to speak to my unit manager about my contract. She wanted me to extend my role till the Human Resource Department advertises the position. To be fair, it needs to go through the process of applying and interviewing. It's a tedious routine but have to be done. &lt;div&gt;Although I had feedback stating I was good at my job, I still need to work more on my HR skills. True that. I'm always a quiet, reserved person. It can't be taught in the book or in institutional places. Experiences and time are the main points, enabling these skills to amplify. I agreed to certain aspects. Some who are managers are at my age, get along with others just fine. It's resembling to political votes. The more supporters you have, the higher chance of winning the role. Bah! I wish it is that easy, yet majority are old, very old and grumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just continue what I'm doing and wait. I wish there are immediate answers so that I can plan on other things like my holidays and the meal card. I guess they all say: "Patience is a virtue". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1381275386349070078?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1381275386349070078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/extension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1381275386349070078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1381275386349070078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/extension.html' title='Extension'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-248398079437839769</id><published>2008-10-05T17:30:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:41:50.986+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>A disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had never been to GK that played really boring music and more like a clubbing music in &lt;a href="http://www.melbournepubs.com/v/583/"&gt;Prince Of Wale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that there were few international DJs, they weren't that good. The styles were repetitious and slow. That's my opinion anyway. Even though I started off listening to the old school DJs of Will E Tell, Carl Cox, Jeff Mills and progressed to the old school of Hard NRG resident DJs of Jason Midro, Master Kaos, I preferred those kind of music. I do enjoy trance, hence Paul Van Dyke and Tiesto.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later at night, we checked out the other room, which we were looking forward to a great DJ, Scott Alert. With disappointment, he didn't put his efforts to play the best music and he supposed to spin till the end of the night but finished one hour earlier. We had no choice but to turn back to the main arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 6am, I began to feel tired, really tired and closed my eyes during the last hour we had. At that point, I couldn't be bother dancing anymore or trying to get hyped up. It was a nice feeling and allowed myself to chill down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the start of the night, a designated driver/chauffeur was arranged for transportation to and from GK. However, the driver didn't came. D rang and he said he was stuck in a remote area and couldn't come. I wasn't a happy chappy, especially when the morning was freezing cold. He could have call or sms, stating he couldn't make it. Instead, we spent the last twenty minutes or so trying to hail for a cab. It was the worst moment of all. Everyone wanted a lift home. With great patience and tolerance, we finally got a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all I can say that if it wasn't for a good company of friends and the extra enhancement, I would not have stay for the whole night. That will be my last GK. No more. Sadly to say that it was their 10th anniversary. By reflecting it, I think the first five years were the best and the last five years had worsen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been eleven hours since GK and already D was mentioning about&lt;a href="http://www.stereosonic.com.au/melbourne.php"&gt; Stereosonic 2008&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday 29th Nov. Apparently majority of the artists are really good, not forgetting Ajax, Carl Cox and Paul Van Dyke will be there! It will be something like Future Music, locating on Melbourne Showgrounds and starting from midday till 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to ponder about..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Sylvia for being a wonderful photographer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOhtZsBBrJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UwjemHt3uxA/s1600-h/n680738784_957183_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOhtZsBBrJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UwjemHt3uxA/s400/n680738784_957183_2000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253569253407304850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right: Jerry, D, Noelle, Ben, Me, Asami, Sylvia and a random guy who wanted to be part of our pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOhu8P4IjjI/AAAAAAAABaM/AJuMQhtsc1s/s1600-h/n680738784_957246_8881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOhu8P4IjjI/AAAAAAAABaM/AJuMQhtsc1s/s400/n680738784_957246_8881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253570946660863538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sylvia, Me, Kenni and Noelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-248398079437839769?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/248398079437839769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/248398079437839769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/248398079437839769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/disappointment.html' title='A disappointment'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOhtZsBBrJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UwjemHt3uxA/s72-c/n680738784_957183_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8620424346845024142</id><published>2008-10-02T21:05:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:04:41.837+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>It's White Party again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSrcbfbtJI/AAAAAAAABY8/TG0AHTHd030/s1600-h/gk_08_webpage_v03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSrcbfbtJI/AAAAAAAABY8/TG0AHTHd030/s400/gk_08_webpage_v03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252511570325124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSrmFNURLI/AAAAAAAABZE/GEQVKeAfSBo/s1600-h/svd_over_r6_c1_r1_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSrmFNURLI/AAAAAAAABZE/GEQVKeAfSBo/s400/svd_over_r6_c1_r1_c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252511736142251186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSs_dnjOPI/AAAAAAAABZM/1OdoTyY_d0Y/s1600-h/svd_over_r6_c1_r2_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSs_dnjOPI/AAAAAAAABZM/1OdoTyY_d0Y/s400/svd_over_r6_c1_r2_c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513271703091442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOStIrMERNI/AAAAAAAABZU/LgD2AzPn5go/s1600-h/svd_over_r6_c1_r3_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOStIrMERNI/AAAAAAAABZU/LgD2AzPn5go/s400/svd_over_r6_c1_r3_c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513429964735698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSteEFZE2I/AAAAAAAABZc/f8t4PIXzCGE/s1600-h/gk_08_webpage_v02_r6_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSteEFZE2I/AAAAAAAABZc/f8t4PIXzCGE/s400/gk_08_webpage_v02_r6_c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513797424878434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the White Party for Armin Van Burren last year, another white party at Godskitchen. And on New Year's Eve, again there's a white party at Sensation. What's with the white theme? I know that I'm not wearing the nurse's outfit again. I have several white tops, still deciding either shorts or skirt. It's going to be hot and stuff inside the arena and cold outside. Hmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've used to attend GK yearly but stopped after the last one on 2005 (D said it was 2006). I missed the old times - the styles of music were better and the crowds were more friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night is also an occasion, Sylvia's farewell party, for she is returning to Indonesia permanently. A further reason to attend GK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8620424346845024142?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8620424346845024142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-white-party-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8620424346845024142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8620424346845024142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-white-party-again.html' title='It&apos;s White Party again'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOSrcbfbtJI/AAAAAAAABY8/TG0AHTHd030/s72-c/gk_08_webpage_v03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5389507369972339746</id><published>2008-09-29T18:22:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:14:23.174+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Overdosed with cocktails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was Azza's birthday at the Match Bar and Grill on Sat night. The food was average but the cocktails were unbelievably good. Most guys who don't drink cocktails ended up drinking heaps. The two common cocktails ordered were Nicola Six and Zombie. They both came in huge bowls that can feed four people. They were strong and deadly, but Nicola Six was surprisingly refreshing and yummy delicious! It was amazing to see D drank so many cocktails since he's a beer/hard spirits drinker. We both love our wines but preferred in the dining restaurant or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't recalled how late the night had been but some of us continued partying at Lavish. Having some episodes of amnesia at the end of the night, I was told we left home around 2-3ish.  On Sunday, my head was heavy and didn't woke up until 2pm. The only thing I did was to do the laundry. The rest of the chores like vacuuming and tidying the place were done the day before. Oh yeah...I was well prepared. &lt;div&gt;The night was great and had so much fun, despite the massive, pounding headache when I got home. Another big event coming up this weekend............ GODSKITCHEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOCYgnm-VCI/AAAAAAAABYk/RhJuUAtzTwU/s400/n502753839_807554_6218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251364851669685282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Nicola Six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOCYpTmVAcI/AAAAAAAABYs/sHnEexuuJ1Y/s400/n502753839_807592_1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251365000917090754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Zombie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOCZqD8M1ZI/AAAAAAAABY0/fnqAMVqKfv0/s1600-h/n502753839_807551_4741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOCZqD8M1ZI/AAAAAAAABY0/fnqAMVqKfv0/s320/n502753839_807551_4741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251366113405359506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extracted from Kiky S. Joy Tay's photo album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5389507369972339746?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5389507369972339746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/overdosed-with-cocktails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5389507369972339746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5389507369972339746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/overdosed-with-cocktails.html' title='Overdosed with cocktails'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SOCYgnm-VCI/AAAAAAAABYk/RhJuUAtzTwU/s72-c/n502753839_807554_6218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2647227268680201047</id><published>2008-09-25T21:25:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:28:58.295+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Times - it's only the beginning</title><content type='html'>With the current global financial turmoil impacting on individual's personal and business investment, insurance and superannuation, there are uncertainties to how we are going to maintain our lifestyles. &lt;div&gt;The only thing that affects me is my superannuation and since they aren't to be touched till I'm at the age of 60 or so, there aren't anything else that worries me. I don't have shares or investments. Back then, I may looked like I didn't managed well with money. But I rather not to be involved into that area than being stress when shit hits the fan. Of course, I don't earn big bucks and it takes me forever to save money. At least, I have a stable job and knowing I will never get retrenched or fired. The possibilities I can think of that it will happen are people don't care about health and putting and harming patients at risks. Those are definitely a slim chance, unless the majority of nurses and doctors have no care factor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a medical field, I feel fortunate during these hard times. There are always in high demand of nurses and doctors, regardless of which country you live in. From memory, I recalled that in the near future, things could get worse with the remaining population of aging, experienced nurses. The ages are normally between 40-60. Being paid low, working long/overtime hours and meeting high demands and coping with everyday stress, most of the Y and Z generations have little tolerance over these. It is no wonder there aren't many who study nursing, hence a few of graduates recruited. As a nurse, you got to be compassionate and caring. Don't we possess those qualities anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a note, there are pros and cons. The advantage for me is I know I can always get a job. The disadvantage is I don't want to work forever till I'm 60! Then who's going to take care of me and my family when I aged? Myself? I like to be taken care as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying not to look too far away, back in the present moment, I'm grateful of the job I have. Yes, I bitched and complained everyday about work, yet it helps me financially and people are suffering more illnesses due to the troubled world we are living in- stress from family and work, global warming and now global economy crisis. It is affecting everyone mentally, especially when it comes to money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now, I would recommend to others who still have their job, keep it. Spending on the necessity things and storing extra money into your savings bank account are crucial. The outlook of the economy is looking bleak and we all hope that Australia will not head into recession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2647227268680201047?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2647227268680201047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/difficult-times-its-only-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2647227268680201047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2647227268680201047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/difficult-times-its-only-beginning.html' title='Difficult Times - it&apos;s only the beginning'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4186115574148586594</id><published>2008-09-22T21:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:35:27.635+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>The last on-call for the year and an eventful night it has been</title><content type='html'>My once-a-month working day on a Sunday came around last wkend. Having a quiet one on a Sat night, I managed to get up early at 6ish in the morning for work. There were surgeries but they weren't any dramatic issues. &lt;div&gt;It was my turn to do the overnight on-call from 9pm till 7am and u know what...I totally forgotten about it. I left work and went home to do my own things, thinking it has been a quiet day. By night, I went out with friends for dinner and karaoke. It was a real relaxing one until D received a phone called that Ourdi has been barking continuously and there were complaints. We rushed home and he didn't barked when we got back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I went to bed, I noticed of few missed call on my phone. I knew when I was out that I had left the phone at home, thinking that nobody would ever called. I ignored the numbers and went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 130am, I was called in for an emergency surgery at work. I was reminded by the nurse-in-charge that I was on-call and they had difficulties contacting me. It was a sudden moment that woke me up and had to dash off. By the time I got there, we were still waiting for the rest of the emergency/on-call team and the surgery didn't started until 230am. It wasn't a caesarean, like it has always been. A patient had a&lt;a href="http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/femoral_hernia.html"&gt; strangulated femoral hernia &lt;/a&gt; and it was an emergency case that had to be done promptly. The patient also had multiple medical history of heart and bowel problems so there was a possibility of having a big operation. At that time, I was trying to stay awake. Since the time I got up for work and had social outings, I didn't have the chance to nap/rest. Because it was only a hernia surgery, it ended quickly but on the recovery side, it took forever. I couldn't leave 'coz incase the patient had complications after surgery. When the patient initially awake, there were many episodes of atrial fibrillation. It means that the heart rate were constantly fluctuating between 60-200 beats per min. A normal heart rate averages to about 80 beats per min. There were immediate intravenous drugs administered but the monitoring and assessment part took at least an hour. By 430am, I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open so I just closed my eyes for a while. At 445am, the patient was stabilized and the night staff finally let me go. I was glad to go and to also know that things were in controlled. At least, I can sleep in peace. It was a rough night for me but it was the last on-call for the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5am, I arrived home and crashed onto the bed. I had about 5-6 hours but in between there were interrupted sleep. When I was about to snooze, it was already noon. It was difficult to wake up but forced myself to do so as I had an appointment with my family accountant at 130pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't sleep since I was out and I'm going to have an early night. Another early night for an early morning start. Gosh, my work is really hard work. I wish it's weekend again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4186115574148586594?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4186115574148586594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-on-call-for-year-and-eventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4186115574148586594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4186115574148586594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-on-call-for-year-and-eventful.html' title='The last on-call for the year and an eventful night it has been'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-967712386879078464</id><published>2008-09-22T18:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:05:59.255+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Bowling and alcohol don't mixed well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdd3BW9XzI/AAAAAAAABYc/Xx6myP-jgOg/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdd3BW9XzI/AAAAAAAABYc/Xx6myP-jgOg/s400/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248767090562522930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible night for me to play bowling when D and I had consumed four cocktails at a newly opened bar called Match and Bar Grill, CBD and few beers at Strike and Kingpin. Since I had purchased the entertainment book, I thought it would be handy to use it on a Friday night. It was an accident when we walked into what we thought it was Strike. The bar was having its first opening night and they were making complimentary cocktails till 10pm. There were waitresses giving out free drinks and free finger food like fresh shucked oysters and marinated olives. I for one, went crazy with the cocktails and they were really yummy. As usual, like everyone else did, with only fifteen minutes left, people were ordering heaps of cocktails. I did the same and before we got into Strike, we were quite tipsy. &lt;div&gt;I like bowling and played as part of my physical education in high school. I'm not a beginner or an expert but on that night, I was at my worst. The many drinks I drank had numbed my muscles sensation that I overly exerted them on my right leg, right bum and left side of my body. I didn't felt the aching till the next day. It is not an excuse but seriously, I can't play bowling when I drink! On the other hand, D did extremely well. He even beat his own score from the bowling application in Facebook! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we checked out Kingpin Bowling at Melbourne Central, my score just went downhill. Not only that, I even lost my cardigan from Strike. It was never to be found and till now no further news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I stick to non alcoholic drinks if I play bowling again and if anyone wants to have a challenge, look for D. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: The complimentary drinks and food at Match Bar and Grill will continue till Wednesday, 24th September. Located at 249 Little Lonsdale Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-967712386879078464?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/967712386879078464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/bowling-and-alcohol-dont-mixed-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/967712386879078464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/967712386879078464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/bowling-and-alcohol-dont-mixed-well.html' title='Bowling and alcohol don&apos;t mixed well'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdd3BW9XzI/AAAAAAAABYc/Xx6myP-jgOg/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8040071866282742286</id><published>2008-09-22T17:21:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:21:28.468+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Cumulus Inc and 1806</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdNLcgB33I/AAAAAAAABYE/1Z1achgYBfQ/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdNLcgB33I/AAAAAAAABYE/1Z1achgYBfQ/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248748749748035442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was reviewed by few food critics on the restaurant, Cumulus Inc. After reading with several good comments, it was time to try it out. &lt;div&gt;Maybe it was just me but I thought the food was good, not something that I would said "Wow". The tapas were pretty average and the oysters were extremely salty. The ox tongue was a disappointment. They tasted like a shaved smoked ham you would get from Safeway supermarket.  The main I ordered was crispy pork, slow cooked and it tasted like an ordinary chinese roast pork. The dessert which was mistakenly ordered extra for me was the only course I loved. Hence, a free dessert. The warm chocolate souffle was very chocolatey and accompanied very well with the ice-cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps if there is ever a next time, I would try the dishes that were highlighted from the reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drinks at Bar 1806 were popular known for their finest cocktails, wines and French champagne. Their signature cocktail won for the award for the best cocktails in town. I've tried about three of them from the menu and sadly to say, they weren't that great. They were very sour/acidic and it took a while to make a cocktail. Maybe it was the bar attendant? I would go again though to give it another shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdT-IKe62I/AAAAAAAABYM/Akn9K0KgBnc/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248756217532050274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdVT3pOxGI/AAAAAAAABYU/YTa7kK3vtF8/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdVT3pOxGI/AAAAAAAABYU/YTa7kK3vtF8/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248757690566362210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8040071866282742286?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8040071866282742286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/cumulus-inc-and-1806.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8040071866282742286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8040071866282742286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/cumulus-inc-and-1806.html' title='Cumulus Inc and 1806'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SNdNLcgB33I/AAAAAAAABYE/1Z1achgYBfQ/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1194649582212681277</id><published>2008-09-12T18:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:48:20.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a better sleep</title><content type='html'>So far, I can't think of one week of not being exhausted. Everyday, every week is the same human relations problems. There are so much things to do and I don't have time for this. To one point, I was numbed by the whole situation. Not to say I didn't care but there are other relevant issues that need more attention. &lt;div&gt;On Thurs night, we went out for a fren's farewell dinner at the Old Kingdom, Fitzroy. I was indeed tired and had a short nap. But even then, it wasn't enough for me to get over it. The food has dropped its standard compared to the last time I went few years ago. By 930pm, I had the urgency to go home to sleep. Until now, I still haven't cope well with the long hours and waking up at 6 or 630am. Some of my colleagues took three months to adjust it. I think I"m heading that way too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I only had to work the three days and the two days were study day. One at Cabrini and the other at Medtronic (one of the brand company for hospital equipment and instrument). It felt such a long time since I've been to a study day. They were pretty intense and by afternoon, it was difficult to digest some of the information delivered. The day started early and it stretched to late afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday and D is up in Sydney for the weekend to attend seminars. Just like my study days. I was contemplating to go out but after dinner, I was tired. I couldn't be bother. I need to rest up more. I don't know what I'm going to do on Sat day, but I know I'm having dinner/drinks with Eve and James at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are alot of things to do- my job application to my current role, my tax returns and house chores. I'll see which of my mood will do any of those. My priority now is to get some decent sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1194649582212681277?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1194649582212681277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-better-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1194649582212681277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1194649582212681277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-better-sleep.html' title='I need a better sleep'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7681668147268022620</id><published>2008-09-04T19:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:14:34.688+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working Extra Hard</title><content type='html'>On Wed was pay day. Something to be happy about when extra time and efforts had placed the past fortnight. It was good to see some high numbers going into the bank account, although more money to the tax. Once I've decided what I'm going to do after 13th Oct, to take this job or not, I have to do something to decrease the tax. So far, I've done 78 hours this fortnight. Alot more than the usual 64 hours for the past two years. &lt;div&gt;This is my third week of working in this role and I had never worked so hard. There are always work for me, keeping me on the run. It took alot out of me - the energy and time, which I mostly found being really tired at the end of the day. Friday is the worst for me as I mostly work the long ten hours and then socializing at night. I did it one time and felt very drained and almost fell asleep. I do get to finish on Fri at 4pm on some weeks and it's okay to go out 'coz I know I have time to rest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had skipped the snow season and it was the best season for Victoria. I love my snowboarding, yet somehow I was not tempted to go. Not even for a day trip. I've found that since I took this role, my heart and mind gave it all. I had been comfortable and it was about time to move forward. The opportunity was there and I wanted to make the most out of it. Hence, some sacrifices had to be made and the trips I normally agreed to go, I gave them a missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has always been intense and full of problems. There is never a day without one. At this stage, I'm just fed up with people that complains and backstabbing on each other AND a novice staff who is in a learning process, yet being so difficult to teach - lazy, boastful, unenthusiastic to learn, defensive and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mini break would be nice but there is always a "but". I know I can't run away and to face the music. I guess the weekends, after work, Godskitchen and Japan '09 are the things I'm looking forward to. Not so much of Christmas and/or New Year's since they fall on the weekdays and there is a slight chance I have to work. It's sux 'coz I never have to work on those occasions. However, if I am confirmed with the role permanently and still allowed me to have the 5 weeks off to Japan, then I rather that than having all the public holidays off. Besides, public holiday is double pay. More money will be saved for the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreaded to work tomorrow, especially on a ten hours shift. I hope for a better day, with lesser dramas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7681668147268022620?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7681668147268022620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/working-extra-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7681668147268022620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7681668147268022620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/working-extra-hard.html' title='Working Extra Hard'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8936503553389329200</id><published>2008-08-26T21:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:47:35.294+10:00</updated><title type='text'>At ease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Social &lt;/div&gt;Luckily one of the birthday drinks on Friday night has forwarded to the next weekend. At least, it helps financially especially when it's a pay week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neck/shoulder is feeling much better now. I can sleep properly for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am slowly getting used to the role and the common scenes of complaints and bitchiness. I know for a fact that it wasn't as stressful compared to the first week. One thing though, this week is full of meetings- one down and two to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another ten hours shift tomorrow. An early night for me so that I can wake up at 6am without any struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8936503553389329200?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8936503553389329200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-ease.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8936503553389329200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8936503553389329200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-ease.html' title='At ease'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3704853188458370528</id><published>2008-08-25T22:01:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:40:22.134+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Tired but still partying</title><content type='html'>The week was crazy yet I still reserved some energy to go out on the weekend. Because Sunday I had to work, I chose Fri night to party. A gal fren's birthday dinner @ Man Mo and clubbing at Eve took alot out of me. The drinking starting from dinner with two bottles of red to several random drinks and shots at the club. By midnight, I remembered bits and pieces...as one would expected when you're trashed. After D went home, I remained for the rest of the night. Suddenly, I realized that D had took all my money. I was wearing a dress, with no pockets nor small handbags/clutch so I got D to mind it for me. I didn't want to withdraw anymore cash so I kept dancing. The night somehow finished early and I was beginning to sober up. Thought I would be on the bed sleeping as soon as I got home, however I stayed up till 6am on msn chatting. &lt;div&gt;The following day, as usual, I got up yearning for food. I thought I felt alright until in the late afternoon, I had a massive headache. I tried to sleep it off for a while and that didn't worked. With the pain relief medication, the pounding effect subsided. By night, it was another gal fren's birthday dinner. Ironically, the restaurant was located downstairs from where I live. It was very convenient. The crowd was small and cosy but the dinner was overpriced. The company was great and it helped me got through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a working day and it had been a while since I had a quiet, peaceful shift. I used this special moments to try to complete my "to do list".  I wish everyday at work is like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I had the most relaxed, chilled day, even though there were few errands to do. I visited my regular massage therapist to ease my chronic neck/shoulder pain. The last visit was on Jan and I should see her monthly to unwind myself consistently. An hour session felt short and the sharp, stabbing pain had lessen already. Gosh, she was wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the week will be plainly work. Another hectic weekend of birthdays coming up from Thursday till Sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3704853188458370528?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3704853188458370528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-but-still-partying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3704853188458370528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3704853188458370528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-but-still-partying.html' title='Tired but still partying'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1808474176080011792</id><published>2008-08-21T20:32:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:47:21.328+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Speak Up!</title><content type='html'>Another ten hours shift today, 7am-530pm. Everything went smoothly and it wasn't as chaotic as Tuesday. Though, there were constant problems. I'm so glad that I have Fri and Sat days off. I had enough of work. Before, I left work, I got a complaint from a staff that she didn't get afternoon break and report to the afternoon nurse-in-charge. First of all, she has the age of a grandma who is very dominating, manipulative and unsupportive person. She has her days of being in-charge where she didn't bother to give breaks or take longer breaks herself and even did very little work. Today, she was just a normal employee with no authority and it has been a long time she hadn't worked within a theatre on a weekday. It was only then she realized that she was neglected. I couldn't see the big deal of it. Really. I had several occasions where I didn't get any relief for short breaks and learnt to utilize another staff within my own theatre. If desperate, I would ring. She did nothing of those above and complained immediately to the in-charge. What a biatch. I knew she was picking on me. It was not like I've been sitting infront of the computer or made social calls the whole day. I had to prepare and organise staff and stock wise for next week. Other managers are dealing with one speciality. I have to deal with three specialities- Plastics/Paediatrics/Ear,Nose,Throat. Alot of things need to be sorted out.  There are two meetings to attend on Wed and a committee meeting in two and half weeks time. My mind is too occupy with several things. All she needs to do was to tell me she wants me to relief her. How hard can it get? By all respect, I acknowledge her seniority and her past contributions but she doesn't have to be bitchy about this petty, minor issue. It can be resolve, if only she speaks up. Ahhh..looking forward to work with her on Sunday......not! &lt;div&gt;It happened again on the other day where I didn't know the staff was from a novice program and I asked her a favor to scout the theatre, as I had to head outside to manage four theatres. She agreed and by lunch, I got a complaint. I was told off by not supporting her and she was left alone to manage the theatre. By then, I had to defend myself, even though she was my theatre manager. I gave good reasons that she firstly agreed to my favor. Secondly, she didn't introduced herself she was a novice. Thirdly, if she thinks she can't manage, she should have call the educator for assistance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twice in a row in one week. I don't understand why people just can't be frank and straight up to me. Seriously, the communication within the theatre department is a disgraced. There are other issues related to miscommunication and they tend to make complains and start bitching about it to other people, hence politics/gossips. I have also found this week that there were too many backstabbing among staff. Sad but true. I don't know. I have worked for seven and half years and never knew it became like this. Sometimes, it's best to know nothing than knowing the underlying truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1808474176080011792?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1808474176080011792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1808474176080011792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1808474176080011792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html' title='Speak Up!'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-9025731150471421079</id><published>2008-08-19T20:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:06:59.824+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Full time, drained, stressed</title><content type='html'>Yes. Nowadays, I always blogged about work. It has taken most of my time, both after work and weekends. There are always something to do, mostly stuff left unattended and gradually compiling. There are always something to think about. About tomorrow, the day after, what I need to do and if I have forgotten anything else.  &lt;div&gt;This week was officially being full time with two days of management and three days of clinical. Today was management day and I had to co-ordinate four theatres out of ten theatres. The morning was peaceful so I quickly grabbed the opportunity to restock and had an early breakfast. I knew that if I didn't do this, I would suffered and staff would complain. Heading towards lunch, there were dramas, whines/backstabbing/bitchiness among nurses and technicians, complaints from surgeon and certain items were in zero or low in levels. For that day itself, I had never made so many phone calls in my life. If not, then the phone constantly ringing asking ( or should I say demanding) for things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really annoyed the hell out of me was a surveyor or a telesales marketing person called me. I must be one of the unlucky, random one for the day. As anyone would expect, he has a strong Indian accent which I didn't comprehend any of his sentences. I encountered in this situation several times, especially at home, I normally being "nice" and say I'm busy and call another time. He kept rambling on something about me participating in this study and at the end I'll gain something in some form of money. Because I had tons of things on my mind, I didn't have time to think and said to email me the information. I thought he would understand but NO, he called the second time. He mentioned a bunch of things I still couldn't get it. I told him that I had no time and call me later. And true enough, he called for the third time! Aargh! From that point, I lost my cool. I told him time after time to email me and I'll look at it later. Later, he gave excuses that my email wasn't valid and asked for another one. I wasn't that naive to give my primary one. He kept persisting in having me to do the study and crapped on unnecessary information. He was like a broken recorder, repeating the same stuff. He was also very calm, apologetic yet insisted on giving my time to listen what he had to say. At that instant, I hung up. I should have done that long time ago. I thought it was related to work but it wasn't. He wanted to know about me. With that thought, I quickly informed the receptionist at the front desk not to transfer call directly to me unless it was well known medical company. I particularly mentioned about his strong Indian accent. I know that he will try again tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During afternoon, it was peaceful again. I took longer afternoon tea's (had 20mins of lunch) and organised things for the next few days and started planning for next week. At 530pm, I was ready and willingly to leave. It was a long ten hours shift and the following two days will be only clinicals. Thank goodness for that. Had enough of calling/answering phone and hearing colleagues complaining and bitching. I would rather confined in a theatre, not knowing what is happening outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-9025731150471421079?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/9025731150471421079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/full-time-drained-stressed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9025731150471421079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9025731150471421079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/full-time-drained-stressed.html' title='Full time, drained, stressed'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7048880049157470640</id><published>2008-08-15T23:24:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:02:36.036+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>The first three days, I had done no management role and only scrubbed for major surgeries that took up almost all my shift. The first day case was major facelift with the brows, eyes, neck and lip. The second day was &lt;a href="http://www.breasthealth.com.au/treatment/mastectomy.html"&gt;mastectomy&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.breastcancer.org/dictionary/t/TRAMflap_t.jsp"&gt;TRAM flap&lt;/a&gt; during the entire morning through to afternoon. The third day was &lt;a href="http://www.acousticneuroma.com.au/"&gt;acoustic neuroma &lt;/a&gt;. I was even more frustrated when I was told to complete the September rosters. It took me two hours to do them and I was supposed to leave early but I stayed back. I mean, after a long 4-5 hours being scrubbed with no breaks in between to go for a drink or toilet, I would rather get paid less and to go home early. Knowing that I had so many tasks unattended, I chose to stay longer at work to get some of the things done. My "to do list" has accumulated since last Wed and I didn't want to postpone any longer. &lt;div&gt;By Thurs, I had a day off to recuperate. Boy, was I overly drained. I didn't want to do anything else except to chill at home. BUT.....there are always errands to do on my day off. *sighz* At night, D and I went to Shark Finn House for Sylvia's dinner farewell. Tonight she has gone holidaying in Europe for a month and return to Melb for Godskitchen. Oh yeah, we are also joining the party. It has been a while for me since 2005. Memories........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst and intolerable day was Friday. I had trouble waking up at 630am and keeping awake. Luckily for the Vitamin B supplement, it helped me the most and survived till the end of the shift. Because I was noticed for doing three major surgeries in three days in a row, I was allocated in an easy paediatric list and no where in the afternoon. Hence, I had some management time. At the same time, one of my colleague amended the holiday leave from Sept to Oct. So, I had to do the roster....once more. I was so over with doing rosters! With the remainders time left, I managed to do the things I've longed  for and had really shorten "to do list". The theatre lists for next week are stored in the computer and I spent some time on it to ensure all the stocks and instruments are on reasonable level, as well as to have appropriate staff in particular theatre. Now I understand why my ex-manager used to spent alot of time on the phone and computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was almost home time, I felt relieved that I accomplished what I needed to do and left on the dot at 4pm. Usually, I leave at ten minutes prior. But being a different role, I don't want to forget about certain tasks and stress about them if I do. Of course, I would choose to drop everything and go home but I know there will be troubles on my next working day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired and drained and have decided to stay at home on a Fri night. The last weekend has exhausted me that it has made more lethargic throughout the week. I had made the right decision to relax, had dinner and watched movie at home with D and the boyz. I knew I shouldn't have but I brought work to home. Silly it may sounds, unfortuntely there is a meeting with the theatre manager and materials resource nurse on Monday arvo. I have to list down what needs to be said and which stocks level need to increase/decrease; and trying to convince to buy new items. That last bit is the hardest since the materials resource nurse is very stingy and valid rationales are requried. Some brain-storming to do on Sat before heading out to dinner/drinks. Knowing me, I'll be too lazy to do any work on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7048880049157470640?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7048880049157470640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/multitasking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7048880049157470640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7048880049157470640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2937872793981869574</id><published>2008-08-12T23:26:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:17:48.392+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Pioneer Plasma TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D recently bought the &lt;a href="http://www.cnet.com.au/tvs/plasma/0,239035288,339282238,00.htm"&gt;Pioneer Kuro LX508&lt;/a&gt;, plasma television for the living area. It has the features of flat black panel, screen size of 50 inch and high definition. It has the extra specifications to connect the Wii, Playstation 3, iMac, iPod, Foxtel and the sound system. It was this day we waited for and at last they are ALL hooked up. Now we can watch a movie/show; and music to listen with surrounded sound and a screen that shows crystal clear pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very BLACK, yet it matches the rest of the furniture. It will take some time to adapt to it, especially with the use of remote control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month has been a big splurge on the vacuum and plasma TV. On a lighter note, both of them benefit to the apartment and of course, to us. It's always an enjoyable feeling to have an expensive item, even though it adds more holes to the wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SKGatJaBm1I/AAAAAAAABWg/0W9skmzRWQ8/s1600-h/Pioneer-LX-5090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SKGatJaBm1I/AAAAAAAABWg/0W9skmzRWQ8/s400/Pioneer-LX-5090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233634342391094098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2937872793981869574?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2937872793981869574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/pioneer-plasma-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2937872793981869574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2937872793981869574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/pioneer-plasma-tv.html' title='Pioneer Plasma TV'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SKGatJaBm1I/AAAAAAAABWg/0W9skmzRWQ8/s72-c/Pioneer-LX-5090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8817037671620806271</id><published>2008-08-11T22:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:51:27.923+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>An overkill weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday night: Bluestone Restaurant &lt;div&gt;I got to meet up with ST and we managed to spend some time. D, ST and I attended the surprise birthday dinner for the the Yong's boys at Bluestone Restaurant. It was a long night as we didn't start eating until 830pm. It seemed that majority drank more than eating. The food was only average and were quite bland and dehydrated. By that time, I was hungry and had quite a few drinks, the food was unimportant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same night, D's friend from the UK appeared unexpectedly at the birthday. It was a surprised. It was a good timing that our friends came down and met all at a one place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night: Katuk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D's fren, who's birthday was two weeks ago, had his birthday drinks at Katuk on Chapel Street. The place was relatively new and even had board game of Connect Four. Gosh, the game is so old, since the high school days. Few of us played as the place was barely any people. It was only 8pm. Just about before midnight, it was packed and we were too occupied with drinking. At the end of the night, D, me and few other friends headed back to our place. The guys were supposedly to go to karaoke at Chi Lounge but was too absorbed with the movie "Harold &amp;amp; Kumar".  It was a tiring night for me. I had to wake up early morning to meet my parents for yum cha. With only two hours left, I didn't get the chance to rest but to quickly showered and changed. Oh yeah, it was a long night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Matteo's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was almost end of the weekend and I still didn't get the adequate sleep that I wished to have. The lunch was already planned two weeks prior and a small group of us tried The Age Food Guide Winter Restaurant Express, Matteo's. Most had the beef and scallop, which I had a taste from D's and thought it was "nice". But I chose the sashimi and duck which tasted divine. I would think that the dinner would be even better. Another great, fine dining experience added to my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8817037671620806271?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8817037671620806271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/overkill-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8817037671620806271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8817037671620806271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/overkill-weekend.html' title='An overkill weekend'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3992167896186900829</id><published>2008-08-09T00:02:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:52:32.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wut the...? Have u been crying?</title><content type='html'>Karma..... I"ve always believe in it and true enough..it has. Since the previous posts I've had several bad runs with the surgeon, Mr B. I came across to work with this on Fri am. I complained to the seniors that I dreaded to work with him and had gave me nothing but troubles. With shortage of staff, I had no choice yet to work with him. Our department was well known for gossips, hence Mr B hear from "others" I took over the managerial role. You might ponder that what he had treated me before was outrageous, yet as so soon he heard the news, he treated me nicely. It was shown that hierarchy matters to him the most. I was working with him in the theatre with the three cases and from the beginning till the end, he was extremely well behaved. He even stated that "So you took over a new role", and without been too boastful about it..  I said this was a temporary period. I was for once, been respected and he tried to his hardest to treat me well. It's amazing how status/hierarchy is important to some people. &lt;div&gt;Somewhere in the middle of his list, one of his patient came to the hospital but wasn't been admitted. Thus, the surgery was delayed. He practically cracked it. He didn't said anything to me but walked straight out and complained to the higher management. From what I heard, he had said nasty things to them and brought them to tears. I kid u not! I thought I was emotional. Geezes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr B then resumed his list and rambled on how he couldn't understand how the two managers whom he "spoke" to, were in tears and was classified "unprofessional in their roles".  Any Einstein could figured it out that it was him that did it. His mean, ungrateful words did enough the job. After all, we are human being with feelings. For him, he said "What the? Why would you cry about that?" He even confided in the theatre, saying that his wife been emotional about certain issue, she would cried infront of him. He just couldn't comprehend it. What's that not to understand? Males and females are different......OBVIOUSLY....!! We hear our hearts more than our head. We can't help it if we become emotional. We can't help it if we defend ourselves to rationale issues. Males will normally think "What is the fuss?" "Geezes!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well from our perspectives, majority of us gals do think alot. Oh yeah. But we always think of good reasons for everybody else wellbeings. But the more we elaborate, the more we sound as we are "nagging". Like Mr B said" What is wrong with you, women?" Basically, there is nothing wrong with us. We think differently to what males think. Yes we are sensitive and emotional but they are majority correct and realistic. We rather to protect and defend ourselves and to the closest ones, instead of experiencing the horrible, unpleasant consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When Mr B blasted with his complaints and used his manipulative and horrible words to the managers, he has successfully put them into tears. I could not believe it. He did to me twice previously and regardless of what hierarchy the nurses are, he did the same. He just didn't get it. And even when he was operating in the theatre, he constantly questioned it.  Like I said.....KARMA.....the more he treated the nurses badly, the more his patients admitted slowly. Conclusively, he became a victim of "delaying" the afternoon surgery for another well known plastic surgeon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the list, the males in the theatre would talked about the emotional behaviours in females. They wondered, "Gosh why females are "annoying" or "lecturing" so much?" I never got the chance to say but if I did I would say that we want to rectify and justify our rationales yet they tend to be unheard or told off. For some, they would disagree but agree, for the sake of having peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a minority, it is difficult to stand up for myself and would rather give in. This is my main weaknesses and being a managerial role as of now till 13th October, I have to be more affirmative and outspoken. It is not only in my occupation, I do that naturally among friends and families, where I happily give in and quietly hold the grudges, cry where noone can see and reassure myself to be strong again. I'm soft but hey, that's how I was brought up with. I can't be a biatch like all the managers are. I guess in this probation period, it will bring out the truest in me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was officially being a reliever in the management role and already there were some made sarcastic remarks and others being pretentious. Gossips about me with this role were spreading rapidly within the department. I knew doing my best is the main priority but if you don't have the support of other colleagues from juniors and seniors, they can also bring you down. That was only the first day and I have two and half months to battle or should I say to ENDURE and be optimistic.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3992167896186900829?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3992167896186900829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/wut-have-u-been-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3992167896186900829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3992167896186900829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/wut-have-u-been-crying.html' title='Wut the...? Have u been crying?'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3661930128270674350</id><published>2008-08-06T16:55:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:40:48.096+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Dyson Vacuum Cleaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since my many complaints from our old vacuum cleaner and my last whine on Thurs, we had eventually bought a brand new &lt;a href="http://www.dyson.com.au/store/product.asp?product=DC20-STOW-STD"&gt;Dyson Stowaway DC 20&lt;/a&gt; from Harvey Norman. Initially, D and I browsed through ebay and found a Dyson but a different product to what we purchased. It was cheap for $400 but was serviced and with extended warranty. The colours were very gay- purple and aqua blue. So before we finalized our decision, we wanted to have a look for ourselves at Harvey Norman. It was a disappointment that the product was discontinued and so we looked at another product but same brand. It was cheaper, yet it excluded some features. We didn't want to spend too much money and I needed a vacuum that has a good suction. The sales girl was nice enough to give discounted price from $699 to $569. It was a good-looking one too- gold and grey, instead of the other one. You would think it's quite pricey for a vacuum cleaner, however with past experience, Dyson is an excellent brand and does the job efficiently and quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we got home, I tested it out. It was fantastic! Less handling and less stress! It is compact and stores away nicely without having to make extra space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlTpT4a7mI/AAAAAAAABWA/Af4qZpbNMIA/s1600-h/dyson-dc20-stowaway-animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlTpT4a7mI/AAAAAAAABWA/Af4qZpbNMIA/s400/dyson-dc20-stowaway-animal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231304411344203362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlT3We2MkI/AAAAAAAABWI/5pASMVo1UHA/s1600-h/dyson_stowaway_dc20_vacuum_cleaner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlT3We2MkI/AAAAAAAABWI/5pASMVo1UHA/s400/dyson_stowaway_dc20_vacuum_cleaner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231304652560413250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlUCPF4W5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/GvQ9HVIbXUI/s1600-h/M_18959_DC20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlUCPF4W5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/GvQ9HVIbXUI/s400/M_18959_DC20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231304839555210130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3661930128270674350?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3661930128270674350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/dyson-vacuum-cleaner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3661930128270674350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3661930128270674350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/dyson-vacuum-cleaner.html' title='Dyson Vacuum Cleaner'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJlTpT4a7mI/AAAAAAAABWA/Af4qZpbNMIA/s72-c/dyson-dc20-stowaway-animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2885387948817216187</id><published>2008-08-05T22:21:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:57:24.855+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was last night when my bestie, ST from Singapore msn me, saying she managed to exchange flights with another colleague. Hence, she will be arriving Melbourne on 6am on a Friday and leaving at 7am on Saturday. To quickly recap, ST is a Singapore Airline Hostess and we knew each other since we were in primary school in S'pore. We didn't meet for over sixteen years till she worked for SIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During her first few years, she always had Melb flight and we never failed to meet up. On a particular year, it was where we saw each other quarterly. It felt like she was always here. Only the last two years, ST was recruited to the new airline A380. Her flight was mainly to New Zealand and Europe. There were hardly Melb flights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was slightly improving. I met her briefly during our Japan/S'pore trip on Feb. Again, we caught up on May and now this Fri night. It will be only dinner as I have to work in the day. I've already started the managerial role so it's not a good idea to pull a sickie. After so many years, ST and I are used to the short meetings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to see here again and since she is staying at Rendezvous Hotel, Flinders Street, it is even closer and easier to meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJhK6uDv_FI/AAAAAAAABV4/VNIkU620zWc/s1600-h/IMG_6169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJhK6uDv_FI/AAAAAAAABV4/VNIkU620zWc/s320/IMG_6169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231013339847457874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2885387948817216187?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2885387948817216187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2885387948817216187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2885387948817216187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-minute.html' title='Last minute'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJhK6uDv_FI/AAAAAAAABV4/VNIkU620zWc/s72-c/IMG_6169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-6887176550100377036</id><published>2008-08-04T22:00:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:25:13.578+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><title type='text'>A Gal's Nite Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a fun Friday night out with the girls. I knew the organiser for two and half years ago but weren't close and some whom I met but didn't really talked much. That night, I managed to get to know them more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner was at &lt;a href="http://www.becco.com.au/"&gt;Becco&lt;/a&gt; in the city. It was awarded for the two hats in The Age Food Guide 08 and certainly deserved the award. I was amazed how all the dishes came out big serving and I got more value out of the drinks as the majority didn't drink red. The food was very tasteful and because of the big servings, I struggled to finish the dessert even though it was so delicious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJb5NqSG6-I/AAAAAAAABVo/HngfuVyeLlo/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJb5NqSG6-I/AAAAAAAABVo/HngfuVyeLlo/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230642030321265634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were few choices we could select so I chose: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entree: Polenta with Mushroom Trifolati and Asiago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main: Wild Barramundi Fillet with Sauce Livornese and Kale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert: Milke Chocolate Bombe Alaska with Macerated Red Wine Blackberries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a complimentary of extra sweets from the waiter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gals wanted to go to the "last night" at Hyde Bar on Russel Street. Although, I worked ten hours shift on that day, I wanted to check it out. My first and my last. The queue was extremely long but luckily one of the gals knew one of the insiders, we bypassed the line and got in for free. The place was tiny and very crowded. So packed that we had to push our way through from point A to point B. It was a "curry night" and few asians, but the music was awesome. We all had a blast and addicted to taking pictures. Being a Cinderella, I was too tired to continue on and went home by midnight. I had to conserve my energy for the Hen's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJcCsNnO7HI/AAAAAAAABVw/pkgeuQ99zwA/s1600-h/n559257572_1091640_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJcCsNnO7HI/AAAAAAAABVw/pkgeuQ99zwA/s400/n559257572_1091640_4613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230652450805836914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-6887176550100377036?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6887176550100377036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/gals-nite-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6887176550100377036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6887176550100377036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/08/gals-nite-out.html' title='A Gal&apos;s Nite Out'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SJb5NqSG6-I/AAAAAAAABVo/HngfuVyeLlo/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2021976831925321162</id><published>2008-07-31T22:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:19:43.237+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days row of mornings</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned, I am NOT a morning person. Since Wed, I struggled getting up at 640am and by afternoon, I would be tired. I would constantly glance at the clock every hour, checking if it was time to go home. You would think that to have a AM half day shift will get you rested. Instead, I cleaned and tidied up the apartment; and brought the boyz for their walk since a big weekend is coming up. &lt;div&gt;I'm dreading to wake up at 630am tomorrow. This shift is more tiring than the others. Starting from 730am-6pm. I despise doing it on a Fri 'coz it's one of the busiest day. The other day is Monday. I was contemplating of taking a sickie but I took two days of sickie last week. Ironically, as I was thinking about it, this morning my theatre manager said she wanted to discuss with me on Friday regarding on my managerial role, commencing on Wednesday. Duh! That left me no choice but to drag my feet to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna need alot of caffeine and Vitamin B supplements to get me through the day and night. There will be a rush from driving home after work and to change, shower and head out to meet the gals for dinner. It's not going to be a big night. I think I can last for dinner only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2021976831925321162?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2021976831925321162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-days-row-of-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2021976831925321162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2021976831925321162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-days-row-of-mornings.html' title='Three days row of mornings'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-628093977405017636</id><published>2008-07-28T11:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:54:09.484+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Working on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Of all the Sundays I've worked, this one was dramatic and worst. It was quiet and peaceful during the morning until issue came upon at midday. It was the one decision I made which affected all staff and surgeons. &lt;div&gt;I've agreed to the one of the surgeon who was operating at that time to include another surgery came from emergency. Ironically, the patient was one of the general surgeon that works here too. He apparently fell off his bike and fractured his left little finger. Because I knew the Plastic surgeon is very quick with his work and in this case would take him ten minutes, an emergency &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesarean_section"&gt;caesarean section&lt;/a&gt; needed to be done first. The patient was experiencing fetal distress. I had no choice but to delay the one from emergency and to give the caesarean the priority. The problem I had was there was only one team and another team won't be starting till 1pm. From then, everything went wrong. There was no risk to the surgery or to the patients. It was infact that my staff had to do rush here and there and to do extra roles. After a baby was born, the Plastic surgeon was been inpatient and wanted to get the surgery going. It was already after 1pm. I had to quickly tell the staff to start working and instead of completing the case within ten minutes, it dragged for 40 minutes. What the Plastic surgeon assumed had not thought the fracture became severe. Rather than putting wire, there were plates and screws involved. That has already postponed the afternoon surgery which was booked two days ago and was meant to start at 130pm. What took even longer was one of the instrument wasn't functioning. He demanded for a technician and I said no. I told him that there was only one and couldn't be running in two theatres. He knew very well there was limited of staff on Sunday and certain things had to be compromised. I was irritated by his behaviours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I only work once a month of Sunday, the other senior staff should have supported and guided me. Alternatively, they were indirectly told me off and said "You should have........" How would I know? It was not like I work every weekend and the added surgery I agreed didn't turned out how I expected. It was unforeseen situation. They were once in a managerial role so they should understand what it's like. Not only I was annoyed by the surgeon, I was very annoyed among by my own staff.   At least, the only thing I could do was to get staff their lunch break. I had mine at 230pm. With several things happened all at once, I couldn't rest and had the gastric again. About 3pm, thirty minutes left before I left work, issues resolved and settled. I had some staff who reassured me that I did my job quite well when things went haywire. I was exhausted and mentally drained. I'm not a morning person. As I came home to chill and after dinner, I crashed onto bed by 830pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see how it is easy to blame someone with high responsibilities and can turned into gossips. I can see how being a leader, you need to have a high tolerance. I can see how some things you just don't keep them to heart. I've tried my best and I'm sure I had learnt. With experience it will improve next time, next month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-628093977405017636?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/628093977405017636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/628093977405017636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/628093977405017636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-on-sunday.html' title='Working on a Sunday'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3378494554978224415</id><published>2008-07-26T19:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:25:12.957+10:00</updated><title type='text'>At home on a Saturday nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted a good rest before I wake up at 6am tomorrow to work. There will be a huge event of the Xmas in July @ James place tonight. No, I'm not going. The celebration of "Xmas" with food, drinks and entertainments, I'm sure they all will have a blast tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I decided to have a quiet night, I went out last nite with the gals. D also held his poker event at the apartment with the boyz. It was the first time that I had dinner at 10pm. Oh yeah, I was hungry beforehand. Real hungry. So I had some bread bought from Top Bread. Forty-five minutes later, I was been picked up. The delayed was held up by the booze bus along Princes Highway, which was closed down to one lane. By the time we got into the city, amazingly Iskaya Chuji remained opened and we had the sushi and sashimi standard platter; and two mains. By then, the hunger disappeared and all the dishes had leftovers. I began to feel some discomfort in my stomach. Perhaps I was full from the beers I drank before leaving. Or maybe I was too hungry that the gastric acid kept building up. After dinner, we spent our short moment at the Eve. Somehow, it was very crowded. The music has its diversity, but the place was too packed and too stuffy to dance. As usual, majority of young lads liked to push and shove. By 2am, I had my early night as one of the gals went out on Thursday night and had two hours sleep prior to working. At the same time, I was feeling tired and felt uncomfortable in my stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The dull pain disrupted my sleep in the morning and had prolonged it till now. I used to have chronic gastric 4 years ago and stopped when I took a long course of antibiotics. I believe it has returned to haunt me again. I found Nexium,  a medication to decrease the gastric acidity in the pantry. It was meant to be one tablet daily. I consumed in the day and somehow it didn't have much affect. I took another before dinner. No matter how much I ate, I still feel the same way. It was supposed to be a night to relax, yet I'm annoyed with this nagging pain. Aargh, can't afford to be sick at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off the topic, whilst I was preparing dinner, I spotted Ourdi sitting directly infront of the heater gradually snoozing away. He doesn't care about the heater being too hot. He infact loves it. He hates the cold and a real heater hogger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIsFvU5An6I/AAAAAAAABVc/T1oTcKLvsUY/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIsFvU5An6I/AAAAAAAABVc/T1oTcKLvsUY/s400/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227278103113408418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3378494554978224415?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3378494554978224415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-home-on-saturday-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3378494554978224415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3378494554978224415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-home-on-saturday-nite.html' title='At home on a Saturday nite'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIsFvU5An6I/AAAAAAAABVc/T1oTcKLvsUY/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5443229903978268380</id><published>2008-07-24T23:09:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:33:17.561+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><title type='text'>BAaaaaa bAAAaaaaa...the Little Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIiOm32gOGI/AAAAAAAABVU/JfLdpm6X9qo/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIiOm32gOGI/AAAAAAAABVU/JfLdpm6X9qo/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584166042187874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eve and I literally overate our dinner. There was a choice between the Korean or the Sichuan steamboat and they were next door to each other. We picked the steamboat....called &lt;a href="http://www.ador.com.au/restaurantdetail.aspx?r=19203&amp;amp;c=1"&gt;Little Lamb&lt;/a&gt;  We walked in the restaurant and I could feel the steam and the heat, like a sauna. The aroma filled with spices and garlic. It was full house. It was suggested by a waiter that there would be a 20 minutes wait. I left the name and number and we had a drink at the Red Hummingbird. It took us ages to complete a glass of red. We talked about several things till the time was forgotten. We quickly returned to the Little Lamb and fortunately there was a table. A menu with a list of dishes was handed out and we ticked what we wanted. On the right hand column, there were quantity restrictions of sauces or mushroom per table or per person. Maybe they were trying to control the wastage? I wanted a chilli and there was an extra cost of $1.50. We didn't mind. It was a big serving anyway. It was an awesome meal. The soups base were different with the added herbs and spices. The chilli was uniquely original and wasn't overly spicy. We were so hungry that we ordered the second round of food. Because it was awfully cheap... $23 per person.....all u-can-eat buffet, I kept agreeing to the all the dishes that Eve was ordering. I didn't care. The food was yummy, I was hungry and it was cheap. It didn't really matter whether we finished them or not. Around 9ish, the waiter asked if we wanted to have anymore since this would be the last order. We were so full that we could barely utter a word. It took alot of efforts to say those three words "No, thank you". I was too full to even breath and had to breath through my mouth. As we rolled out of the restaurant, the night was quite refreshing and the walked to the car wasn't adequate to aid our digestion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even now, I'm still bloated and hopefully my metabolism are fast enough at this time so I can sleep soon. I have to wake up to meet my parents for early yum cha tomorrow. The food should be absorbed by then............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5443229903978268380?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5443229903978268380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/baaaaaa-baaaaaaaathe-little-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5443229903978268380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5443229903978268380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/baaaaaa-baaaaaaaathe-little-lamb.html' title='BAaaaaa bAAAaaaaa...the Little Lamb'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SIiOm32gOGI/AAAAAAAABVU/JfLdpm6X9qo/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7836866969029642854</id><published>2008-07-23T17:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:20:17.383+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A Reliefer</title><content type='html'>Errrr no.....this time my Acting Nursing Manager of Plastics/ENT/Paediatric is NOT going on holiday but has handed in her resignation from her position due to family, personal reasons on Tuesday morning. I was then asked by the theatre manager to take over her position temporarily until the management advertises on October. With all hospitals, it is by policy and ethical issue that they have to advertise internally for those who are interested. It is a tedious process to hand in a resume and to be assessed via interview with a theatre manager, associate theatre manager and an educator. If nobody applies, or the process within individuals failed, they will seek people externally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be commencing as of 4th August, which is two weeks from now. The last time I did this was for seven weeks period. Now it will be two months. I remembered of the intense stress and bitchiness surrounding me every minute; every day; and every week. I constantly get interrupted with phone calls during my morning tea break, following by lunch break and afternoon tea break. At the end of every shift, I would be mentally drained and always had early nights as I had to wake up at 6am and finished by 5.30pm or 6pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many more unpleasant experiences and I wondered why I accepted it in the first place. I knew that there aren't enough senior staff in the speciality to act in this role and most are part timers who only work one or two days. I"m a part timer but I work four days. So I assumed I was the only one who did this role previously and survived through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I have been with Cabrini for seven and half years. With the clinical experiences I gained, it is an opportunity for me to apply. I was young and keen when I applied for higher position after one year I graduated the postgrad diploma; which failed time after time. Since then, I stopped applying and allowed myself to mature and waited for the right time to come. I think this is it. I have two months to show my performance. Time to update the resume and cover sheet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7836866969029642854?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7836866969029642854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/reliefer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7836866969029642854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7836866969029642854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/reliefer.html' title='A Reliefer'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1821727661922665960</id><published>2008-07-22T17:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:28:20.327+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickie day</title><content type='html'>So far so good, the pain from the throat has gone and the sinuses aren't congested compared to yesterday. I think I"m fine to go back to work tomorrow. It's pretty awkward to work the Wednesday and having Thurs, Fri and Sat off; and working very early morning on Sun. &lt;div&gt;I did nothing exciting today, but quite productive. I rested and watched some movies and shows in Foxtel, tidied up the apartment and cooked pastas for tomorrow lunch to bring to work. It has been a relaxing day and seemed to speed up the recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't touched my Wii Fit for almost two weeks. I should soon.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1821727661922665960?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1821727661922665960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/sickie-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1821727661922665960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1821727661922665960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/sickie-day.html' title='Sickie day'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-99932218887586381</id><published>2008-07-21T17:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:09:35.389+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught by the ATO</title><content type='html'>The Australian Tax Office (ATO) must be so bored that they decided to do an audit on Medicare Surcharge Levy (MSL) in 2006. Somehow, my profile was random picked and found I didn't pay enough. I had to pay the extra $400 on medicare for being in the income bracket of $50,000. I called them and said I had private health insurance during that year. Sadly, they told me I registered with the private health for six months only. It has to be twelve months. Moreover, I had my salary packaging, even then it wasn't enough to lower my income bracket. So in 2006, the ATO have missed that part and I got away. Two years later, they decided to do an audit and I had it unlucky. Aargh! How come my family accountant didn't picked it up?! I am clueless about tax returns and that is the reason why I choose an accountant. I have to complain to the accountant about this. Just not on! &lt;div&gt;What happens next is the ATO have to readjust my tax return. I don't know how much it's going to affect me this financial year as I've been working alot with agency. I've tried to maximise the salary packaging as much as possible so I hope it will help to lower it down. Otherwise, there's no point of working so much and so hard. It ain't worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-99932218887586381?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/99932218887586381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/caught-by-ato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/99932218887586381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/99932218887586381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/caught-by-ato.html' title='Caught by the ATO'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-566707206043491709</id><published>2008-07-21T16:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:23:10.379+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Viral Infection</title><content type='html'>So it wasn't a tonsillitis. It was viral infection- a cold that can maybe lead to tonsillitis, flu or chest infection. For now, my body is fighting against it and depends on how strong I am, I might be fine or sicker. No treatment was given, just gargling with salt water and steam inhalation. Nurofen for cold and panadol if there is a temperature. Antibiotics aren't recommended as it will make the body immune system more weaker and resistant to antibiotics. The doc gave me the medical certificate for today and tomorrow. "More rest and drink plenty of water", she suggested. Even though it's a cold, but it's viral. It's contagious via air borne. &lt;div&gt;Whilst I feel weak and groggy, D got up in the middle of the night to head up to Mt Buller with the other five friends. It was very cold and wet. Hope the weather turns out fine up there. As much as I love snowboarding, I'm saving up for the five weeks in Japan '09. I know I'm a big spender in overseas so I'm giving the Victoria snow season a missed. I think I"ll do more of my Wii Fit to get my balance and centre of gravity corrected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening is getting colder and darker. I miss summer......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-566707206043491709?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/566707206043491709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/viral-infection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/566707206043491709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/566707206043491709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/viral-infection.html' title='Viral Infection'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1909317998778395688</id><published>2008-07-20T11:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:36:13.867+10:00</updated><title type='text'>?Recurrent tonsillitis?</title><content type='html'>I felt a bit of sore throat on a Sat late afternoon. I knew that I was going to fall sick and perhaps thought it will develop into a cold. &lt;div&gt;This morning, my throat was throbbing with more pain and my body was feeling cold and hot. I was quite lethargic as well. I thought of the times I suffered the day after New Year's Day this year. They were similar symptoms and then I knew I might be having the recurrent tonsillitis. Not again! The last time, I was sick as a dog and constantly confined on the bed. It was the worst experience and I'm feeling it one more time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not recommended to have my tonsils removed as the infections are recurrent every few months and my tonsils are my only immune mechanisms, since I have no spleen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's frustrating on a Sunday to not able to see a doctor. Clinics are hardly open on a Sunday and if it's an emergency, they always refer to an emergency department in the hospital. I guess I have to wait till Monday.....IF there aren't fully booked out. It's also frustrating that I missed out one of D's fren's 30th birthday. It's bad being sick and alone; and have to figure out what to eat or what to drink. Now having a maid or a carer is the appropriate moment. Everything is done for you and I don't have to wait, like how I am doing, waiting for a porridge to be cooked. At least, I still can walk around and do something for myself. My symptoms are not at its worst stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see later today how I feel so I can determine whether to take sickie or not. If I still feel like crap, I hope I have a minor tonsillitis so I can recover quickly. I have to work this coming Sunday and then there is a girls' night out on 1st Aug and hen's night on 2nd Aug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1909317998778395688?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1909317998778395688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/recurrent-tonsillitis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1909317998778395688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1909317998778395688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/recurrent-tonsillitis.html' title='?Recurrent tonsillitis?'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5687844840965166500</id><published>2008-07-17T22:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:50:49.263+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>A big splurge on G Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH8_bLz0jlI/AAAAAAAABUc/9-UASTOZqHI/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH8_bLz0jlI/AAAAAAAABUc/9-UASTOZqHI/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223963829032226386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my jeans and I've tried few brands like Tsubi (now Ksubi), Bettina Liano, Levis or Satch and I have never imagine G Star can be extremely COMFORTABLE and fitting. Ksubi and BL are more expensive and the denims remained tight after few washes. If I opted for a bigger size, they would be baggy and long. So for pain and pleasure, I got the tight ones...unfortuntely.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first two pairs G Star skinny were on March this year in Harajuku, Japan. I've seen some in Melbourne but never interested in me. It was funny how suddenly I had my eyes on G Star shop on that day when I was shopping alone, whilst D and James went into a Porsche shop. I felt the comfort after trying it on and it wasn't too tight.....perfect fitting. Even though Australian currency was high during the trip, after converting, the overall costs were quite similar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As months went by, I wore them very frequently and began to stretch. I didn't wash till now and the jeans were even more comfortable. Last weekend, I passed by a G Star shop in Melbourne Central and found a denim hipster and D spotted a sales ladies jacket that he thought it looked really good. The price were good too after 25 percent discounted............ouch! The fashion I thought was innovating and ultimately cool. I only then sighed and left empty-handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my day off so I had my hair cut done. My digital permed hair was starting to loose their curls and my bestie told me that it is best to have it trim to lighten the weight. After walking out with slightly short in length with lots of curls, I decided to check out G Star again. I tried the hipster and fell in love with it. Ahhh...so perfect fit. Then I had a quick glimpse of the jacket that D recommended. I quickly tried it on, hoping it doesn't look good or fit well. WRONG! It looked darn nice! Aargh! In the end I got the hipster AND the jacket for $450.00. Owww....that hurts my wallet tremendously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As D said "We could have bought the Dyson vacuum cleaner for that price". Ah yeah. We were in desperate need of a vacuum cleaner since the current one couldn't do its job properly. I know 'coz I always vacuumed and always complained. But I couldn't resist it and it's something that I hardly ever spent that much on clothes. Even on my overseas trip, I barely spent hundreds on only two clothes items. Fortunately, I'm working on the following Sunday....double time and a half. At least I'm not paying off my credit debt with my savings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5687844840965166500?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5687844840965166500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-splurge-on-g-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5687844840965166500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5687844840965166500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-splurge-on-g-star.html' title='A big splurge on G Star'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH8_bLz0jlI/AAAAAAAABUc/9-UASTOZqHI/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-6813711615265498450</id><published>2008-07-16T18:31:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:22:01.129+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><title type='text'>Degustation at Attica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH20dX_MXtI/AAAAAAAABUU/6khj-k135Qw/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH20dX_MXtI/AAAAAAAABUU/6khj-k135Qw/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223529559567916754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of us, Eve, James, Karen and I ventured out to a fine dining at the &lt;a href="http://www.attica.com.au/"&gt;Attica Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; , Ripponlea. It is awarded with two hats in The Age Food Guide 2008. It was a pleasant environment and was quite packed on a late Saturday night. &lt;div&gt;Despite of the very small servings, the food was amazingly tasteful. I was impressed with the fresh smoke trapped in the drinking glass. When removed, I could see the smoke slowly disappeared and the smell was light and smoky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose not to have the wine tasting and instead I had the bottle of red. I love my red's and still drink with it even with seafood, chicken and pork dishes. I've tried at the Lakehouse and didn't appreciate the whites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two dishes I've forgotten to take pictures were the: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) mushrooms, chestnut, casa madio canestrato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)slow cooked free range pork, confit turnips, housemade black pudding, apple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was excellent, yet the services were quite inefficient. At the start, there were too many drinks on the table.- the starters and the wine tasting. Following, the courses came out too quick so James and I took our time by eating very s-l-o-w-l-y. Our chatting among each other were interrupted by one of the waiter, asking James if the dish was not to his likings. He answered: "No, but I just want to take my time". I wondered what was the rush? It was not like there was a curfew to have the table ready for the next customers. I mean, this happens ALOT in most chinese restaurant/cafes, where you order, eat, pay and go, go, go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another point noted was when the others had wine tasting, the waiter poured the wine and left. Eh? Where is the explanation? So! Karen and I took the honor, taking turns in reading the description from the menu.... word by word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, Eve, James and me went to Supper Club. Kenni came by to join us and we had few nibbles and drank port. The night ended for me at 345am and I went home sober. Yes....we were all very sober.......... believe it or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-6813711615265498450?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6813711615265498450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/degustation-at-attica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6813711615265498450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6813711615265498450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/degustation-at-attica.html' title='Degustation at Attica'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SH20dX_MXtI/AAAAAAAABUU/6khj-k135Qw/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-201370579833218368</id><published>2008-07-12T09:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:59:14.581+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>A rare moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most of our friends commented about how fantastic the movie "Kung Fu Panda" was. I guess we were sort of the minority that we still haven't get the chance to see it. So we used the movie voucher given from our birthdays to watch it at Melbourne Central. We didn't made a big deal about the dinner so we watched the early session. The movie was very comical and there were constant laughters. The characters were so adorable! It was one of the best cartoon animation since for a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie, we had our late dinner at Shark Fin, which was located at Little Bourke and Spring Street. It was luxury to have the mud crab with XO sauce and noodle and deep fried yam duck, as well as having a bottle of Punt Road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cold night yet we rode the scooter to and from. The air was quite refreshing, I must say. We both rugged up and I was wearing my thermal top and stockings. I despise the cold but I rather ride than paying ridiculous amount on cab fare. It was so convenient to get around and not having the headache of finding a carpark, especially on a Friday night.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't done this for a long time together and it was good to break our routine every now and then. I appreciated for the loving time we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1uJ7OExp60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1uJ7OExp60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-201370579833218368?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/201370579833218368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/rare-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/201370579833218368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/201370579833218368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/rare-moment.html' title='A rare moment'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3206332188981689936</id><published>2008-07-09T22:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:42:59.349+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>Updated: Italian food......AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. V loves his Italian food so we had our dinner along Lygon Street. Funny enough, D had small servings of left-over pizza today late arvo. We thought "Oh no! Not pasta or pizza again!". We made sure that we won't touch Italian food for a month or so. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3206332188981689936?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3206332188981689936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/updated-italian-foodagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3206332188981689936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3206332188981689936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/updated-italian-foodagain.html' title='Updated: Italian food......AGAIN'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-887706116666066077</id><published>2008-07-09T16:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:38:29.376+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Cabrini girls who graduated from the Postgraduate Diploma Perioperative course and some just only completed their exams, having another semester to go organised drinks at Public House, Richmond. It was a very nice place where we could actually talked. Although, I graduated the Postgrad Dip in the year of 2001, I was privileged to be invited. It was great to see most of the girls and got to know them a bit more. Moreover, I managed to catch up with an ex-colleague who is teaching at Epworth Hospital, Box Hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D and I stayed for a while till D's mate, V who came down from Hong Kong wanted to check out the clubbing scene. Ah yeah....it has been a while. The only "asian night" opened on a Sat night was the Boulevard. As usual, the crowds were very young and the music played the same old tracks. Luckily, I met one of my gal friend and she wanted to leave and offered me a lift home. I didn't mind and was glad to leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sunday morning, we brought V to a Spanish breakfast at the site of South Melbourne Market. D and I normally go there occasionally to have breakfast and to do our grocery shopping. By night, we headed out again......to eat. We had the dinner buffet at the Melba, Langham Hotel. I couldn't eat much and the variations were somehow little or perhaps we ate there since end of June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a shi@t day from work on Tuesday, we caught up a movie "Don't Mess With A Zohan" with the main actor, Adam Sandler. With so many well known actors and actresses including the singer, Mariah Carey, the movie was a great disappointment. It was boring and not as humorous, compared to Adam Sandler's other classic movies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my day off and V and I tried to have breakfast at the &lt;a href="http://www.repleteprovidore.com/reviews/"&gt;Replete Providore&lt;/a&gt;, Hawthorn, which was awarded in the Food and Wine Atlas 2007 and The Foodies Guide to Melbourne and Regional Victoria 2007. We were late by few minutes and we missed out. There was an assumption the breakfast goes till afternoon but ended at 1130am. Instead, we had lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.miettas.com.au/Australia/Victoria/Toorak/RomeoS_Of_Toorak.html"&gt;Romeo's&lt;/a&gt;, Toorak. It is popular and several past celebrities came to dine here. It was an Italian cuisine and I thought it was one of the best pasta and chicken parmigiana I ever had. The servings were HUGE. I am definitely going back there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight......yes...we are going out again for dinner. Haven't decided yet but will keep in post later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-887706116666066077?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/887706116666066077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/887706116666066077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/887706116666066077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7310893871668794288</id><published>2008-07-08T16:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:15:06.674+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Continuing being a prick!</title><content type='html'>This is what happened when I don't look at where I am on the following day at work. This AM shift, I was back in Mr B's theatre. More sorrow and more grief from him. I don't know what I have done wrong but he just couldn't stop picking on me on minor details. Perhaps, one of my colleagues who worked in the hospital AND working with him in his consulting room had a long talk with him. She found out about the incident on last Friday and she made sure that she talked some sense into him. I guess not! &lt;div&gt;In the beginning, Mr B appraised me for getting certain things. In an hour, when I scrubbed with him, he made sarcasm remarks and that was the moment when I cracked it. I didn't have any outbursts or being rude. I just said "Please! Give me a break". He didn't fought back or said any further. I realized at this point, our relationship between surgeon and nurse had became awfully sour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, the Plastics/ENT/Paediatric manager was having her clinical day, hence we were together in the theatre. I addressed the issue and asked her a favor to scrub for the remainder of the cases. I couldn't scrubbed with him anymore and having him to pick on me every freakin' thing AND always asking for reasons. "I wanna know why", he said. Gosh! I felt like telling him off big time but I couldn't be bother. I knew he was the type to provoke and allowing them to become argumentative. I would not let him get what he wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was truly mad, upset and disheartened. My manager could see it and tried to reason with him during the scrubs. She and I could see that I had no faults and he wanted or tried to have his own permanent, regular Plastics girls. It was brought up that in reality facts there aren't enough staff and she couldn't helped it if there was non- permanent staff. When my manager asked about how we need his permission when there is a new learning staff/student, he denied and said he was okay with it. Sorry, but that's bullshi@t and he surely remembers what we argued.  Even then, she told Mr B that I was deeply upset about last Friday and he replied "I will talk to her later". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened at the end of the list? He packed up all his stuff, thanking everybody and walked off. Not a word to me, no eye contact, nothing. My manager was outraged by his attitude. I didn't feel like talking to him anyway. Things were already ugly and it was the last time I ever wanted to work with him. I don't know if my manager will or has reported to the higher management but I had personally have enough of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I tried to kill some time for the next hour till the shift ends, I dropped by at the desk where all the daily allocation rosters are. When I saw the allocations for Thursday and Friday, I almost fell off my seat. For both of the days, I am in Mr B's theatre. I was shocked and something have to be done quickly. I managed to grab my manager who was free and told her straight up that I need a break from him. Although I have Wednesday day off but it will take some time for me to get over it. If I continue to work with him, I think I will loose my cool and create ANOTHER unpleasant issue. Because my manager is so nice, she changed the allocations and I was very grateful. Otherwise, I would have taken sick leave. Believe me, I have over two weeks of sick leave and not afraid of using them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought Friday was bad...aish...!!! Normally, other colleagues thought I was one of his favourites and only I can tolerate him. Well, not anymore. I can't stand him and only three nurses he doesn't mind. With such a shitty attitude, I'm sure that pretty soon, he has nobody would want to work with him. I'm waiting for the day to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7310893871668794288?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7310893871668794288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/continuing-to-be-prick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7310893871668794288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7310893871668794288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/continuing-to-be-prick.html' title='Continuing being a prick!'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7006713740985508504</id><published>2008-07-04T21:01:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:39:01.446+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A total prick...!!!</title><content type='html'>In my nursing career, I have worked with surgeons who are bad but never as worst as this particular one....Mr B. Of all his successful family members, one who is a creator of an Australian cosmetics and another who owns the chain of Portmans fashion, he should have stick to those industries and stay out of medical. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew him since day one where he tried to get his theatre list in Cabrini Hospital and he was still working at the Northern Hospital. I heard many stories from where Mr B treated interns and residents badly. If anyone is in his bad book, he will ensure that he will give them bitter times. At one time, I heard he despised a resident so much that he would have the authority to prevent the resident from doing the Plastics program in any hospitals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not only the medical novices he targeted at, he too treated nurses like hell.  From ward to theatre, he crushed several nursing staff with his sarcasms, rudeness and yelling. Of course, we as nurses will try to do our best to meet his needs, but when we can't required them, he chucked tantrums like a spoilt brat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, between him and me, it is our third arguments since a very long time. It's like having at least one argument every year. What happened today was over a staff who just commencing work this year. She hasn't scrub for today's case previously so she needed a supernumerary. When Mr B saw she was setting up, he asked me why is she scrubbing and why wasn't he asked in the first place? In my head, I was like....wtf? I ignored him and told the nurse in-charge who happened to be passing by that he was giving me hard time. She asked if I needed her to talk to him and I said no. Anyhow, she went inside the theatre, shaking her head and said be good. Shortly, Mr B wanted a talk with me and from then on, everyone including me knew there would be trouble. We both left out of the theatre and argued outside the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, he claimed I was a complainer and I protected myself that the nurse in-charge was checking on our theatre and to see we haven't overrun since another staff and me finishing in the evening. With lack of staff, there aren't enough to relieve, especially on a Friday night. He initially didn't believe me but after much convincing, he eventually did. Ah yeah, I lied. But I was lying in good reasons. It wasn't his business to know what us nurses are chatting about and there was a problem to be address since he didn't want the learning staff to be scrubbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following, there were many random issues to argue about. He made a big deal about he has the right to choose which staff, it was HIS theatre, HIS theatre list, it's a private hospital, there was no mannerism and I have to ask his permission if there is a learning staff/student. His words and his tone were very cold, harsh and disrespectful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr B had literally me in tears but I fought back and tuned into my defensive mode. I quarreled, with rationale reasons that this is a private BUT is a teaching institutional hospital or else where are the medical students come from? He paused and commented nothing except to change the subject. I further said that he was the first I ever encountered that I need his permission to have a learning staff to be scrubbed. And so he rambled on about he never get a permanent staff, he always get shoved in a dodgy theatre, that he gets some rights to his theatre and so forth. I so had enough of him that I wanted to end the argument by stating in future we will ask you prior to starting of surgery. He added with his last sarcasm, saying "I'm asking for common manners, is that too hard? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed I was fuming. He is such a bully and it is no wonder he doesn't have his own consultation room at Cabrini. Instead he opened his own clinic and rooms at Auburn, just ten minutes away from the hospital. I don't know how well he treats his patients but I'm sure it's a different character towards them. Without them, he wouldn't able to earn as much as he is now. He has already crushed many of my colleagues in the main theatre department, none would wish to work with him again and only a few can tolerate. He can't be kicked out because his moods are unpredictable. One fortnight, he can be cheerful and thankful and the next fortnight, he can be nasty and bullying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a fact, I am glad that he doesn't have a permanent theatre list here and hope it will maintain his every fortnight Friday afternoon. He has been waiting for four years for his own frequent list but I don't think it will ever happen, not with his behaviors. There are alot of surgeons out there who want to have Cabrini list and are on waiting list. If he is not careful, his usual spot will be easily replace with another surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh....definitely not a way to end the week, although a relaxing night alone tonight with the boyz; and a busy social events of drinks with work colleagues on Sat night to celebrate their "end of exams" as well as having D's good mate from Hong Kong to stay over for a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7006713740985508504?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7006713740985508504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/total-prick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7006713740985508504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7006713740985508504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/total-prick.html' title='A total prick...!!!'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3994536786065750777</id><published>2008-07-01T02:41:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:01:33.899+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30th Birthday Weekend Bash Part B: Daylesford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGmJCM1eO2I/AAAAAAAABTk/gkayBNsM964/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGmJCM1eO2I/AAAAAAAABTk/gkayBNsM964/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217852314183678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azidene House &amp;amp; Spa Apartments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a small and comfortable cottage like a bed &amp;amp; breakfast place. The best parts of this place were located in the central of Daylesford, a free wireless internet, few minutes drive to Lakehouse and an awesome private spa. The package also included with a full breakfast to cook at our own leisure so we can wake up whenever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive to this lovely town was only one and half hours. By the the time we arrived, we had to check out the spa. There were three different speeds and when we cranked up to the maximum, it was powerful yet relaxing. We both loved it and wished the communal spa back home was as strong as this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the stay, despite the freezing, winter season. It actually helped to have a good night sleep and true enough, I had the best sleep. It was a busy weekend since Friday and we both were ready to have an early night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we used the spa again and D cooked breaky whilst I tidied up the place and started packing. The breaky was very simple- bacon, eggs, mushrooms, toasts and orange juice. It was light and contenting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another surprised gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought the scooter gears and the Thomas Sabo necklace were the gifts. But wait....there's more. Indeed I was spoilt by D and a present from Georg Jensen. It was a necklace- gorgeous sterling silver with a pendant of an amethyst stone. It is the exact stone from the Georg Jensen ring that D got for me......two and half years ago. The necklace was unique and long; and the pendant can be hang traditionally down OR the latest trend is placed midway and entwining the neck of the pendant with the chain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGmH1lyJgII/AAAAAAAABTc/MDHqwhkZQRM/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217850998030696578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Massage and Cocoon Wrapping Treatment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://www.eagletherapies.com/"&gt;Eagles Therapies&lt;/a&gt;, the package chosen was the Relaxation Massage with Coco Butter and Cocoon Wrap. We were in the same room and felt really peaceful during the session. D got the best out of it since he had many knots and almost into deep sleep twice. The massage included not only the body and leg, but as well as the head and neck. Ahhh...SO blissful! Following, we were exfoliated with body brush and wrapped with cocoa butter mask. At the end of session, we felt unwind and totally moisturize. We even got to take home with the two body brushes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakehouse Restauran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This place won every year, including this year from The Age Food Guide. I was excited and expected better than Ezard. We chose the 8 course degustation and D picked the degustation with matched wines. Majority of the wines selected were mainly whites and no matter how hard we tried, we still couldn't appreciate the whites. Even then, some tasted awkward. The second entree we had was the poached organic egg. I swear, I never tasted organic egg in my life. To me, it was just an ordinary poached egg with added creative sides of been coated with breadcrumbs and lightly deep fried. Towards to the mains, the red wines started to come out and we were very relieve! The pork was like chinese roast pork (because of the crunchy roasted pork skin) and the duck was like chinese roast duck (except they were less fatty). The pan fried barramundi with braised ox tail was the best. It may sound funny but they tasted well with each other. Dessert was the main disappointment, comparing to Ezard. It was nothing outstanding the sweets from the bon bon trolley were awfully sweet. To cleanse our palate and to end our night, D had long macchiato and I had the peppermint tea. Again, the coffee was bitterly overpowering and the tea was overwhelmed with peppermint. Besides the food, the environment was too dimmed and too warm. It felt stuffy and couple of times had made us drowsy. Twice, we had to go out for fresh air and we weren't even half way through the course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conclusively, it was good, however not as scrumptious as we had at Ezard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGkTtLlCWeI/AAAAAAAABTM/jO_LdxlVH9I/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217723310208604642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3994536786065750777?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3994536786065750777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-30th-birthday-weekend-bash-part-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3994536786065750777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3994536786065750777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-30th-birthday-weekend-bash-part-b.html' title='My 30th Birthday Weekend Bash Part B: Daylesford'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGmJCM1eO2I/AAAAAAAABTk/gkayBNsM964/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7026050227636639789</id><published>2008-07-01T00:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:40:18.199+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>My 30th Birthday Weekend Bash Part A: Hwaro House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGj9-G8P0XI/AAAAAAAABS0/dD8I-yUnKMs/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGj9-G8P0XI/AAAAAAAABS0/dD8I-yUnKMs/s400/Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217699411765743986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a memorable celebration with loving thirty friends. A dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.mcity.com.au/melbourne/eating/833/melbourne-hwaro-barbecue"&gt;Hwaro BBQ Hous&lt;/a&gt;e has initially made everyone hungry and overindulged with several food. As a host, I was ensuring that people were eating and trying to converse with them. Typically, there were more drinks involved.  In the beginning, there were alot of shots of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baekseju"&gt;Baekseju&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't mind as I enjoyed the after taste of the herbs and ginseng. I was brought up with drinking my mum's home-cooked herbal soups anyway. Later on, the drinks were changed to "red" &lt;a href="http://www.sake-world.com/html/shochu-awamori.html"&gt;shochu&lt;/a&gt;, which was made from sweet potato. It was a nice, sweet drink but felt deadly over time. Then, the drink was moved on to "white" shochu, which was made from rice. Apparently, it was known as the Korean vodka. Throughout the night, it was all about shochu and intermittently alternating with red and white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As far as I still remembered, a bottle of red shochu was given from the restaurant manager. As I saw the shots lying across the table, I knew I couldn't escape. As I began to unravelled the presents, a surprised candle from D and a birthday toast was announced. At that moment, it was my final drink and the last thing I recalled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although there was a brief flash of memory that I was on an alley outside of the restaurant, vomiting continuously. All I could hear were voices and afterwards I blanked out. It was an embarrassing situation as most had witnessed my weakest point. After that night, I knew that shochu is NOT my kind of drink. It made me nausea and threw up almost all night till I was dry reached. I didn't get much sleep and it was until about 5ish morning that I settled. As a result, my abs were aching from puking nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, it was surely the greatest and the worst experiences. I do thank everybody for attending this interesting event. The presents are wonderful and useful. Hope you had a swell time too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7026050227636639789?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7026050227636639789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-30th-birthday-weekend-bash-part.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7026050227636639789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7026050227636639789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-30th-birthday-weekend-bash-part.html' title='My 30th Birthday Weekend Bash Part A: Hwaro House'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SGj9-G8P0XI/AAAAAAAABS0/dD8I-yUnKMs/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-9085130751261766157</id><published>2008-06-26T18:38:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:22:16.760+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A day of chilling</title><content type='html'>*Waking up at 1025am- couldn't sleep any further&lt;div&gt;*Vacuuming the place- Ourdi's coat is getting longer and shed everywhere at home. I think he's   due for a groom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Organized and reconfirmation for our mini getaway- all good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Received new items bought from ebay- first time clothes were purchased. Something new to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   wear for the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Wii Fitness- been neglected for over a week. Did yoga and muscle exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* DIY Manicures- Painted with &lt;a href="http://www.nailpolishdiva.com/NLW25_opi_nail_polish.htm"&gt;OPI "Belize It or Not!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* DYI Pedicures- Soft, moisturized heels with Palmer Cocoa Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* DYI Facial- The usual steps. I've also used&lt;a href="http://www.peterthomasroth.com/peterthomasroth_header.asp?sel=https://ordway.com/ordway12-15/ptr/search/search.asp"&gt; Peter Thomas Un-Wrinkle Peel&lt;/a&gt;. Ah yeah, I am         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   aging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* DYI Hair Mask- &lt;a href="http://www.woolworths.co.nz/hair_treatment_repair_butter_extra_care_nutritive_664615.htm"&gt;Schwarzkopf : Extra care nutritive hair treatment repair butte&lt;/a&gt;r.  Smells &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   yummy and divine.....and cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Bathed the boyz - they too needed to be cleaned and looked good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-9085130751261766157?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/9085130751261766157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-chilling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9085130751261766157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/9085130751261766157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of-chilling.html' title='A day of chilling'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8961918908779042809</id><published>2008-06-25T23:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:06:34.577+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A relief to be on leave: 26th June-1st July</title><content type='html'>Long ago, I've checked at work that I am due to work on my birthday weekend. It is the "once a month" of Sunday that everyone has to commit. I didn't want to work on my special day and instead of working, I wanted to have a mini break....like a long weekend. Thus, I've applied two days of leave for Friday and Monday, making tomorrow (Thurs) and Tues days off. I allow both of those two days to work with agency but so far they haven't call me. It's fine by me anyway since I need the break and had sacrificed many social outings to work on the public holidays.&lt;div&gt;Am looking forward to the relaxing days and a big weekend to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8961918908779042809?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8961918908779042809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/relief-to-be-on-leave-26th-june-1st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8961918908779042809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8961918908779042809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/relief-to-be-on-leave-26th-june-1st.html' title='A relief to be on leave: 26th June-1st July'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4855393866748146711</id><published>2008-06-22T21:02:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:42:12.564+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>Trio Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SF48WDMatKI/AAAAAAAABR8/1XlfspKmVn0/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SF48WDMatKI/AAAAAAAABR8/1XlfspKmVn0/s320/Page_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214671768053789858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combined birthdays, Rose, me and D at the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Red Spice Road&lt;/span&gt; on Sat night. My exact birthday is this coming weekend but chose to combine with D to have everybody there. Truly, everyone came, included the ones didn't RSVP. As usual, we both had too much to drink towards at the end of the night. Even though I didn't have any mixed drinks and only had cocktails, I had the worst headache and was starving when I got home. It was a painful headache that I had to sleep it off. Indeed, I slept like a baby, which I had insomnia over the past three nights. &lt;div&gt;The next day, we got up feeling the urge to eat. We had Pho in the city and it was the most satisfying meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To those who came......thank you for coming and the lovely gifts. &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/36741024-4855393866748146711?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4855393866748146711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/trio-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4855393866748146711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4855393866748146711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/trio-birthdays.html' title='Trio Birthdays'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SF48WDMatKI/AAAAAAAABR8/1XlfspKmVn0/s72-c/Page_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8761883587476867320</id><published>2008-06-21T16:15:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:30:49.353+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>Thomas Sabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.thomassabo.com.au/"&gt;Thomas Sabo ......... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFyeupO1PiI/AAAAAAAABRk/nX3kHGX90pM/s1600-h/0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFyeupO1PiI/AAAAAAAABRk/nX3kHGX90pM/s320/0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214216992767426082" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFye3wQeZ3I/AAAAAAAABRs/NS1nSlgiCNA/s320/0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214217149272188786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFyfJ_A2BCI/AAAAAAAABR0/IHeOkgnZgkA/s1600-h/0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFyfJ_A2BCI/AAAAAAAABR0/IHeOkgnZgkA/s320/0316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214217462470804514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFydoZ3bXjI/AAAAAAAABRc/DkKKtBGOZp4/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFydoZ3bXjI/AAAAAAAABRc/DkKKtBGOZp4/s400/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214215786051886642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An early birthday gift given by my baby. How cute....a dog, heart and an envelope.  Thanks babe! Bling, bling...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8761883587476867320?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8761883587476867320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-birthday-gift-given-by-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8761883587476867320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8761883587476867320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-birthday-gift-given-by-my-baby.html' title='Thomas Sabo'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFyeupO1PiI/AAAAAAAABRk/nX3kHGX90pM/s72-c/0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5258152310992855252</id><published>2008-06-20T22:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:59:52.741+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Birthday boy @ Ezard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My baby has turned another year older and we had a fantastic 8 course degustation meal, two bottles of Spanish red wine at the &lt;a href="http://www.ezard.com.au"&gt;Ezard Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; I think D was kind of thirsty so he ordered another glass of  red wine and a cognac. Great food, great wine. The dessert tasting plate was the main highlight of the night. D is never a sweet tooth but he ate the majority. The waiter suggested we could dine here just only for desserts. The services were helpful and impeccable and certainly deserved the two hats they were awarded in The Age Food Guide 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Degustation Menu (extracted from the website): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Japanese inspired oyster shooter AND complimentary chef's dumpling soup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Kingfish sashimi with sesame custard, lime caramel and pear salad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Steam prawn dumpling with cauliflower cream, curry oil, celery cress and yarra valley salmon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   roe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Anchovy crusted swordfish with beetroot, pomelo, rhubarb persian fetta salad, winter herb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Rice crusted kurobuta pork cheek with spiced apples, yellow bean soy and peanuts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Seared quail with hervey bay scallops, spiced pumpkin puree cumin syrup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dessert tasting platter: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Warm quince meringue pie with five spice custard and pistachio icecream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Honeycrunch icecream with toasted gingerbread and sugar swirls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Tea parfait with beurre bosc pears and pomegranate molasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Bitter sweet dark chocolate torte with macaroon and mandarin sorbet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* New seasons granny smith apple plate three ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Roasted bananas with chocolate cheese and caramel icecream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFujSHnD4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/hzIM8Bb1opY/s400/Page_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213940525287334594" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFujSHnD4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/hzIM8Bb1opY/s1600-h/Page_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5258152310992855252?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5258152310992855252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-boy-ezard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5258152310992855252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5258152310992855252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-boy-ezard.html' title='Birthday boy @ Ezard'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFujSHnD4sI/AAAAAAAABRU/hzIM8Bb1opY/s72-c/Page_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-875512080046473345</id><published>2008-06-20T21:44:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:06:39.914+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Mouche</title><content type='html'>I discovered a fashion accessories shop which was opened last month at Chadstone Shopping Centre........&lt;a href="http://www.mouche.com.au/"&gt;Mouche&lt;/a&gt;. They aren't real jewelry but they are very appealing and very cheap. The first time I went there, I fell in love with a bracelet, however hesitated to buy. When I made up my mind the next time round, they were all sold out in both shops (the other one in Little Collins St). I was told the new batch would come around in June. Today after work, I went by and check it out at Chaddy to see if the stock has arrived. It has and this time without a moment of thinking, I quickly bought it. I didn't want to regret it again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFucQXznLLI/AAAAAAAABRE/Kg7NbuFzGdk/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFucQXznLLI/AAAAAAAABRE/Kg7NbuFzGdk/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213932798693813426" style="text-decoration: underline;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFucuKlBNyI/AAAAAAAABRM/4UxqBA2rzAo/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFucuKlBNyI/AAAAAAAABRM/4UxqBA2rzAo/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213933310539020066" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-875512080046473345?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/875512080046473345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/mouche.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/875512080046473345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/875512080046473345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/mouche.html' title='Mouche'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFucQXznLLI/AAAAAAAABRE/Kg7NbuFzGdk/s72-c/IMG_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4091686827210103790</id><published>2008-06-18T20:57:00.018+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:21:21.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Slowly resurfacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a while since I've blogged.......okay........I left it for far too long. There were several occasions of being unmotivated and occupied with other "important" things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JAPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my last post, I went and came back from Japan. It was spectacular, breathtaking experience and adored the shopping and food. Snowboarding in Japan was twice as better, in comparison to Queenstown, New Zealand. It was snowing lightly everyday that it looked like the season of a white Christmas. The snow was plentiful: so soft and dry. It was such an amazing trip that D, me and the rest of the Snow Dragon Society snowboard crews are heading to Japan on Feb-March 2009. So far, five people have bought the airline tickets with Qantas. It is the only airline that has the shortest, direct route to Narita Airport. I bought mine from &lt;a href="http://www.bestflights.com.au/"&gt;bestflights&lt;/a&gt; to get the "end of financial" sale ticket, which already ended on 11th June. I had my annual leave approved the following day, pushing my unit manager to grant it. It will be five weeks, but only counted as 22 working days. This time, we'll be spending longer time there and travelling to other areas of Japan. Others will either: 1) join together, leave earlier; 2) join later, leave earlier to home or pursuing to another trip; 3) come from another trip and later meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFo123NnsqI/AAAAAAAABP8/QN5uFAdzkgc/s400/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213538735285056162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japan Feb-March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Tenth Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah.........I've moved again for the tenth times in my life. I think I've mentioned in the previous posts...... Had been quietly settled into the Docklands. The drive to and from work can be the extremes from 15 minutes to work to 40 minutes to home. Since the ramp from Montague Street linking to CityLink has blocked from construction works till unknown dates (can be a very long delay), the duration of travelling times has prolonged to another ten minutes. Apart from getting up earlier, I have more time spent with the boyz, a further in depth understanding of my bf and conveniently wander down by tram or taxis to the heart of CBD. As traffic starts to worsen and petrol fuel has ridiculously increased to almost $1.70 per litre, I decided to utilize more of the tram service of the free City Circle, which runs every ten minutes till 6pm. An additional advantages to grocery shopping are the Safeway supermarket in Docklands (opened since May) and South Melb and the South Melbourne Market. Driving there for 5-10 minutes is all it takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new toys/gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the MacBook and the 3rd generation Ipod nano. The batteries for both are improved with longer life and several functions I can play around with. I decided to brighten up and protect the outside surface with red hard cases. Yes..both are RED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one stage, I got addicted to the games of MarioKart and Wii Fitness. They are fun, interactive and I can even play with other opponents via internet live. As well, I benefited good health from Wii Fitness. Normally, I always have lower backache and since the Wii Fitness, I have less complaints and actually can feel the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpMTc6zXkI/AAAAAAAABQc/Voy7lQeIIuc/s1600-h/7mjtVT6L0oYbGRLpjEjlmdGoCXJNta7S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpMTc6zXkI/AAAAAAAABQc/Voy7lQeIIuc/s400/7mjtVT6L0oYbGRLpjEjlmdGoCXJNta7S.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213563415698824770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpMc51BprI/AAAAAAAABQk/zVi20hkxgsM/s1600-h/FfkrUm1-wPe_VybeaBYFiDzOJjHtZspg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpMc51BprI/AAAAAAAABQk/zVi20hkxgsM/s400/FfkrUm1-wPe_VybeaBYFiDzOJjHtZspg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213563578078045874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;PIAGGIO FLY 125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh u might say......now now...it's a.......SCOOTER. With the constant, everyday hectic traffic and unreliable tram services, D and I chipped in a&lt;a href="http://www.piaggio.com.au/Products/Fly-125.html"&gt; Piaggio Fly 125&lt;/a&gt;. It is white colour and doesn't look too "plastic". D bought me gears- helmet, gloves and jacket as part of my birthday gift. When I found out about the prices, gosh, and I thought snowboard gears were expensive! Because I experienced riding on a motorbike before, the scooter was a nicer, pleasant ride. I dont' feel as scare and I can see where I'm going. I like it so much that in the near future, I would want to take lessons to own a bike licence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpNA-NMYGI/AAAAAAAABQs/CM1qEJpLvr8/s1600-h/FLY125-img-6dc34439-a0c8-4ae8-88fb-ee8657e2b308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFpNA-NMYGI/AAAAAAAABQs/CM1qEJpLvr8/s400/FLY125-img-6dc34439-a0c8-4ae8-88fb-ee8657e2b308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564197728444514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not the right colour but is an example taken from the piaggio website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OPERATING THEATRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Majority of things stay the same since I last blogged. The political affairs seem to be getting unfavorable with staff resigned either from the job or from their current positions. There is no support and people are just too selfish to even consider for other's needs. That is how it is run in my department. To lessen my stress, I just do my work according to the job description and avoid daily gossips. I guess some things will never change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I can only think what it is needed to be summed up. With coming to three morning shifts in a row this week, I am terribly drained. I need to sleep more before the big weekend starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4091686827210103790?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4091686827210103790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/slowly-resurfacing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4091686827210103790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4091686827210103790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/06/slowly-resurfacing.html' title='Slowly resurfacing'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/SFo123NnsqI/AAAAAAAABP8/QN5uFAdzkgc/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-6474088058699110960</id><published>2008-02-27T10:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:20:14.589+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 27th - March 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-6474088058699110960?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6474088058699110960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/holiday-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6474088058699110960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6474088058699110960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/holiday-leave.html' title='Holiday Leave'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-550597247016905684</id><published>2008-02-27T01:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:00:44.006+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving someone is to sacrifice. Yet liking someone alot does the same too.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing to know how much a person likes for the other alot by sacrificing oneself immensely, that is changing the habits and lifestyle. A gal who she adores and only been in the relationship for about three months mark was willing to give her 100 percent bests and efforts. Unfortunately, on the other half, he was supposed to give the similar percent of bests and efforts. Well, not really. There are numerous controversial issues so it is best not to pursue further so that we can maintain the friendship with one another...in case if anyone just happen to read this.! &lt;div&gt;I do feel the sadness for her. She is such a hot babe and with outstanding qualities personality, she is the potential of becoming a girlfriend/wife.  However, she is too nice and giving and no matter how she was treated, she will always give the relationship another chance. I actually love her qualities, yet they are delivered in a bad-timing situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, we recently know each other since abit after '07 Christmas,  there were many things to talk about positive things, apart from relationship. I appreciated her expressiveness and opennessl and I wish her whichever and whatever decisions she will make, I will still be happy and always be there for her 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-550597247016905684?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/550597247016905684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/loving-someone-is-to-sacrifice-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/550597247016905684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/550597247016905684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/loving-someone-is-to-sacrifice-yet.html' title='Loving someone is to sacrifice. Yet liking someone alot does the same too.'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7374982559178497779</id><published>2008-02-25T23:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:38:35.151+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the summer in Melbourne and heading up to the fresh powder snow in Japan and humid, hot weather in Singapore.</title><content type='html'>Oh..what busy weekends I had and yet I never managed to find a time to write them down. As well, my work kept me on my toes constantly. Hence, I always felt tired at the end of the shift. &lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be my last working day, a short half day shift- 730am till 130pm, as I will be utilizing my rest of the day to do house errands and packing my stuff for my trip. Yes...the day is almost near and on Wed, D and I will be traveling to Japan/Singapore for two and half weeks. We are equipped with the snowboard gears and clothes. Already, they are quite heavy so fingers crossed that we aren't any close to our maximum weight. I still haven't pack. I was supposed to if I didn't have a busy social events on the weekends. Anyways, I still have tomorrow arvo and night to do so. It's not like I have heaps to pack since I will be doing alot of shopping over there. I know there will be luggage overweight when we return. Ah well, I'll hold on to that thought when the situation arises.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss my boyz, Ourdi and Bounce. They will be taken care by Daniel, which he has his own two dogs. Luckily, they are all males and since they spent the day with each other, they looked like they got along together just fine. At least, there is a big backyard for them to entertain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try, but not guarantee that I can post some of the trip unless I am bored, which I doubt it very much. Will take lots of pics for sure and I'll see you bloggers later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7374982559178497779?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7374982559178497779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/leaving-summer-in-melbourne-and-heading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7374982559178497779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7374982559178497779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/leaving-summer-in-melbourne-and-heading.html' title='Leaving the summer in Melbourne and heading up to the fresh powder snow in Japan and humid, hot weather in Singapore.'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1011566228095137610</id><published>2008-02-13T00:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:03:24.681+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA.....due to packing, moving and unpacking</title><content type='html'>I've been busy alright....even during the Chinese New Year. I have once again moved to another residential place.......from Hawthorn to D's place, the Docklands. With great in-depth discussions with each other, we managed to find ways how to shift my stuff, what things to keep or donate, when to move, financial issues and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;My last moved was six months ago, hence almost everything was well organised and some still remained in boxes. Pretty much, there weren't many to dispose or to donate. I'm pretty amazed that I don't have THAT many clothes or shoes, compared to D's. I guess there are good reasons for me to stock up new clothes/shoes/bags/cosmetics during my Japan/Singapore trip. &lt;br /&gt;By Sunday, everything was completed including unpacking. With much thanks to D and his mum, the process sped up very quickly. Some of the big furnitures like fridge was brought over and stuff that I hardly used were kept in the storage. The last thing that I have to do is to clean up the place at Hawthorn which doesn't take long to do. The place is hardly used or should I say that I never once slept in it!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I am offically living together with baby and my boyz. I don't feel awkward at all. In fact, I am more comfortable now that I have all my possessions here. No more travelling back and forth and having to carry my overnight bag to keep restocking my cosmetics or to bring big bulk of changed clothes. The only thing that bugs me is finishing work at 6pm and driving back WITH the traffic, especially when it is on a Friday. But I've been doing that the past six months and it is the only one shift per week that I have to tolerate it.  I'm used to it and I know there is always something to look forward to like seeing my boyz and my baby or just chilling on the couch, watching Foxtel or to even just admiring the views of the Marina Bay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1011566228095137610?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1011566228095137610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/miadue-to-packing-moving-and-unpacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1011566228095137610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1011566228095137610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/miadue-to-packing-moving-and-unpacking.html' title='MIA.....due to packing, moving and unpacking'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3246748660422403154</id><published>2008-02-01T18:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:53:21.542+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>A sucker for Ipod</title><content type='html'>My 2nd generation 30GB ipod has sort of "died". As in it is charged overnight and lasted 2 hours. Lately, it got worse and lasted only 30 minutes. The only thing that got it continuously was to connect with the AC plug. To even think of changing the battery is pointless. It costs as much as getting a new one. That's Apple, alright. It encourages you to buy bits and pieces of accessories, including any gadgets just released. Well, no matter what Apple costs, we still get suck in. And for me, I am. I would like the 3rd Generation Ipod Nano, which assures me the battery will lasts for a long time. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a suprise from D as I found the Ipod under my pillow as I lay down. It was the 8GB, silver. Like a little girl, I was extremely happy. And this week, a red hardcover was bought so I can use it during the Japan trip. I can't wait to use whilst snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't neglect my old Ipod. I will use as my external hard-drive for my Apple Macbook that is coming soon. Ahhhh...I am a tech junkie.&lt;br /&gt;~Note~ Thanks baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LLL5HpfgI/AAAAAAAABO4/pkjGEMLNNeE/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161911528091909634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LLL5HpfgI/AAAAAAAABO4/pkjGEMLNNeE/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LKipHpfeI/AAAAAAAABOo/bgs26xdJzJA/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LK6ZHpffI/AAAAAAAABOw/B-QltTgUqt8/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161911227444198898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LK6ZHpffI/AAAAAAAABOw/B-QltTgUqt8/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LKipHpfeI/AAAAAAAABOo/bgs26xdJzJA/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LKipHpfeI/AAAAAAAABOo/bgs26xdJzJA/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3246748660422403154?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3246748660422403154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/sucker-for-ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3246748660422403154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3246748660422403154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/02/sucker-for-ipod.html' title='A sucker for Ipod'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6LLL5HpfgI/AAAAAAAABO4/pkjGEMLNNeE/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-4203278192780811511</id><published>2008-01-31T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:04:30.418+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One after the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id3062"&gt;After the night on Remi's birthday, I had the recurrent of&lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/shingles/article.htm"&gt; shingles&lt;/a&gt;. My very first one was on my 21st birthday. Great present I've got.......not! I had no regular symptoms but only formed of many blisters on my lower back. Initially, I thought it was the allergic reaction to the seafood I consumed at the dinner. But, the dots were like blisters and were at the same sites of shingles. I didn't do anything except to monitor my back if there are anymore. Almost a week passed, the blisters became scabs and I was beginning to have lower backaches. With my own stupidity, I asked D to use the massager on my back (not on flesh) to relieve my pain. The following day, the scabs formed as blisters and looked really raw. I was in pain at that time. Once more, I did nothing but to ignore them. The situation got kind of worse when I got up for work yesterday morning and could feel a sharp, stinging pain on my left bottom/hip. Throughout my ten hours shift, the pain didn't subsided and hurts whenever I walked or stand. By the end of the shift, I told the in-charge that I needed to see a doctor and won't be working tomorrow......which is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3070"&gt;I went to see a doctor at the Victoria Harbour Medical Centre, Docklands and he claimed that it was a mild shingles but was too late for antibiotics as they need to be treated within the 72 hours. I'd asked if there is any relationship between tonsillitis and shingles as I just recovered not long ago. The answers were because I was very crook from tonsillitis, the immune system was at its lowest. With the cause of current sickness and others like stress, the virus remain dormant after the chicken-pox episode when I was a kid, emerged as active virus and affected one of my nerve level. To ease the pain, I was given with anti-inflammatory. I was already sick of taking medications since New Year and now I'm back on again! More drugs! What's annoying was they cost double than the antibiotics! WTF?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3073"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday and it's my actual day off. I hope this medications work and hoping I'll be fit enough for Japan trip. Just can't afford to be sick again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-4203278192780811511?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4203278192780811511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-after-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4203278192780811511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/4203278192780811511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-after-other.html' title='One after the other'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3312841952711988525</id><published>2008-01-31T13:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:15:41.913+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>January Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id816"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id652"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jun's and Kay's @ The Grill Room, Albert Park- 18th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id731"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id735"&gt;It was a nice night with good companies, awesome steak with wine, made new friends and caught up with old friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id649" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6FCepHpfTI/AAAAAAAABM0/1r1mw34s9dU/s1600-h/n502753839_281355_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161479742144740658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6FCepHpfTI/AAAAAAAABM0/1r1mw34s9dU/s320/n502753839_281355_3110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jun &amp;amp; Joy; Kay &amp;amp; Paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id742" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id745" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Remi's @ The Langham Hotel, Southbank- 19th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id746" align="left"&gt;The dinner buffet was delicious and is highly recommended. The seafood was fresh- oysters, mussels, crabs. As well, there were three different cusine stalls-, which the chefs cooked directly infront of you. Most of us were so hungry and ate too fast at the start that we were quickly full by the second hour! Well, it took me a while to digest, however at the end of the night, I was completely full that I didn't try all the dishes that I would like to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id756" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id646" align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161479986957876546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6FCs5HpfUI/AAAAAAAABM8/qloOCRix9ec/s320/n534057063_578377_6711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bday boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id757" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id758" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ritchii's @ Albert Park Lake- 20th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id765" align="left"&gt;What a day to celebrate a bday with LOTS of booze and LOTS of BBQ food- sausages, chick wings, skewers, patties......!!!!! After a good meal, it was either more drinking or volleyball. Later in the arvo, a surprised ice cream cake, whom Yuki organised it, was given to Ritchii. As usual, a customary birthday song was sung and a brief speech was made by the birthday boy. Short and sweet it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E9CZHpfOI/AAAAAAAABMM/uwGzVjqQAb8/s1600-h/DSC_0290+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473759255297250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E9CZHpfOI/AAAAAAAABMM/uwGzVjqQAb8/s320/DSC_0290+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E9VpHpfPI/AAAAAAAABMU/7jD-6H9GyVU/s1600-h/DSC_0307+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161474089967779058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E9VpHpfPI/AAAAAAAABMU/7jD-6H9GyVU/s320/DSC_0307+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id817" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id542" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2679" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id541" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id815" align="left"&gt;Sausage sizzles; Yuki &amp;amp; Ritchii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id839" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E-FpHpfQI/AAAAAAAABMc/oXwAOeVSii4/s1600-h/DSC_0319+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161474914601499906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E-FpHpfQI/AAAAAAAABMc/oXwAOeVSii4/s320/DSC_0319+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E_GpHpfRI/AAAAAAAABMk/WtQYkyeWWys/s1600-h/DSC_0329+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161476031292996882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6E_GpHpfRI/AAAAAAAABMk/WtQYkyeWWys/s320/DSC_0329+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id625" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2300" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini bottle of chivas with apple green tea; Ice-cream cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id802" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id803" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yuki's @ Red Emperor and Transport - 28th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id851" align="left"&gt;It was a Australia Day public holiday and I had to work so I've missed out the $48 per person all-you-can eat yum cha at the well known, Red Emperor. Because I worked half day, I met up with them for drinks at the Transport. It was a nice, sunny, hot, lazy afternoon which I wished for a long weekend every other weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id852" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161518341015829842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6FllZHpfVI/AAAAAAAABNE/QaDx0Bao6To/s320/n559257572_569848_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div id="ms__id814" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id808" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3312841952711988525?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3312841952711988525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3312841952711988525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3312841952711988525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-birthdays.html' title='January Birthdays'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R6FCepHpfTI/AAAAAAAABM0/1r1mw34s9dU/s72-c/n502753839_281355_3110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8396072464872551149</id><published>2008-01-12T23:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:50:38.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sux to be sick over the weekend</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I was totally recovered when I took my last antibiotic on Thursday, I felt sick after few drinks of alcohol on Fri night.&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary from Sydney, and Bianca from UK came down to Melbourne for a holiday. It was Rose's birthday that night and had quite a big celebration.&lt;br /&gt;The evening started early with pre-drinks at D's place. After feeling happily tipsy and hungry, we went to Squires Loft for dinner. Like all steaks dining, red wine was the starter, followed by entree- a rack of BBQ ribs to share and the main. The servings of the meals were really slow. It was either we had too much to drink, hence increased of appetite OR we ate our entree very slow. After a long, despearte wait, the main finally came out. I ordered 200grams of eye fillet with mushroom sauce and baked potato. The two bites I had were overly done. It wasn't medium-rare. It was well-done. I was disappointed as the place was popularly known for a really good steak at a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to steak, I know I am fussy about how it cooks. When I mean medium-rare, I meant it well. It is also because I've dined to many restaurants, I've managed to find where they actually done so nicely that made me felt "wow" on my first bite.&lt;br /&gt;I knew with my steak having done the second round, I shouldn't be complaining. But the steak wasn't to my likings and I've lost my craving. I gave the rest to D. At the same time, I started to feel unwell. It reminded me of the time on New Year's Day when I felt I was coming down with something. I immediately stopped drinking and eating altogether. I could feel a bit of discomfort in my throat throughout the dinner. I then realized why the doctor gave me a repeat of the antibiotic prescription.&lt;br /&gt;The long dinner finally ended and went back to D's place to continue the celebration. The night was filled with booze, poker, chatting and chilling. My night finished extra early as I wasn't feeling well. I just wanted to lie on a comfy bed and hoped I would sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night for them, to catch up and it was about 5am where some left and some remained here to snooze.&lt;br /&gt;Since I had the rebound of the tonsillitis, I had to get more antibiotics from pharmacy. I'm okay at the moment and I knew I had to avoid alcohol for another week until the course of antibiotics is completely finished. Saturday night wasn't that great for me as I had to stay at home. I did want to go out but the outings are usually consist of drinking, which you know medication and alcohol just don't mixed. Additionally, I have to work the next day from 7am till 330pm, yet I am still up at this time- 145am writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed...very annoyed being sick for more than a week and having to work on a Sunday. I noticed I had time off, including Thursday and Friday but sheeze man, the tonsillitis has tremendously worn me down and seriously lowered my immune system.&lt;br /&gt;Not a happy chappy at all...........!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep on it......................before I get more annoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8396072464872551149?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8396072464872551149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/sux-to-be-sick-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8396072464872551149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8396072464872551149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/sux-to-be-sick-over-weekend.html' title='Sux to be sick over the weekend'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-1779071329822049015</id><published>2008-01-08T21:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:31:15.489+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Snowboard Boots</title><content type='html'>Just before Xmas, I had bought something online. They are practical 'coz my first, five years old pair had seriously worn out. They had numbed my toes after a long day, gave pain around my ankles, gave quite a heel lift and most importantly, my feet became very cold despite wearing thin, thermal socks. With several browsing and research, I had concluded &lt;a href="http://www.dogfunk.com/dogfunk/SAL1202/c7/s51/Salomon-Ivy-Snowboard-Boot-Womens.html"&gt;Salmon Ivy Snowboots &lt;/a&gt;. I'd found &lt;a href="https://www.backcountry.com/"&gt;Backcountry&lt;/a&gt; website, where they offered me cheapest both the item and the postage cost. The final cost was $325 Australian dollars, including delivery. It was alot of money but I justfied myself that after trying Burton boots, even though they were cheaper, I didn't like the feel of them. I did tried the Salomon whilst I was in New Zealand last year and they felt SO comfortable. What really impressed me was because I had extremely small narrow feet, Salomon fit them perfectly. However, the price at that time was pretty costly that I had to resist myself from purchasing them.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past months, I had looked every shop for Salomon with my extra small size. It was such a hassle that I wish I have bigger feet! Since each shop only ordered one to two pairs each season, I had missed out and remained with the huge size. It was however fortunate for me that I could buy online international with the brand and size I wanted. The disadvantage was paying a bit more for the postage cost. I wasn't going to complain as I really need my boots before going to Japan and I do not want to spend my entire first few days in Tokyo hunting for a pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153049498775870962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R4NPN5SKXfI/AAAAAAAABL0/8WzNoqJxJ7E/s400/IVYBLK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had received the parcel but I had it delivered to D's workplace as noone is at home during weekdays and to ensure the item was not lost. I am amazed as to how quickly it has arrived from the States. I was expecting by the end of Jan to start of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;At last, I have all my snowboard gears set for Japan..........!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-1779071329822049015?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1779071329822049015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-before-xmas-i-had-bought-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1779071329822049015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/1779071329822049015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-before-xmas-i-had-bought-something.html' title='Snowboard Boots'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R4NPN5SKXfI/AAAAAAAABL0/8WzNoqJxJ7E/s72-c/IVYBLK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5722351993135379343</id><published>2008-01-07T20:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:35:38.474+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>The day that my baby has graduated from the puppy school, Planet K9 @ North Melbourne. Each classes takes about an hour, once a week, totally nine classes. There were also other dogs with their owners involved so that the dogs can interact with each other and owners like us can learn from them too! Like every learnings, it takes alot of persistance and patience. This evening, it was Ourdi's last session and also his graduation. He was calm, obedient and did the entire tracking course without failed. At the end, Ourdi, D and I were presented with the certificate of basic training. Awwwww....so proud of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152689833919536610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R4IIGpSKXeI/AAAAAAAABLs/--wCEnU84Wc/s400/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152671365560163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R4H3TpSKXdI/AAAAAAAABLk/2eLLGnrBRmk/s400/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5722351993135379343?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5722351993135379343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5722351993135379343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5722351993135379343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R4IIGpSKXeI/AAAAAAAABLs/--wCEnU84Wc/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-8267492031138686299</id><published>2008-01-05T13:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:11:00.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Acute Tonsillitis</title><content type='html'>Ahh yeah. Unfortuntely to say but I have &lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/diseases/facts/tonsillitis.htm"&gt;acute tonsillitis&lt;/a&gt;, which I think I got it most likely from the two dance events, &lt;a href="http://www.hardwarecorp.com.au/Eventar/2007/apollo/apollo.html"&gt;Apollo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.clubvibes.com/forum/topic.asp?topic_id=457005"&gt;Cosmic Gate&lt;/a&gt;. The party started from 5pm and ended at about 4am. We left early as the music were okay. I didn't felt the music was that great from both events. Pity....I missed the raves from the old days. For the entire eleven hours I didn't danced, only to fulfill my time with drinks. Like D mentioned, perhaps the sharing of drinks had caused me becoming really sick.&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I already felt something just not right. I was sleeping more than I usually sleep. Gradually, I had constant massive headaches. My symptoms became worse from having sore throat to congested sinuses to muscle aches. The first two days were just plain awful. I was bedridden and I didn't consumed any food or fluids. I was terribly sick that I had to pull sickie for the working days I meant to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;By the third day, I thought I was improving as I could move around. However, it wasn't how I expected. The last two nights, I kept having hot/cold sweats. As well as my congested sinuses partially blocked my nose, I had difficulties breathing as my sore throat didn't allowed me to breath through it properly. It was awfully painful and suffering. Sleeping was an issue for me as I couldn't lie totally flat due to the breathing problem so I had to sleep in forty-five degrees angle. That had been part of my challenge. I had to place two pillows on top of each other and sometimes I had to rearrange many times just to have the correct angle.&lt;br /&gt;It was only then..which was last night where I really couldn't breath and had hot/cold sweats, this morning I decided to ring medical centres for doctor's appointment. I don't know what time of the year it is but there were so many that booked out. Unbelievable. Luckily I managed to get one but without the appointment and I had to come in within the thirty minutes. That was located in QV, city, third level. The wait wasn't too bad, just thiry minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The final moment arrived when it was my turn. I told my symptoms and my agony of pain. The doctor, a chinese, who mumbled, has lack of human relations but was talking with great medical background has diagnosed me with an acute tonsillitis. He advised me not to work and to rest Monday as well. Since I still retain two and half weeks of sickies, I didn't mind taking few more rests. Even though I knew subconsiously that work needs me but I'm sure they can cope. He then prescribed me with multiple drugs, which I only purchased the priorities- the antibiotics and pain relief. As soon as I rushed back home to avoid the intense hot weather, I quickly took my first medications. It didn't take long to kick in but by afternoon I could feel the after effects- little drowsy and the pain was slowly subsided.&lt;br /&gt;For now till Monday, I will be imprison at my home to recuperate, to replenish and to detox. No further crazy partying till Japan.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-8267492031138686299?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8267492031138686299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/acute-tonsillitis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8267492031138686299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/8267492031138686299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/acute-tonsillitis.html' title='Acute Tonsillitis'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-6351919603237826347</id><published>2008-01-04T17:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:53:44.512+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>Recapping: Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Both special occassions, I was overly indulged with food, following with my usual drunkness to end the night. It was a contrasting weather for Xmas Eve: very cold and NYE: scorching hot. What fantastic nights to spend with family and friends. It was great to see so many people and fun to be with, as well as meeting new people. Indeed I had loads of fun and such events will be unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;Below are the two albums for your viewing. There are far too many pictures to be included in this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mwms78/XmasEve"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh4.google.com/mwms78/R33WuZSKXIE/AAAAAAAABKE/Mec0ewfKf68/s160-c/XmasEve.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mwms78/XmasEve"&gt;Xmas Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;New Year's Eve- what a night to end 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mwms78/NYE"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh4.google.com/mwms78/R33NfZSKVOE/AAAAAAAABLI/fKYlMS0msKE/s160-c/NYE.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mwms78/NYE"&gt;NYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-6351919603237826347?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6351919603237826347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/recapping-christmas-eve-and-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6351919603237826347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/6351919603237826347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2008/01/recapping-christmas-eve-and-new-years.html' title='Recapping: Christmas Eve and New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-5306730721570991469</id><published>2007-12-31T00:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:30:17.057+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Goodbye to 2007</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh yes.....as usual, I had been slacked of with my blog. With so many social events and to meet daily high demands from work, I had no time to sit down to share my happenings. Sadly to say, I utilised the time to eat, sleep and checking my emails and facebook. Those had already filled up all my time and before I wanted to do other things, it was bedtime. Working shift work can be difficult when I'm trying to do some particular chores. Yet, I don't think I can do fixed hours everyday since I'm used to this kind of out-of-wack hours for the past 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;The period when I moved from one place to another joint or temporarily changed work roles, those were the times I THOUGHT were the busiest. Again, December was another groundhog month for me. Birthdays, drinking, dining, celebrations, get-togethers were the highlights. At times, there were moments I felt overwhelmed by these events that I wanted a peaceful, doing-nothing-at-all weekend. I would like to feel recuperated, relaxed before I commence work on Monday. But it doesn't always happen that way and instead I felt exhausted and wishing for another day to rest. Funny enough, when there aren't any eventful weekends, I complained about it. Aihyoo....I am hard to please....&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject.........the year of 2007 has been somewhat interesting- the up's and down's. It is disappointing to say that some people and to those who are very dear and close to me found their life miserable and unable to move on from their past. Their sorrows managed to dwell within them so much that the people surrounding them also affected. They have such strong principles, hence becoming stubborn, I chose to let them to have their own time and space. Christmas and New Year's are always about reunion with family and friends, to share good vibes or exchanging happy thoughts. Unfortuntely, this year will be a missed.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, all is not totally bleak. I have another family, friends, my "boyz" and most of all.........my baby. It will be a blissful one if all gets together on these special occassions. Ahhhh...such is life.&lt;br /&gt;Career and finance did improved dramatically by taking up the managerial role for six weeks and maximising many claims through my salary packaging. As well, I had the assistance of cutting down some of my expenditures. I am very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;What's my New Year resolution? Well, I guess you have to wait till the next post, eh? Till then, wishing to all the bloggers and readers have a Happy New Year and stay safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-5306730721570991469?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5306730721570991469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-to-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5306730721570991469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/5306730721570991469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-to-2007.html' title='Goodbye to 2007'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-2047789840538907345</id><published>2007-12-04T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:06:39.380+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Confirmed trip 2008: Japan- Tokyo &amp; Hakuba + Singapore</title><content type='html'>It is truely booked and confirmed that my baby and I are going to Japan/Singapore from 27th Feb till 16th March. Our friends who will be accompany us from their Korea trip are Ilya and Hyjie....so far. Our flight tickets were purchased but not the accommodations as yet since we found out there are still many rooms available. Additionally, the period we are going is the almost end of snow season and before the cherry blossom.&lt;br /&gt;Our (me and D) itinerary will be: three nights in Tokyo, 7 nights in Hakuba snow mountain and five nights back in Tokyo. Alot of sightseeings, eating, shopping and snowboarding in Japan. My top sightseeings will be mainly to the Disneyland and the snow monkeys at Hakuba. Ilya and Hyjie will arrive one day later in Tokyo so there are still time to go to places together. They will be joining with us to Hakuba but will be leaving earlier to return Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140012234605606082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R1T95PjUNMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/782WkW112HY/s400/getting_to_hakuba_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140012118641489074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R1T9yfjUNLI/AAAAAAAAA2o/SUrOIb7vbFY/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the remaining days from Tokyo, we will fly over to Singapore, stopping over for two nights so that D and I can catch up with our relatives and friends. At the same time, I can do the things that I think they are due for:&lt;br /&gt;1) my manicure and pedicure&lt;br /&gt;2) re-doing my hair with digital perming&lt;br /&gt;3) buying a new laptop which I can reimburse through my salary packaging (MacBook Pro)&lt;br /&gt;4) stuffing myself with LOTS of hawker food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 16th March, we will be back in Melbourne.......I hope.....HAH...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group decided to book flights and accommodations online as I had enquired to many travel agents and most of their quotes were costly...like $3800 with taxes and some were more but excluding the train transfers from Tokyo to Hakuba. With an expert like Ilya and had been to Japan few times, he claimed that they were overpriced. I agreed totally after researching several online. I managed to find cheap flights and found Qantas had cheaper airfares with direct flight. However, I found Singapore Airline have cheap airfare yet $30 more than Qantas, along with the three hours stopover in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm not a Qantas girl, especially the experience I had when I travelled to Hong Kong with my mum one year ago. Some said they are good as the pilots are Australian westerners and others said the seats are broad and spacious. I guess I was brought up with Singapore Airlines as my dad was the first pioneer of flight attendants during the transition of MAS (Malaysia Air Singapura) airline. Singapore airline was created somewhere in the 1970's where a joint airline venture between Malaysia and Singapore ended.&lt;br /&gt;I was told by my parents that I was on board thousands of time when I was an infant through till I was seven years old, yet I don't have the recognition of any events. Only of some...but vaguely. I reckon it is because I had loads of fun and even today my bestie is a flight attendant of Singapore Airline. Moreover, we knew each other through primary school and our dads met each other from their pioneer years with the airline. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I now have to think what to pack. I have to think of the word LESS or LIGHT as I know I will go crazy buying heaps of things overseas AND my luggages need room to pack winter and summer clothes for two different countries. Ahhhh and don't forget the snowboard gears too. Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;Before the trip, my snowboard pants and boots have to be replace as the pants are badly stained and the other saturates right through to my bottoms whenever I fell or sat down; and the boots hurt my toes and ankle. I am browsing around in the American sites where they have many different styles and they are cheap now that Aus currency is high.&lt;br /&gt;I predicted that there will be excess baggages so when we stopover in Singapore, we have to store some in the lockers at Changi Airport. If i continue to do more shopping, I can always ask my bestie to send my stuff when she or her colleagues have a Melbourne flight. If that fails, my cousin offered to deliver them through her logistic suppliers. Well I hope it doesn't reach to the desperate situation!&lt;br /&gt;Since the past two weeks, I had been dilgently spending less and worked more hours. Last week, I had worked six days, including the agency work. I was so darn exhausted that I couldn't enjoyed my social outings. With this week, I will be working five days. I thought to myself to work hard now because on January, majority of surgeons will be away on holidays and work will be dead quite and boring till middle of February. Hence, little work, less hours, less money. This month will be quite a challenge with the events of birthdays, Christmas and New Year's. Oh yeh, it will be a struggle to save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-2047789840538907345?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2047789840538907345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/confirmed-trip-2008-japan-tokyo-hakuba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2047789840538907345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/2047789840538907345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/12/confirmed-trip-2008-japan-tokyo-hakuba.html' title='Confirmed trip 2008: Japan- Tokyo &amp; Hakuba + Singapore'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R1T95PjUNMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/782WkW112HY/s72-c/getting_to_hakuba_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-930113023923015915</id><published>2007-11-24T09:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:20:52.256+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A thank you</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day of work for the week and I was feeling tired at the start of my AM shift. I've been doing alot of these shifts and had worn me out by the end of the day. I don't think I can ever get used to it, no matter how many years I've worked. On a thought, by mid Jan I'll be reaching my 6th year at Cabrini. Another four more years till long service leave. Geeze, this year has passed damn fast. Most of the times, I dreaded going to work and unmotivated AT work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings had somewhat changed yesterday when my associate manager personally thanked me for doing her job during her five weeks leave ( well, including her sick leave it was 8 weeks). I was then given with Ferrero Rocher chocolates. Her next question was brought to my attention "When you are going to apply for your CNS"? CNS is abbreviated as Clinical Nurse Specialist. I asked her when was the following one as I knew I'd missed this month. Clearly, it was Feb 2008. I told her that I will work towards it. I'm sure this time I'll get it as I previously attempted twice in my early years. I guess they thought I was too inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when I was asked to do every 2nd month of Sunday AM shift with in-charge role a month ago, I managed to get the hang of it especially after I did the managerial role. The role greatly had impacted on me and increased my knowledge. So when I look at the 2008 weekend template, I found I'll be still doing it throughout the year. At first, I didn't like the idea of working Sunday but it is the most quietest day and have a higher hourly pay rate. Ahhh..I need the money to achieve my goals- Japan holiday, property and a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-930113023923015915?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/930113023923015915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/930113023923015915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/930113023923015915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='A thank you'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3045390522448685006</id><published>2007-11-22T18:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:31:10.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My skin kept having breakouts, particularly along my cheek bone and neck. These caused from the time I did the mangerial role and with poor sleep and diet. It was awful that I needed facial treatment. Badly. I decided to take up the advice from D's mum from a place called Skin Alive, which situated on Auburn Rd, Hawthorn. I was seen by a specialist consultant who assessed and diagnosed my skin integrity. It was concluded that I had combination of dry, oily and sensitive. Great, I thought. My face was so screwed up that I desperately need treatment. Thankfully, there was such treatment and the process took over one hour and fifteen minutes. A special equipment from France was used in many forms. In my case, I need hydration in deeper skin so a pair of roller electrodes were rolled onto my skin. Next, a net cloth was placed on my face. The beautician used the wand and with circular motion rubbed all over the face. Apparently, the oxygen generated from the machine travelled through the wand. The oxygen supposely calm the skin or reduce the inflammation after the extraction part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end the treatment, I was given the most relaxing shoulder massage. I was very tensed but was greatly relieved afterwards. Finally, I got sucked into purchasing the correct kit, a brand from &lt;a href="http://www.cosmedix.com/product.php?pid=32&amp;amp;cid=5"&gt;Cosmedix&lt;/a&gt;. I rationlised myself that I'd invested many products from cheap to expensive, and I hadn't found the appropriate ones for my "aged" skin. I need to have the stupid substances like L-Retinol A and antioxidents, as well as the supplement of &lt;a href="http://www.mind1st.com/Omega369-benefits.asp"&gt;Omega 3-6-9&lt;/a&gt;. These are meant for anti-ageing and as you know, I reaching towards my 30's soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consultation including the facial took two hours and I walked out with over $300 bucks. Ah well, it really killed me financially but hey no harm in trying the products. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the 6th day since the facial. My skin improved dramatically, and even when I met up with my mum, she commented good feedbacks of my face. Personally, my breakouts stopped and my skin felt firmer and less sensitive. I routinely used the kit and the products really helped. The benefits of using Cosmedix can be referred to &lt;a href="http://www.advancedskin.com.au/FAQ.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Ironically, Cosmedix are from the States, not France. Ah well, if they work, why not eh? I'll review it again after a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135608366589067378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0VYmYwQwHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/N7sVht7ghf4/s400/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135608555567628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0VYxYwQwII/AAAAAAAAA2Y/AUj3kQ4IVt4/s400/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                          Machine from France for specialised treatments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3045390522448685006?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3045390522448685006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/skin-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3045390522448685006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3045390522448685006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/skin-alive.html' title='Skin Alive'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0VYmYwQwHI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/N7sVht7ghf4/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-3666584580786742222</id><published>2007-11-22T08:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:35:45.701+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food drinks'/><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To recap from last weekend, it was a hectic one, yet had enjoyable moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lui's Bday: Summajamz @ Billboards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeh.....another birthday at a club and the though of a club was like "it's going to be a boring one". However, the night turned out to be good and had a great time. The club reminded me how I used to go to raves every Friday. Ahhh..the good old days where I was always energetic. The music played in RnB room and dance room were good, not the repetitious mixed I constantly heard at some clubs. The guys, as usual, spent the night drinking, whilst D, Azuke and I drank AND taking snap shots with a Canon SLR. The drinks weren't all fantastic, especially drinking from a plastic cup. The beers I had weren't icy cold so I had to keep pouring the beer into a cup filled with ice, the S'porean way of drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The night ended around 4ish and as soon as we stepped outside, there were Vietnamese about to have a brawl and bouncers surrounding them. It's funny how things haven't changed over the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135424451794485250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0SxVIwQwAI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/q3I3nK5-5G0/s400/n534057063_442301_5411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                              Me, Azuke, bday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin Timberlake Sexyback Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started at 9pm and bombarded with a great, cool performance. D, me, Junie, Azuke sat on the Gold Lower, which viewed the entire stage. The choreography was fantastic and he danced so smoothly. I was amazed that he took 15mins break at 10pm and finished at 1115pm. From the past concerts I've been to- Black Eyed Pea and Jacky Cheung, they continued their performance without stopping and ended at midnight. Somehow, JT concert was kind of short and wasn't worth the money I've paid.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it was a memorable one and was glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135431431116341266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0S3rYwQwBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jh4YsOXZE7k/s400/Justin+Timberlake+Sexyback+Concert+17NOV07+(75)+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135431572850262050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0S3zowQwCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hIwpPJEg5Pg/s400/Justin+Timberlake+Sexyback+Concert+17NOV07+(30)+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135432161260781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0S4V4wQwDI/AAAAAAAAA1w/P6qfmTF5RPc/s400/Justin+Timberlake+Sexyback+Concert+17NOV07+(42)+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frankie's Birthday @ The Lion's Den &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After JT concert, we dropped by at Frankie's birthday, which was not too far from the city. Luckily, I had parked my car in the arvo at the Botanical Gardens 'coz I knew it will be difficult to hail a cab. It was located at Toorak and in a pub. The entire basement was booked out and had their own DJ. When we arrived, we were lucky to hear Frankie singing JT's song. Another favourite song was sang- NeYo "It's All Because of You". The drinking night began with the Jaguerbomb and leading towards flaming lambourgini. I cringed when I saw a row of them and was lucky I didn't have to have one. It took the bar attendants a good 15 minutes to prepare the drinks. I guess they either don't have enough supplies or they haven't done them for a long time. After all, it is a pub. As for me, I remained sober as I had to start work at 7am the next day. We left at 2am and surpringsly D wasn't drunk and felt fine. Gawd, he 's a hardcore drinker. Aren't you baby?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135438341718720610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0S99owQwGI/AAAAAAAAA2I/zfoLNn_caM8/s400/Frankie+Chen+30th+Bday+17NOV07+(8)+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                Flaming Lambourgini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135433265067376722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0S5WIwQwFI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ygssLtqwLpI/s400/n674381058_432241_2104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                   Fren, Me, Frankie, Hap, D, Azuke, Warren &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-3666584580786742222?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3666584580786742222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3666584580786742222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/3666584580786742222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0SxVIwQwAI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/q3I3nK5-5G0/s72-c/n534057063_442301_5411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36741024.post-7215534876538707898</id><published>2007-11-15T18:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:53:48.837+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Normal</title><content type='html'>I enjoy my normal hours and routines from work and social life. Last month, I was agreed to do the managerial role for five weeks whilst my colleague was happily getting married and having her honeymoon. During the period,  it was hardwork and challenging.  Being in the upper hand, it was amazing to see how your fellow colleagues behaved towards you. I was always the main target when there were problems. They seemed to push the responsiblities onto me since it was claimed that it was part of my role. The worst things were their whinges and bitchiness. Gosh they were unbearable. It was ironic how I had the supports from the people who were in management and complaints from those who weren't. Every of my breaks, lunch, toilet break were interrupted with constant phone calls. Note that I had to carry hospital phone for convenience. Oh yeh....so useful that they take the advantages of me doing everything for them. It was defintely a learning experience having to organise the rosters and staff allocations, a constant communication interaction with the surgeons and to develop "thick skin" when politics arise. I must admit that I am NOT a morning person. Those five weeks, I had to wake up at 6am everyday and by 930pm I would be falling asleep. The daily stress I encountered really took alot out of me and I knew from that point I wasn't happy. But it was only a temporary position and I knew that this would pass very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Surpringsly, my colleague supposely to return on the 6th week called in sickies. From three days of sickies to the extension of a week. Followed by the long Melb Cup weekend she had days off and took further few days of family leave. In total, she took seven weeks of mixed leave. The first day she resumed to work, my manager was unhappy and had a long talk with her. She was told that these kind of leaves should be reported soley to her, not others who were in charge for the day.&lt;br /&gt;This week was a great feeling at work, not having to stress about things because now I am just a normal employee. It is not my job anymore, however I do feel for her and understand her role. On a brighter side, I managed to achieve good feebacks of my performance from other managers, which they themselves are the biggest biatches. It is remarkable how difficult people can give in, if you give your all and do your best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36741024-7215534876538707898?l=wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7215534876538707898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/normal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7215534876538707898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36741024/posts/default/7215534876538707898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuteveritwillbe.blogspot.com/2007/11/normal.html' title='Normal'/><author><name>mIcHeLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00837149950402042214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_soRWc_9Fc1M/R0Qop4wQveI/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBOD_ZeqA9I/s400/n534057063_442283_712.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
