<?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-1850047391022175780</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:48:03.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Pommier</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-6883224121398115348</id><published>2009-12-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:15:32.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative + Jealous People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently I have encountered negative aura from my surroundings. I have to admit that these people have, in some ways, managed to interrupt my normal life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my friend was telling me that her friend was a very pessimistic person. She said she found it hard to deal with such people. I told her that if I had been her, I would have just ignored that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the time has come that I shall execute what I have said. It turns out that it is ~voila!~ easier to be said than done. &gt;.&lt;  Trying to solve these complicated problem, I tried to google and found that: Yes! The ultimate way to get out of this problem is just to ignore that negative plus jealous person right in front of his/her face!  I have tried this strategy once and it worked succesfully! Thank God! ^^  I have read an article and believe that negative and jealous person are insecure. They keep channeling the depressing aura to you verbally usually because you simply have something that they don't have. That's why they try to bring you down.  I usually try to smile or reply their sarcastic remarks politely but now; no more baby! Get the f*ck out of my life and get your own life! And oh by the way I am not a saint. I am just normal people so please forgive me if I don't behave as sweet as I usually do. Until then, just talk to your own hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; jang~     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-6883224121398115348?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/6883224121398115348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/12/negative-jealous-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/6883224121398115348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/6883224121398115348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/12/negative-jealous-people.html' title='Negative + Jealous People'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-8132096551501150142</id><published>2009-11-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:16:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful..</title><content type='html'>Be careful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't intentionally hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around will come around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-8132096551501150142?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/8132096551501150142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-careful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/8132096551501150142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/8132096551501150142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-careful.html' title='Be careful..'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-3769068844391268398</id><published>2009-11-13T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:29:41.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o'</title><content type='html'>I have worked too hard I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am in the state where my eyes can close to sleep anytime at anywhere be it office, mrt, restaurant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to cook, iron my clothes, tidy up my table. I just wake up, shower, go to work and come back home late at night, shower, eat something if there is food, play internet, watch some movies until 3 am and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I guess I should change my lifestyle, I also like it. I don't know why, I just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise myself that tonight, I am gonna have a good sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday yoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get back to work. They don't pay me to blog. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-3769068844391268398?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/3769068844391268398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/0o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3769068844391268398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3769068844391268398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/0o.html' title='0_o&apos;'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-3060318159511665061</id><published>2009-11-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:02:46.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention: Genius at work. Apology for the awesomeness caused.</title><content type='html'>I just watched Michael Jackson's This Is It with my siblings and a friend. One word to describe this movie: AWESOME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was totally amazing. He was a genius. When he heard music, he felt it with his mind and body and soul. Afterwards, he just came up with some cool ideas on how to dance to follow the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I said: awesome..awesome..awesome.. mannnn *perhaps for more than 10 times during the movie screening LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aspects of what could have been the greatest concert on the planet in the history of mankind were perfectly created and accomplished. You could learn that MJ was a perfectionist. He was a true legend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot of lessons from this man. Michael, thanks for sharing your music, dance, life, dream,  and everything to us. You are my inspiration and forever will be one. God bless you always, dear Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side story: My friend and I were late for the movie and were at the wrong level of the cinema building. Feeling nervous of losing great moments of MJ, we took backdoor stairs from level 4 to level 6. In fact, we were lost! Thanks God, one officer found us and gave us instruction to reach to the hall we were looking for. Unfortunately, another officer came and prohibited us from taking the goods lift and asked us to go back to the main area and take the passenger lift. When they left, I stared at my friend and pressed the lift button as if I was saying: "Who on earth would follow his instruction?? This is Michael MOTHERFREAKING Jackson movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally, we found the hall. But, I needed to pass one ticket to my sister who was outside. When I found the cinema hall, my sisters were just  a few metres away from me but unable to enter since she did not hold the ticket. I approached them and passed my tickets to the attendant. The attendant girl was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;And since there were 4 tickets but only 3 people in front of her, I told her: My friend is already inside. She was like: (wtf)...okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very anxious to arrive at the hall as soon as we could and did not find this moment funny. But when we finished watching the movie, my sisters and I laughed until we got the stomachache. My sisters said to me: Ok, next time you don't need to buy any ticket since you already knew the way to get to the cinema hall from the backdoor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-3060318159511665061?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/3060318159511665061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-genius-at-work-apology-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3060318159511665061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3060318159511665061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-genius-at-work-apology-for.html' title='Attention: Genius at work. Apology for the awesomeness caused.'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-7361495911730701651</id><published>2009-10-31T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:58:06.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2009 has come!</title><content type='html'>Yes! November has come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to pass this special month before I go for a break (or rather an escape) on December. Early next year, I am gonna start my work as a full-time graduate trainee in this tiny little country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit emotional, a little bit emotional on this side, but if someone asks me: "How are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;I am still gonna answer: "Very well!"&lt;br /&gt;*lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of things to do on this 11th month of the year and have some appointments with folks whom I have not met like ages. Thus, I expect that I will be very busy yet 'happy' during this period. Afterall, life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, November, I promise you, I will conquer you. Be friendly with me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the good things in our life, cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-7361495911730701651?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/7361495911730701651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/november-2009-has-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/7361495911730701651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/7361495911730701651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/november-2009-has-come.html' title='November 2009 has come!'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-15554218096606992</id><published>2009-10-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:15:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mei-Chan and Aoi-Chan.. :)</title><content type='html'>It was a tiring and gloomy day that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I tried to follow advice no 43 from Grandma Regina (refer to my previous post), I showed up in the restaurant I have been working at since a couple of months ago. In fact, I didn't have the right to be absent as I was responsible to fulfill my duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned in the Alfresco area (a.k.a: outdoor area) alone. There were not too many customers that night and the weather was unusually not hot so I was a little bit relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first good thing that happened was that Michael Jackson's Billie Jean song was played loudly at the bar next to our restaurant. I smiled when I was hearing it. It was just perfect. I chatted with some customers and got the chance to practice my Japanese for some time since one Japanese gentleman talked to me in his native language. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 p.m., a Japanese couple with  their daughters came down and decided to be seated in my area. When I looked at the babies, whom I thought should have been around 1 and 2 years old respectively, I was like: WOWWW..! Kawaiidesu! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies were just so cute that I could not resist the temptation to look at them all the time while I should have paid attention equally to all of the customers hahaha. I approached the younger and played my face expression and surprisingly she liked it! She smiled and laughed. I could see her eyes following me when I walked around to serve other customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the parents were done with their meals and the payment, my colleagues and I were busy approaching them only to play with the babies hahaha. The elder made an effort to tell me her younger sister's name. She pointed out at her and said softly: Aoi-Chan~&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God..! Absolute cuteness ever on earth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further asked her: Onamaewa nandesuka (What's your name?)&lt;br /&gt;She replied: Mei-Chan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just melted. Life is beautiful. Thanks Mei-Chan,  thanks Aoi-Chan, you made my day.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-15554218096606992?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/15554218096606992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-mei-chan-and-aoi-chan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/15554218096606992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/15554218096606992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-mei-chan-and-aoi-chan.html' title='Thanks Mei-Chan and Aoi-Chan.. :)'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-441545602857126140</id><published>2009-10-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:32:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I happened to see this note on Facebook and would like to share it with you guys. Currently, I am feeling a little blue and I really wish this note would help me recover in one way and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons that life taught me. It is the most-requested column I’ve ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s,we’d grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-441545602857126140?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/441545602857126140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-lessons-written-by-regina-brett-90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/441545602857126140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/441545602857126140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-lessons-written-by-regina-brett-90.html' title='Life lessons written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio.'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-3370720730386821802</id><published>2009-10-08T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:51:08.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>My life...benernya menurut gw idup gw itu datar-datar aja..nothing's special about me except that gw dateng dari keluarga keturunan hokkien yang beranggotakan ayah, ibu dan 9 anak perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 anak cewe itu buanyak banget ya keliatannya..gw aja bingung..biasanya kalo orang tau reaksi nya sama (dan gw dah hapal) : hah? what?! 9 sodara???!!! semua dari 1 ibu ya? (MAKSUD ELO BOKAP GW POLIGAMI APA?! daSarrrr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus second line after I tell them my siblings are all girls: HAAHH?!! Gilaaaa kok bisaaaa?? pasti nyokap bokap lo pengen anak cowo yaa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah jadi idup gw tuh plain-plain aja, normal-normal aja..dan gw sendiri cenderung cuek ama keadaan sekitar gw..so jadilah idup gw tambah plain, bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gw lagi di kamar gw di Pearl Bank Apartments, deket Outram Park MRT, daerah yang sangat strategis di Sg. Thanks God gw stay di sini karena gampang ke mana-mana. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus gw masi apply2 kerja karena gw dah lulus dari kuliah July maren..(benernya udah 3 minggu gw ga apply2 kerja hahhaha, udah males rasanya)..Gw kerja part time 2 biji: di broker firm dan di resto dan gw enjoy la ..so far so good.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren gw baru aja dapet second round interview di sebuah perusahaan tapi dah gw tolak karena gw rasa gw ga sanggup untuk menjalankan kerjaannya biarpun gaji gede... tar kasian juga company nya hire orang kayak gw..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw masi nunggu 2nd round interview sebuah company laen..nah yang ini keknya gw pengen banget neh,..hehe wish me luck yo..tar gw update lagi la kalo dah lewat interview nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw masi ada 1 pending interview lagi dengan MOE..maren gw disuruh submit essay, gw dah submit..ya see how la bagaimana..dapet ga dapet ya gapapa..nyante aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain dari itu gw suka jalan2 sendirian di kota huehuehue..dan makan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw seh kayaknya berry2 home person banget deh soale gw suka aja duduk, ntn movie, tidur, sante2, baca2, maskeran...bagi gw itu adalah my luxury time.. hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di hari Minggu gw ke gereja *ciee sok2 rajin padahal juga suka ga bangun HUAHAUHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;trus abis dari gereja gw ngajar di gereja juga..ngajar bahasa inggris untuk para TKW Indo yang berada di Sg,,nah gw suka dengan teaching ini soale tkw2 nya polos2 ..lugu2..dan gw bisa dapet temen baru hehe..(ada yang tertarik untuk mengajar pelajaran ke tkw? hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya tiap Kamis gw renang di NTU Alumni Club di Buona Vista,,gw suka berenang,,,rasanya adem aja kalo berendam di air hehehehe...jadi kalo ada yang mau berenang bareng gw , kasitau yah..tar bareng gw deh..gw bisa ajak 2 temen bareng gw renang free..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di malem hari gw chatting ama temen2 di MSN, gosip2 ama si tante R, curhat2 ama temen juga, trus maen game hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie deh friends. segitu aja deh,, gw mau back to work, ada sedikit kerjaan translation yang harus gw selesaikan.Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mohon maap bahasanya campur2..ni gara2 pergaulan yang tidak baik di Singapore..next time gw bikin yang bahasa baku deh hohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-3370720730386821802?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/3370720730386821802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3370720730386821802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/3370720730386821802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850047391022175780.post-6646695021041703692</id><published>2009-10-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:02:38.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Pommier..</title><content type='html'>Ini adalah posting pertama gw. Iseng aja mau mulai ngeblog, pengen bisa pinter nulis dan bercerita huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..ku lagi denger Beyonce menyanyikan Silent Night...indah sekali suaranya..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada yang bertanya-tanya kok nama blog ku Mon Pommier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan aku pernah belajar bahasa Perancis 1 level doang pas aku kuliah dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sana ada kata Mon Pommier yang artinya Pohon Apelku..jadi gw terinspirasi ama ni kata karena kedengerannya keren dan artinya dalem huehue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pengen supaya blogku ini seperti Pohon Apel...menghasilkan apel-apel yang enak, sehat dan bergizi bagi para penikmatnya...Namun apelnya bukan buah apel beneran, tapi buah pemikiran yang gw tuangkan ke dalam blog ini hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila beberapa apel (= postingan2ku) ini tidak terpetik dan termakan oleh pembaca sekalian ya tidak apa-apa juga. Biarkan tuh apel jatuh ke tanah seperti katanya Newton Gravity Law *paan seh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sekian dulu tuk perkenalan. Next time gw mulai tulis yang lebih baik lagi struktur dan kosa katanya dan mudah-mudahan gw bisa nulis dalam berbagai bahasa. Okie, gw dah ngantuk, mau tidur dulu..^^ Oyasuminasai minasan...and thanks for spending your time here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1850047391022175780-6646695021041703692?l=shirubiashilv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/feeds/6646695021041703692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/mon-pommier.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/6646695021041703692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1850047391022175780/posts/default/6646695021041703692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirubiashilv.blogspot.com/2009/10/mon-pommier.html' title='Mon Pommier..'/><author><name>Shilv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134511437748736195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qW8jWxe5bdw/SszL5X40tuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D7Mwgkd74BA/S220/shirubi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
