<?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-7901953</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:47:35.335+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality: the aftertaste</title><subtitle type='html'>tastes like wonderland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1583</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-593926758834397856</id><published>2007-03-06T16:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:24:05.941+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally to Kyushu</title><content type='html'>During my 2 years in Japan I never quite made it to Kyushu. So this time round I was determined to get there, even if it was just to visit one city. I had bought myself a Japan Rail Pass so I made sure I was going to use it as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have a plan. I just knew I wanted to go to Beppu and visit as many onsens as I could. Luckily for me Lisa hooked me up with her host family in Beppu over our okonomiyaki dinner and voila - I had a lovely host family to stay with and show me around their hometown. Thanks so much Lisa - I owe you big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets trains are so convenient and before I knew it I was in Beppu - &lt;em&gt;'the Las Vegas of spa resort towns, a place where bad taste is almost a requisite.' - Lonely Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the station and made a call to Michiko who said her son, Roman would meet me at the station. Not knowing what he looked like and him not knowing what I looked like was our small dilemma but fortunately I didn't have to go around asking random strangers and we eventually found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173798772894276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R80Gkm23G9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ejNJ_Vk5USk/s320/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to a nearby hotel for a delicious Japanese bento style lunch followed by a nice soak in the hotel's own onsen. Being in the middle of the day I had the whole hotel onsen to myself (the womens' one). It was massive with lots of different pools and a spacious outdoor one surround by beautifully manicured gardens. It was the perfect way to relax after the train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then met Michiko at the Beppu Art Museum to pick her up after work and headed to the local grocery store to get ingredients for dinner - homemade gyoza. After being introduced to the family and settling in, I helped Michiko and Obachan prepare dinner. As I rolled out the gyoza skin and made the little dumplings with my hands and face dusted with flour, I understood why homestay is the best way to experience a new culture - the homecooked food, the dynamics between family members, the little touches that make a house into a home in another country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173798309037808578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R80GJm23G8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/buxA2dMCxUU/s320/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michiko's daughter was also visiting from Tokyo so it was a bit of a family reunion. After dinner we headed out to another local onsen and then called it a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173797084972129202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R80FCW23G7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/onnc6HwlWHs/s320/IMG_2131.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/7901953-593926758834397856?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/593926758834397856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=593926758834397856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/593926758834397856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/593926758834397856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-to-kyushu.html' title='Finally to Kyushu'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R80Gkm23G9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ejNJ_Vk5USk/s72-c/IMG_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7669035592342810271</id><published>2007-03-05T17:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:33:52.482+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Appointments</title><content type='html'>Today I headed back to Maiko High School to catch up properly with some of the teachers. They took me out to &lt;em&gt;Adzuki-an&lt;/em&gt; again and it was so nice to be back there in that little shop eating simple but delicious home-style cooking. The gyoza and harumaki were tasty as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I met up with Kawatobi-sensei at Tarumi station and took her to &lt;em&gt;Malibu&lt;/em&gt; for some cherry pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You really miss Japan, don't you? &lt;/em&gt;She could read me like a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e-0e09TxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6auYbC00Z_I/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172312505895964434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e-0e09TxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6auYbC00Z_I/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening was booked out with Makoto and Kiyoko. We met up in Sannomiya and they took me out for &lt;em&gt;chanko nabe&lt;/em&gt; (Japanese style steam boat but famous for being sumo wrestlers' choice of food). Perfect for cold nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the chanko nabe place in the same building as The Hub. I'd never really noticed it before although I'd been to The Hub heaps of times but I guess that's why it's best to eat out with the locals. The place had picutres of sumo wrestlers printed on the noren and tatami mat style seating. They put a big pot of stock (ours was a tasty gobo stock) in the middle of the table above a gas stove and you cook your noodles, prawns, meats, vegies, mushrooms and what have you in front of you. Needless to say we were so stuffed but not quite sumo status. I was probably 3 months preggers stage I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e-Ke09TwI/AAAAAAAAAfc/J8aYotcSiMg/s1600-h/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172311784341458690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e-Ke09TwI/AAAAAAAAAfc/J8aYotcSiMg/s320/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e9n-09TvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SlMFFk6cdfc/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172311191635971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e9n-09TvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SlMFFk6cdfc/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to catch up with them and apparently they were in the news recently. They had gone hiking in the mountains somewhere in Nagano and got lost in the snow and were lost for a few days!!! Fortunately they had their hiking backpacks and survived on biscuits and chocolate and made shelter for themselves. Their parents were crazy worried and even travelled to Nagano to find them and thought they were dead. In true movie style Makoto tried calling the police to tell them they were lost but his phone batteries died. Eventually they stumbled upon some ski lift poles and followed them back to safety. It was so funny having them explain that to me in English and they were so embarrassed for all the worry they had caused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e9CO09TuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xEbm29-khHk/s1600-h/IMG_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172310543095910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e9CO09TuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xEbm29-khHk/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't resist &lt;em&gt;kuro goma ice&lt;/em&gt; - black sesame icecream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7669035592342810271?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7669035592342810271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7669035592342810271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7669035592342810271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7669035592342810271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/eating-appointments.html' title='Eating Appointments'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/R8e-0e09TxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6auYbC00Z_I/s72-c/IMG_2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8961176500748871591</id><published>2007-03-04T21:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:12:40.202+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships in broken English/Japanese</title><content type='html'>Megumi invited me out to lunch in her neighbourhood. She took me to a small okonomiyaki shop which was run by her friend. I had the 'works' and it was so tasty and filling. I miss eating okonomiyaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXlDQutPtI/AAAAAAAAAek/AC1ixCjkQFw/s1600-h/IMG_2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126755595024416466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXlDQutPtI/AAAAAAAAAek/AC1ixCjkQFw/s320/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Katsu's house where GUPi were having a practise session. Koichi didn't know I was going to be there and he was so surprised. The look on his face was simply classic. Talking and laughing with them really made me miss their friendship. They were like my adoptive aunties and uncles in Japan and they always took care of me. They reminded me of the simple joys in life that I often overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXkMAutPsI/AAAAAAAAAec/R2TsZGOC77U/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126754645836644034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXkMAutPsI/AAAAAAAAAec/R2TsZGOC77U/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megumi invited me back to her house where I met her husband and their beloved schnauzer. They were so kind enough to drive me back into the city (via the scenic Rokko Island route) so I could meet up with my exchange friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXgpAutPrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G-wUOfchl5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126750746006339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXgpAutPrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/G-wUOfchl5Y/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chieko is the best. She had already organised with the gang to meet up for dinner for me. Mecha arigatou Chi-chan! Keita wanted to take us to this Thai place but it was closed that night. Not to be outdone he took us to this awesome little izakaya which specialises in yuzu (a little citrus fruit like a cross between a lime or mandarin or grapefruit). Every dish had yuzu used in it and the was a range of yuzu beer, wine and desserts. It was such a fun night and even though I struggled with my Japanese it was still great just hanging out as mates do, even though we come from different backgrounds. During my time in Japan I found hanging out with Japanese friends was the best way to improve my Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXfDQutPqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/__FAHcCcQYw/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126748997954649762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXfDQutPqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/__FAHcCcQYw/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keita proving to me that his keitai was waterproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXdlAutPpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b6BnM_WDLvQ/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126747378751979154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXdlAutPpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b6BnM_WDLvQ/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuzu creme brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXcyQutPoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vhZjiil2no8/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126746506873618050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXcyQutPoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vhZjiil2no8/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate berry cake - can't remember if this had yuzu in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXbdgutPnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oBYFrqY6gD0/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126745050879704690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXbdgutPnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oBYFrqY6gD0/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nanako, Chieko, me, Keita &amp;amp; Gouhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo arigatou! m(_ _)m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8961176500748871591?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8961176500748871591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8961176500748871591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8961176500748871591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8961176500748871591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendships-in-broken-englishjapanese.html' title='Friendships in broken English/Japanese'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RyXlDQutPtI/AAAAAAAAAek/AC1ixCjkQFw/s72-c/IMG_2095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-9027721639721188983</id><published>2007-03-03T21:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:00:34.465+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly faces</title><content type='html'>Today I headed into Sanners and met up with Leigh and Alison. It was great to see them again and catch up with the JET/Gak goss. I didn't have any plans I just wanted to hang out. We went for lunch at what used to be Lois Cafe. I can't remember it's new name but the menu and decor is still pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115977986725633042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-a35F_3BI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZhuESnRr_lc/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-bVJF_3CI/AAAAAAAAAdg/coOVmWfVALE/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115978489236806690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-bVJF_3CI/AAAAAAAAAdg/coOVmWfVALE/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-acZF_3AI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5mBzOrEq524/s1600-h/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115977514279230466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-acZF_3AI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5mBzOrEq524/s320/IMG_2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I headed back to Tarumi for dinner with my ex-neighbours. Both neighbours have since moved into new apartments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115978888668765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-bsZF_3DI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0HO7LQUPzhs/s320/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always Noriko cooked up a delicious spread. It was also the first time I saw their new baby girl. I was surprised the two little boys Shuhei and Jamie remembered me. I had actually bumped into Kanako and Jamie at the store a few days before and he had recognised me first then told Kanako I was in the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-aB5F_2_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EWIgB3yCeeI/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115977059012697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-aB5F_2_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EWIgB3yCeeI/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-Zc5F_2-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/O6algKbnWeA/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115976423357537250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-Zc5F_2-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/O6algKbnWeA/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-YtpF_29I/AAAAAAAAAc4/NSXVYk-6iYc/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115975611608718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-YtpF_29I/AAAAAAAAAc4/NSXVYk-6iYc/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-XiZF_28I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Op_IWZNFeKg/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115974318823562178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-XiZF_28I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Op_IWZNFeKg/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby rocker is amazing. You can set the speed and let it put your baby to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-XDZF_27I/AAAAAAAAAco/pWfJOfW51Zs/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115973786247617458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-XDZF_27I/AAAAAAAAAco/pWfJOfW51Zs/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yusuke is a keen fisherman and he makes his own lures. By hand. How awesome do they look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-9027721639721188983?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/9027721639721188983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=9027721639721188983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/9027721639721188983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/9027721639721188983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/friendly-faces.html' title='Friendly faces'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rv-a35F_3BI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZhuESnRr_lc/s72-c/IMG_2081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-331918228686100748</id><published>2007-03-02T10:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:21:50.272+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Today I organised to meet up with an English teacher who works part-time at Maiko. Her English is really good and we became good friends while I was in Japan. When I returned to Perth I found out that her husband recently died in a road accident. It was so shocking and I really wanted to see her during my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me to a new cafe in the new, green building 'Mint Kobe'. We had tea and dessert while we talked and teared together. She is such a kind-hearted, thoughtful and strong woman. I also found out that a few months before her husband's death, her mum passed away after a long fight with cancer. She also has three teenage boys to raise up. I had met her family once when she invited me over to her house for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the topic of death quite hard to talk about and upsetting but she was very calm and at peace with everything. She told me how she felt, the stages of emotions, what she experienced and how she looked forward to a good future with her sons, knowing that her husband was 'looking down on her'. I really admired her strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvR1pDyX57I/AAAAAAAAAcY/0MAd-f_AULg/s1600-h/IMG_2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112840825224030130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvR1pDyX57I/AAAAAAAAAcY/0MAd-f_AULg/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They looked exactly like the plastic displays ones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the evening I met up with Noel in Umeda. He moved to Osaka and is working for a private English company. It was good to catch up with him and find what he's been up to after JET and still living in Japan. We went to an izakaya place called Unoya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvR0JjyX55I/AAAAAAAAAcI/8fZr2OB-tUQ/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112839184546523026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvR0JjyX55I/AAAAAAAAAcI/8fZr2OB-tUQ/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry creme brulee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvRzOTyX53I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ghZ6W04-oX4/s1600-h/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112838166639273842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvRzOTyX53I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ghZ6W04-oX4/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry daifuku shaped like a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry Noel, forgot to take a photo of you. Thanks for taking the time to catch up with me. So glad you're still enjoying life in Japan and it's always a pleasure hanging out with you.&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/7901953-331918228686100748?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/331918228686100748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=331918228686100748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/331918228686100748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/331918228686100748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvR1pDyX57I/AAAAAAAAAcY/0MAd-f_AULg/s72-c/IMG_2068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-466451769639463547</id><published>2007-03-01T19:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:29:48.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'>USJ</title><content type='html'>During my time in Japan I never really had the desire to go to Universal Studios Japan or Tokyo Disneyland. The thought of lining up for ages, crowds and over priced meals and omiyage doesn't quite appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Cheryl told me she was going to USJ with some teachers for the day, I thought it was the perfect excuse to go. Especially with Cheryl since she's the USJ pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOlHDyX52I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lJ8f0hOfq2g/s1600-h/IMG_2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112611542689900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOlHDyX52I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lJ8f0hOfq2g/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I had a really good time. The Spiderman ride was awesome. It was AMAZING! I can't explain it, you just have to try it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOkFzyX50I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Roe4t3tuQlk/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112610421703436098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOkFzyX50I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Roe4t3tuQlk/s320/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOjoTyX5zI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vSlP19MRVf4/s1600-h/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112609914897295154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOjoTyX5zI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vSlP19MRVf4/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOjPDyX5yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OywxQ1FoTI4/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112609481105598242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOjPDyX5yI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OywxQ1FoTI4/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOipTyX5xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X75NIXs0mnc/s1600-h/IMG_2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112608832565536530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOipTyX5xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X75NIXs0mnc/s320/IMG_2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Jurassic Park ride was pretty amusing too but I so wasn't ready for the plunge at the end. I didn't think it was going to be such a steep drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOhgTyX5vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nx_UV9XwxhA/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112607578435086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOhgTyX5vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nx_UV9XwxhA/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also went on the ET ride, saw the Shrek show, Backdraft and the Back to the Future ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOg6jyX5uI/AAAAAAAAAa0/J_0obKL4tbY/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112606929895024354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOg6jyX5uI/AAAAAAAAAa0/J_0obKL4tbY/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOgBjyX5tI/AAAAAAAAAas/1g-SOwYpcMM/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112605950642480850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOgBjyX5tI/AAAAAAAAAas/1g-SOwYpcMM/s320/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOftjyX5sI/AAAAAAAAAak/vuRC4YkY4O0/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112605607045097154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOftjyX5sI/AAAAAAAAAak/vuRC4YkY4O0/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheryl had work and marking to do so I headed to Akashi to the Okonomiyaki Dojo to meet up with Lisa for dinner. Thanks babe - so good to see you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOeOjyX5rI/AAAAAAAAAac/K4tU9-0sgLg/s1600-h/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603974957524658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOeOjyX5rI/AAAAAAAAAac/K4tU9-0sgLg/s320/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa the okonomiyaki master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOdajyX5pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_T2Nzxbwnnw/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603081604327058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOdajyX5pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_T2Nzxbwnnw/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My okonomiyaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-466451769639463547?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/466451769639463547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=466451769639463547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/466451769639463547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/466451769639463547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/03/usj.html' title='USJ'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RvOlHDyX52I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lJ8f0hOfq2g/s72-c/IMG_2041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-2060164558167752752</id><published>2007-02-28T19:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:22:21.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>It was like my first day at Maiko. I was excited but also a little nervous. I caught a taxi to school and this time entered through the visitors' entrance and waved to the office ladies at the front. They were so cute. &lt;em&gt;Kurisu! Hei??&lt;/em&gt; I don't think anyone but a few teachers and the principal knew I was coming. They took me into their office and brought me hot tea. I was so overwhelmed I couldn't help but give them hugs. Especially the lady who always helped me when I came into the office. It was so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ventured into the staffroom and I could feel the tears again. I was just so happy to be there. Many of the teachers were so surprised and Koucho-sensei made me do a speech. I also finally got to meet Kara, my successor. She's also from Perth and it was so good to chat to her and talk about the good and bad things about our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduations ceremony was like every other graduation ceremony but it was so funny to see all my kids again and she how much they've grown and changed. I took heaps of photos and chatted to the graduating students to see what they were going to do after school. It made me feel so proud when they told me they had passed their exams and were going to study English in college so they could travel abroad and speak English fluently. Some even wanted to be English teachers! I remember before I left Japan I taught a lesson about 'What I want to do after I finish high school' and they had to do an English oral presentation about their goals and future aspirations, and now it was really happening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an amazing feeling. As corny as it sounds, it was so satisfying to know that I had a real positive influence on them and that I was able to do my job and help in the development of these kids. Hearing English coming from their mouths and seeing their smiling faces, being thanked by them and even their parents for helping teach them English and taking the time to tutor them after school was rewarding enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupiOvjiMLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5XoMj8p-q38/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110004732628447410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupiOvjiMLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5XoMj8p-q38/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RuphvfjiMKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MWol5OPd0Dw/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110004195757535394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RuphvfjiMKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MWol5OPd0Dw/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RuphJvjiMJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oSdl4HZkNp8/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110003547217473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RuphJvjiMJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oSdl4HZkNp8/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rupf_vjiMII/AAAAAAAAAYU/8VuKoJMdpMo/s1600-h/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110002275907154050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rupf_vjiMII/AAAAAAAAAYU/8VuKoJMdpMo/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupfmfjiMHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EsT2c8aQD4Y/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110001842115457138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupfmfjiMHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EsT2c8aQD4Y/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupfO_jiMGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aGRDkAqZCjs/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110001438388531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupfO_jiMGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aGRDkAqZCjs/s320/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupedPjiMFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/i90F5g-khv8/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110000583690039378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupedPjiMFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/i90F5g-khv8/s320/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110011978238275794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rupo0fjiMNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DGf8e-ht0CU/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even given my own special bento lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I nearly spent the whole day at Maiko. Even though my Japanese was appalling, I spent time talking to all the teachers and catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the way back I dropped by the grocery store to buy some stuff to make dinner. I was so surprised when I bumped into Mika-san! (the lady I would meet on the bus or walking on my way to and from school) It was so lovely to see her and I was so glad I had the change to meet her again because I had forgotten to get her contact details when I left last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All my other nights had been more or less booked up and so I decided to cook dinner for Cheryl since she was equally as busy. Chicken and corn soup is one of my comfort foods and hot soup is perfect for Japanese winters. We chatted, we ate, we laughed and then she told me about a new onsen opened up next to Porto Bazar. A new onsen in my own (ex)neighbourhood! It was decided and off we went. It's similar to Tatsu no yu at Asagiri station, as in it has a nice outdoor onsen which has a nice night view of the Akashi Bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh* I miss onsens. Ain't nothing better than getting naked, squeaky clean and then soaking in hot baths under a clear night...then buying a milk drink from the high-tech vending machines and dropping by Mister Donut or the 7/11 for snacks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-2060164558167752752?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2060164558167752752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=2060164558167752752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/2060164558167752752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/2060164558167752752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupiOvjiMLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5XoMj8p-q38/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-5902721257595603619</id><published>2007-02-27T18:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:08:55.157+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Wonderland</title><content type='html'>My name is Christine and I’m a Japanoholic. It’s been 6 months since my last taste and I still can’t get it out of my system. I’ve tried going cold-turkey and blocking it out of my mind but everything I do and see reminds me of Japan and what I miss about it. The smells, the colours, the smiles, the efficiency, the service, the food – the everything. I can’t even look through my photos without tears starting in my eyes. I hate not being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember crying all the way home in the car when I came back in August. I never thought I’d be someone who would get depressed. &lt;em&gt;How can someone get depressed? It’s an emotional thing. Depression is for losers.&lt;/em&gt; Well turns out I’m the biggest loser of them all, with a capital L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perth is simply depressing. Yes, this city is beautiful with nice weather and a wide, starry sky each night but it has nothing on Japan. Housing prices have gone ridiculous and I’ll probably have to live at home till I’m 50 before I can afford my own place, public transport is unreliable and inefficient (not to mention dirty and leaky), stores close before the sun sets, good service is a rarity and you’ll be lucky if you find a good restaurant open after 9pm on a week night. Gasp! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the best company either. I feel sorry for Brendon, my family and friends who had to put up with my sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to get out, go back and get some closure. So I booked a plane ticket back to Japan for a two week ‘therapy’ session. The timing was perfect as it coincided with my students’ graduation ceremony. These students were my 1st year high school students when I first started working in Japan and now they were graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited I couldn’t wait to get on that plane. I arrived in Osaka early in the morning and made my way to Cheryl’s place. Everything was so familiar yet it felt strange. It was so good to be ‘home’ but I realised my Japanese had deteriorated fast. I’d never felt so excited to get on that JR train to Tarumi. I had a shower and a nap back at Cheryl’s place before heading into Tarumi to get reacquainted with my Japanese neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109998612300050482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupcqfjiMDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/txv2FWhxHm0/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a new shop that opened up down the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see Cheryl again and catch up with what’s been happening in the last 6 months. First thing on my list with Cheryl was to head to our beloved local Thai/Viet restaurant for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109999376804229186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupdW_jiMEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0hQhGMQdbnI/s320/IMG_1995.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/7901953-5902721257595603619?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5902721257595603619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=5902721257595603619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5902721257595603619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5902721257595603619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-wonderland.html' title='Back to Wonderland'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RupcqfjiMDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/txv2FWhxHm0/s72-c/IMG_1993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-411043802618591692</id><published>2007-02-23T19:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:39:39.405+09:00</updated><title type='text'>JETAA Quiz Night</title><content type='html'>A few of us joined forces to form Team Shichi for the JETAA Quiz Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't win but we got some nice goodies, especially my bottle of shochu for my red origami kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsggJMqxofI/AAAAAAAAAXk/psdnKmyIcWM/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100361920388637170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsggJMqxofI/AAAAAAAAAXk/psdnKmyIcWM/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7901953-411043802618591692?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/411043802618591692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=411043802618591692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/411043802618591692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/411043802618591692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/jetaa-quiz-night.html' title='JETAA Quiz Night'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsggJMqxofI/AAAAAAAAAXk/psdnKmyIcWM/s72-c/IMG_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8209525384166190832</id><published>2007-02-21T18:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:44:43.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy afternoons</title><content type='html'>Soaring a kite high into the sky is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgS0cqxocI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DLbc7jZ5hsI/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347270255190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgS0cqxocI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DLbc7jZ5hsI/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100358321206043090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rsgc3sqxodI/AAAAAAAAAXU/lp7UvtyCDg4/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing sticks, gum nuts and shoes into a tree to release a stuck remote-control helicopter while dodging bees and nearby traffic, is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8209525384166190832?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8209525384166190832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8209525384166190832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8209525384166190832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8209525384166190832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazy-afternoons.html' title='Lazy afternoons'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgS0cqxocI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DLbc7jZ5hsI/s72-c/IMG_1914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-5426832945408002916</id><published>2007-02-17T18:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:47:30.472+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year Reunion dinner in my grandma's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgP_8qxobI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yQ_jiNOU4bE/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100344169288802738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgP_8qxobI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yQ_jiNOU4bE/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunties always cook up a storm and us kids always look forward to the CNY spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgPB8qxoaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pl3OXKiONUU/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100343104136913314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgPB8qxoaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pl3OXKiONUU/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgOecqxoZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NweARffJ0iA/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342494251557266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgOecqxoZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/NweARffJ0iA/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgN8cqxoYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0HdKu2G-3Yk/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341910136004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgN8cqxoYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0HdKu2G-3Yk/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that there are more married couples around, that means more ang pows for us single cousins - woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgNZMqxoXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Nl__LlejK64/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341304545616242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgNZMqxoXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Nl__LlejK64/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Alex - so cute and placid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-5426832945408002916?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5426832945408002916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=5426832945408002916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5426832945408002916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5426832945408002916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgP_8qxobI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yQ_jiNOU4bE/s72-c/IMG_1903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7427258284879885469</id><published>2007-02-13T18:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:27:00.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year cookies</title><content type='html'>An annual family tradition involves my mum, aunties and my grandma getting together to make their own Chinese New Year cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting around with my sister and cousins when we were little, helping them make these little treats - rolling peanut balls, brushing on egg glaze, filling pineapple tarts, folding little peanut puffs and banging out those white powdery cookies out of the moulds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone has grown up, living and working elsewhere and looking after families of their own. I haven't done it for a while and it was fun to re-learn the skills (rather, my lack of!) and then sit back with a cup of tea while they cook in the oven and smell out the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgI_8qxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WujI4ZTTv6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336472707408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgI_8qxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WujI4ZTTv6Q/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peanut puffs - can you spot the ones I made? hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgIasqxoVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/080zVB4PbOs/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100335832757281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgIasqxoVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/080zVB4PbOs/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut cookies straight out of the oven - hmmm buttery goodness&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/7901953-7427258284879885469?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7427258284879885469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7427258284879885469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7427258284879885469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7427258284879885469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-cookies.html' title='Chinese New Year cookies'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RsgI_8qxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WujI4ZTTv6Q/s72-c/IMG_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3409991858820532687</id><published>2007-02-11T19:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:48:30.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Early CNY dinner</title><content type='html'>Marina and Michael invited a few of us over for chinese new year dinner. Many of us were going to be away during the real chinese new year period so we decided to celebrate early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Marina said would be a 'simple chicken rice dinner' turned out, as always, to be a massive feast of deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089973666594780514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM4FPl5dWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cRzCjdUVV_E/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The traditional low hei-ing of the yee sang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM2rvl5dVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FmDt7_WeFCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089972128996488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM2rvl5dVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FmDt7_WeFCQ/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hostess even made spring rolls and boiled egg with sambal for entree, various types of dipping and chilli sauces and even take away goodie boxes. Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM1pfl5dUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nG0RMUdVU_A/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089970990830155074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM1pfl5dUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/nG0RMUdVU_A/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our lovely hosts - Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM0h_l5dTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0vX6rjd1_6s/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089969762469508402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM0h_l5dTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0vX6rjd1_6s/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My chocolate brownie - not very CNYish and too early for V day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMzDPl5dSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4wBTxbbus08/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089968134676903202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMzDPl5dSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4wBTxbbus08/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina's colourful dessert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-3409991858820532687?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3409991858820532687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3409991858820532687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3409991858820532687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3409991858820532687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/early-cny-dinner.html' title='Early CNY dinner'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqM4FPl5dWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cRzCjdUVV_E/s72-c/IMG_1881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7640255916745306561</id><published>2007-02-02T19:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:49:57.398+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalano's seafood platter</title><content type='html'>Catalano's Cafe in Victoria Park - great for families and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089966420984952082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMxffl5dRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qBvS-aLQkdo/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to make a booking - they can get really packed out. Not amazingly delicious but the servings are big and definitely good value. Will be back again to try more of the pastas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7640255916745306561?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7640255916745306561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7640255916745306561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7640255916745306561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7640255916745306561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/02/catalanos-seafood-platter.html' title='Catalano&apos;s seafood platter'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMxffl5dRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qBvS-aLQkdo/s72-c/IMG_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-4808776216363452154</id><published>2007-01-30T18:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:25:38.122+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Syndey - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Cam and Melissa took us to Bill's (Bill Granger) in Surry Hills for breakfast, especially for the corn fritters and ricotta hotcakes - simply divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrzvl5dQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_sq0IE2jXOA/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089960171807536386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrzvl5dQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_sq0IE2jXOA/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrhfl5dPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Y3YhCxifan8/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089959858274923762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrhfl5dPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Y3YhCxifan8/s320/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrAvl5dOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_532QqPcV7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089959295634207970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrAvl5dOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_532QqPcV7Y/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah also dropped by during work for a quick coffee and catch up. Thanks heaps babe for coming by. It was so good to see you again. Take care! xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMqj_l5dNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VXrKyfsDs-k/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089958801712968914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMqj_l5dNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VXrKyfsDs-k/s320/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bondi for some shopping, sightseeing and Hurricane's ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMqKfl5dMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nu-QQDvw2Js/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089958363626304706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMqKfl5dMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nu-QQDvw2Js/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMprPl5dLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5ICw9U-4kbU/s1600-h/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089957826755392690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMprPl5dLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5ICw9U-4kbU/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rushed, whirlwind trip but it was most excellent catching up with so many people and giving our stomachs a workout. Thanks to everyone who made the time to see us, take us out and even put roofs over our heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've always talked about heading over east but whether or not we ever do it...is another story. The shopping, arts scene and food is great in Melbourne but I loathe the fickle weather. The weather in Sydney is similar to Perth's but the city life is much better with loads to do, see, shop and eat, however the freaks are out in full force. If only we could live in a city that consisted of all the good things each city had to offer....all rolled into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-4808776216363452154?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4808776216363452154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=4808776216363452154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4808776216363452154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4808776216363452154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/syndey-day-3.html' title='Syndey - Day 3'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMrzvl5dQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_sq0IE2jXOA/s72-c/IMG_1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3151912567603704541</id><published>2007-01-29T18:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:50:36.801+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney - Day 2</title><content type='html'>We headed out to the city for some shopping and to see the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMlTPl5dJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/P1pUHLZYcss/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953016392021138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMlTPl5dJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/P1pUHLZYcss/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met up with Pam and Ron, who were also holidaying in Sydney, before checking out The Sydney Opera House and The Harbour Bridge. Although we've both been to Sydney before, we thought we had to at least get the touristy photo of us in front of each landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMk_fl5dII/AAAAAAAAAUg/I2K0sMe4y-U/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089952677089604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMk_fl5dII/AAAAAAAAAUg/I2K0sMe4y-U/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMkqvl5dHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NTIZ1SlZtLo/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089952320607319154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMkqvl5dHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NTIZ1SlZtLo/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Starbucks to briefly meet up with Brendon's ex-work mate before meeting up with Meng Yen. Ro picked us up and we all had dinner in Newtown with Sam and Hana. Thanks so much for coming out guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMjxPl5dGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aazysX-Tr-U/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089951332764841058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMjxPl5dGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aazysX-Tr-U/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The thai food was so tasty and cheap in Newtown, especially the red duck curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMiwPl5dFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WewZWM3Rw9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089950216073344082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMiwPl5dFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WewZWM3Rw9Q/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Ro and Meng Yen - see you at the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMiNPl5dEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_G_gNrcHS_c/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089949614777922626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMiNPl5dEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_G_gNrcHS_c/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coffee with Hana and Sam - hisashiburi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with a scenic drive through Sydney with Cam and Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMhrvl5dDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fuslocMAOuk/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089949039252304946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMhrvl5dDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fuslocMAOuk/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-3151912567603704541?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3151912567603704541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3151912567603704541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3151912567603704541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3151912567603704541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/sydney-day-2.html' title='Sydney - Day 2'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RqMlTPl5dJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/P1pUHLZYcss/s72-c/IMG_1786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-6762771916061541388</id><published>2007-01-28T15:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:07:20.079+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney - Day 1</title><content type='html'>We arrived early Sunday morning and went straight to bed at Melissa and Cam's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took us out for dim sum at Marigold, followed by an enormous dinner at a steak place by the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfX8YRfAyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s7V88J4Zl7o/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068757337936692002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfX8YRfAyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s7V88J4Zl7o/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfXQIRfAxI/AAAAAAAAASw/atCNqhrbXLA/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068756577727480594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfXQIRfAxI/AAAAAAAAASw/atCNqhrbXLA/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfWbIRfAwI/AAAAAAAAASo/K8h_HJZ8qLY/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068755667194413826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfWbIRfAwI/AAAAAAAAASo/K8h_HJZ8qLY/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My petite fillet was super deceiving. I thought it was hardly a challenge at first sight but it truly conquered. It was mega thick and juicy. With our bellies well full and bulging Mel and I couldn't resist dessert and thus a vanilla bean pannacotta and creme brulee was ordered and shared between the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfVlYRfAvI/AAAAAAAAASg/DGpX1Nx25vU/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068754743776445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfVlYRfAvI/AAAAAAAAASg/DGpX1Nx25vU/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-6762771916061541388?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/6762771916061541388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=6762771916061541388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/6762771916061541388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/6762771916061541388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/sydney-day-1.html' title='Sydney - Day 1'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RlfX8YRfAyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s7V88J4Zl7o/s72-c/IMG_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7040043424931805488</id><published>2007-01-27T23:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:57:29.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>I can't remember much of what we did the next day but it involved a lot of eating. Quyen took me out to do my last bit of shopping while the boys played tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to an all-you-can-eat steamboat and peking duck place for dinner. We all ate so much. I even had to undo the button and zip of my jeans - thankfully I was wearing a long top so it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rk7U9YRfApI/AAAAAAAAARw/XEiCSUfFvQk/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066220781791281810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rk7U9YRfApI/AAAAAAAAARw/XEiCSUfFvQk/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rk7UU4RfAoI/AAAAAAAAARo/3WTE1MI81_w/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066220086006579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rk7UU4RfAoI/AAAAAAAAARo/3WTE1MI81_w/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter had also flown in that night and the boys decided to do an all nighter at Crown. Not wanting any of that, Quyen took myself and her sister, who was also visiting with a friend, to Koko Black - the ultimate for chocolate lovers. Surprisingly even after all we ate at dinner, we still managed to fit in a hot chocolate and taster plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rkh46WNU0ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/78mwDqnEnXE/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064430724767338898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rkh46WNU0ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/78mwDqnEnXE/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also shout outs to Melissa who I bumped into that night. It was so good to see you again - it's been ages! Such good timing too. Glad your enjoying living it up in Melbourne and hope everything's going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up having 3 hours sleep back at Kean's place before being woken up by the guys as they returned and then we headed to the airport. Thanks for driving us Matt &amp;amp; Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7040043424931805488?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7040043424931805488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7040043424931805488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7040043424931805488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7040043424931805488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rk7U9YRfApI/AAAAAAAAARw/XEiCSUfFvQk/s72-c/IMG_1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7542471026095787080</id><published>2007-01-26T00:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:58:20.561+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Happy Australia Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early and headed to the Queen Victoria markets for breakfast. Unfortunately they were closed so we went to the South Melbourne Markets instead. After buying food for our BBQ celebrations, some of us went to do some serious shopping. I'm impressed at how much ground we covered. I didn't end up buying much seeing that my Japan trip was coming up. But I got 2 pairs of shoes for $30! I have Quyen's super sharp, bargain hunting eyes to thank for those. You are the awesomeness, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Wine &amp; Quyen put on a wonderful, belly-bulging BBQ of gourmet sausages, chilli marinated chicken wings, healthy but tasty kebabs, potato salad, garlic bread and veges - the asparagus were so juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX8LWNU0XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I4ykSQP5AqY/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059227028290851186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX8LWNU0XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I4ykSQP5AqY/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those suss heads locked me out of the apartment ("Oh..err..the key doesn't work, I'll get the other one" - good one M!) and surprised me with a birthday cake. Q - it really meant a lot to me and made my trip even more sweeter. Thanks so much guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059229167184564610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX-H2NU0YI/AAAAAAAAARY/yqNS2uqX1Ao/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we watched the fireworks from their balcony we headed to Crown Casino so the boys could hit the poker tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX7CGNU0WI/AAAAAAAAARI/gWTsXHLTlpw/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059225769865433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX7CGNU0WI/AAAAAAAAARI/gWTsXHLTlpw/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX47mNU0VI/AAAAAAAAARA/OycVutXdkwo/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059223459173028178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX47mNU0VI/AAAAAAAAARA/OycVutXdkwo/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX3-mNU0UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3QkV9JudJzw/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059222411201007938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX3-mNU0UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3QkV9JudJzw/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX2X2NU0TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hp4ghYE6WrA/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059220645969449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX2X2NU0TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hp4ghYE6WrA/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bumped into Derek and Germaine from high school at Crown. Hey guys, nice seeing you again. 6 degrees of separation (or less!) hey. Such a small, small world. Then it was time to stumble home, shower and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7542471026095787080?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7542471026095787080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7542471026095787080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7542471026095787080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7542471026095787080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjX8LWNU0XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I4ykSQP5AqY/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8563445825707213141</id><published>2007-01-25T19:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:08:55.269+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Trip</title><content type='html'>For my birthday Brendon spoilt me by taking me over east during the Australia Day long weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first headed to Melbourne via Adelaide (I can now say I've been there, although only in the airport) and arrived in the afternoon. After strolling around in the city we met up with Quyen, Matt and Winston for some fine dining at ezard. Very stylish with intimate atmosphere, attentive service and excellent food and presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058866332642365714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjS0IGNU0RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SXhFVtOFCBQ/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058865392044527874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjSzRWNU0QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UbHX6V6ZrDU/s320/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053612071884631666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIJZ3lPLnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S7La1BALiV0/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIBK3lPLmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0t0TcE3ZRhk/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053603018093571682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIBK3lPLmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0t0TcE3ZRhk/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIAunlPLlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4zwW4ds_Q9o/s1600-h/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053602532762267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIAunlPLlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4zwW4ds_Q9o/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIABnlPLkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Bpg3V4uRF5o/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053601759668153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiIABnlPLkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Bpg3V4uRF5o/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked back to Matt &amp;amp; Quyen's new place to end off the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the apartment Q - oh la la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8563445825707213141?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8563445825707213141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8563445825707213141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8563445825707213141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8563445825707213141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-trip.html' title='Birthday Trip'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RjS0IGNU0RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SXhFVtOFCBQ/s72-c/IMG_1683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3731761763054741747</id><published>2007-01-21T19:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:31:29.886+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving duck</title><content type='html'>Rui, Joel, Brendon and myself went to Chin's Noodle House in Leeming for some yummy peking duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH9jHlPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x-nXbl45eIU/s1600-h/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053599036658888242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH9jHlPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x-nXbl45eIU/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-3731761763054741747?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3731761763054741747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3731761763054741747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3731761763054741747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3731761763054741747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/craving-duck.html' title='Craving duck'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH9jHlPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/x-nXbl45eIU/s72-c/IMG_1673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3708928006640485184</id><published>2007-01-20T18:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:21:17.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Early celebrations</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like celebrating my birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the quarter-of-a-century mark but since returning from Japan I haven't been in much of a celebratory mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lucky to have great friends who love me no matter what and they organised a dinner for me at Cheers in Subiaco followed by tea and a birthday cake at Marina's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH09XlPLiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jzvTO-3iADU/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053589592025804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH09XlPLiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jzvTO-3iADU/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH0CXlPLhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BBNsB0Cu1zw/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053588578413522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH0CXlPLhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BBNsB0Cu1zw/s320/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiHy1HlPLgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SmRUsyl_ZFs/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053587251268627970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiHy1HlPLgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SmRUsyl_ZFs/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiHxMnlPLfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xIlgSJbkFXk/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053585455972298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiHxMnlPLfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xIlgSJbkFXk/s320/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your company, the laughs and everything girls! It really made my day.&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/7901953-3708928006640485184?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3708928006640485184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3708928006640485184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3708928006640485184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3708928006640485184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-celebrations.html' title='Early celebrations'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RiH09XlPLiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jzvTO-3iADU/s72-c/IMG_1656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7874481584285815485</id><published>2007-01-14T01:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:27:46.429+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue skies &amp; blue seas</title><content type='html'>The day after consisted of a late check out, a bright blue sky and ocean and a relaxing lunch in Busselton before driving back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkWPYn4VrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dbyCYPQ1Q5A/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051092910636291762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkWPYn4VrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dbyCYPQ1Q5A/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkVZYn4VqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mu9B99bhoLE/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051091982923355810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkVZYn4VqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mu9B99bhoLE/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy was I tired after that drive but it was such a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7874481584285815485?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7874481584285815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7874481584285815485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7874481584285815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7874481584285815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/blue-skies-blue-seas.html' title='Blue skies &amp; blue seas'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkWPYn4VrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dbyCYPQ1Q5A/s72-c/IMG_1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3745995853602646055</id><published>2007-01-13T16:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:13:35.136+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jez &amp; Matt's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Brendon and I woke up early and had breakfast at the resort restaurant. We had the hazelnut honey pancakes and bacon &amp; eggs on sourdough toast. Quite tasty although not sure if the pancakes were meant to be that brown (or burnt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkNhYn4VpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DbVos9go4IA/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051083324269287058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkNhYn4VpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DbVos9go4IA/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkNGIn4VoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CV0e9THVHN8/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082856117851778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkNGIn4VoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CV0e9THVHN8/s320/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast we helped set up the umbrellas, tent, chairs and guestbook table. The day was sunny and the brilliant blue sky was perfect but it turned out to be a very, very hot day. Luckily the ceremony was short and sweet and the bonbonniere paper fans were well received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in charge of taking the guests photos for the guest book (eeks! hope they turned out okay). Before heading out I popped by Jez's room to wish her "good luck" and saw her in her dress and all done up with her hair and make-up. She looked so stunning that I started tearing already. It was so surreal and she looked every part the beautiful, beaming bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkMnYn4VnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a2Qzyoijys0/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082327836874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkMnYn4VnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/a2Qzyoijys0/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkMB4n4VmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ejzetB_ex0c/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081683591779938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkMB4n4VmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ejzetB_ex0c/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkLgon4VlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/j7p0fRVfzBU/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051081112361129554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkLgon4VlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/j7p0fRVfzBU/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the photos most guests took advantage of the resort pool to cool off and relax while the bridal party went off to take some more photos. The tea ceremony was held before the reception and Wendy and I were in charge of collecting the ang pows and presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkK_In4VkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uMIWiOpxl-U/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051080536835511874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkK_In4VkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uMIWiOpxl-U/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With our bodyguards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkJ24n4ViI/AAAAAAAAANw/CwLQjIwtFhU/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051079295589963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkJ24n4ViI/AAAAAAAAANw/CwLQjIwtFhU/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051079965604861490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkKd4n4VjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iR_lLwxWLKM/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reception room had a lovely view that overlooked the beach and the sunset in the background really set the magical mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkJTYn4VhI/AAAAAAAAANo/GNQMC40j9wg/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051078685704607250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkJTYn4VhI/AAAAAAAAANo/GNQMC40j9wg/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkIu4n4VgI/AAAAAAAAANg/lmHSMGMAJO0/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051078058639382018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkIu4n4VgI/AAAAAAAAANg/lmHSMGMAJO0/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkH9on4VeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7gYpp-pZnvw/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051077212530824674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkH9on4VeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7gYpp-pZnvw/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speeches were touching, hilarious and very, very sweet. Yep, there were some tears shed. The buffet was surprisingly really good and not just some, but ALL the dishes were tasty and I couldn't get enough of the dessert. We had such a good time dancing the night away and even the 'oldies' were ripping it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats Jez and Matt! It was such a gorgeous day and I'm so happy for you both. I hope it was everything you've wanted and I wish you all the best for your new lives together as husband and wife. (Jez, you're a wifey now! haha) It's funny remembering first meeting Matt (aka Matt Rafter) at Steve's 3-4 years ago and wondering who this mystery guy was. It's amazing that you guys have come this far and accomplished so much together already. I know your future will be just as bright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-3745995853602646055?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3745995853602646055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3745995853602646055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3745995853602646055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3745995853602646055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/jez-matts-wedding.html' title='Jez &amp; Matt&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RhkNhYn4VpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DbVos9go4IA/s72-c/IMG_1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-3749767727859476207</id><published>2007-01-12T21:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:54:04.197+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Dunsborough</title><content type='html'>We headed to Dunsborough for the weekend for my cousin's wedding. How excitement! I still can't get my head around that she's going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony and reception was being held at Dunsborough Broadwater Resort &amp; Spa and most guests had booked accommodation there. The drive down took about 3 1/2 to 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and went into the town to find some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpuoKlphxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ByvPB8jOoS4/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046967968738150162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpuoKlphxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ByvPB8jOoS4/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good doesn't it? We ended up just going to Coles and buying BBQ chicken and salad. Tasty and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few others also arrived on Friday so we checked out the beautiful beach behind the resort, swam in the pool, rested up and headed back into the town for a dinner of pizza and fish &amp; chips. It was really great to catch up and share the apartment with Loreen and Felix, who had flown in from London. The last time I saw them was when they first flew to the UK and dropped by Japan. Times flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpqYKlphwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8W3cJT3BaRU/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963295813732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpqYKlphwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8W3cJT3BaRU/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgppt6lphvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OtO_QOeBX54/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046962569964259058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgppt6lphvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OtO_QOeBX54/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgppAKlphuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xWiAVh054Ek/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961783985243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgppAKlphuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xWiAVh054Ek/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The guys headed out for some night fishing at the Busselton Jetty while we headed to Jez's room to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpolKlphtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9WOVxWNc9nI/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046961320128775890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpolKlphtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9WOVxWNc9nI/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't end up catching anything (except some shovel-nose shark or something but they threw it back) and Brendon even got up again at 6am to try his luck fishing down at the beach. Crazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-3749767727859476207?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/3749767727859476207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=3749767727859476207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3749767727859476207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/3749767727859476207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-in-dunsborough.html' title='Weekend in Dunsborough'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgpuoKlphxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ByvPB8jOoS4/s72-c/IMG_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-5156137492074860029</id><published>2007-01-07T00:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:37:42.730+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing too spicy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...but we ended up at The Turban for a tasty Indian banquet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were meeting up to chat to Jez about our roles at her wedding. I'm in charge of taking photos of the guests who sign the guestbook. Here's hoping I don't stuff up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Turban is on Stock Road in Melville, under Super Bowl and next to Chicken Treat. From the front it looks dodgy and you wouldn't even realise there was an Indian restaurant there, but step inside and you're in a lovely restaurant that's well decorated and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk3pu1OM1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/juu0setnxmk/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046626047530775378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk3pu1OM1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/juu0setnxmk/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good and with the all-you-can-eat banquet, how can you go wrong with endless naan. The curries were too hot for me but I still enjoyed it. When the waitress asked how hot would we like our curries, I was about to say "mild" but my sister had already said "hot." And boy was it was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk3Ne1OM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/b9jeHR8J3IA/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046625562199470914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk3Ne1OM0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/b9jeHR8J3IA/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046625094048035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk2yO1OMzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/34ynuounaY4/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046624557177123618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk2S-1OMyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o1rF_d9uuUw/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-5156137492074860029?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5156137492074860029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=5156137492074860029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5156137492074860029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5156137492074860029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-too-spicy.html' title='Nothing too spicy...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgk3pu1OM1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/juu0setnxmk/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8209208956225603390</id><published>2007-01-06T23:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:05:50.862+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan-fix</title><content type='html'>I love looking at my Christmas cards from Japan. They make me so happy. I miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one from Cheryl was even more sweeter because she sent me some new Kit Kat flavours. Woo hoo! Thanks sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046620004511789842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkyJ-1OMxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ipk0GB3I41E/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut flavour and the Tokyo edition one which was dark chocolate with a raspberry filling in the wafers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular visits to Ohnamiya have also been doing the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046618965129704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkxNe1OMwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r1z5UK4gSKY/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046617139768603378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkvjO1OMvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/luH4WYuSyKc/s320/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8209208956225603390?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8209208956225603390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8209208956225603390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8209208956225603390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8209208956225603390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/japan-fix.html' title='Japan-fix'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkyJ-1OMxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ipk0GB3I41E/s72-c/IMG_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-7846721471485449973</id><published>2007-01-04T23:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:11:48.742+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some like it hot...</title><content type='html'>...but I prefer it mild so I can actually enjoy the spice kick without burning my tastebuds off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendon's mum made laksa for dinner. Yummo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046616306544947938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkuyu1OMuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9eAa355Buks/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-7846721471485449973?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/7846721471485449973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=7846721471485449973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7846721471485449973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/7846721471485449973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-like-it-hot.html' title='Some like it hot...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkuyu1OMuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9eAa355Buks/s72-c/IMG_1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-5403568201482514729</id><published>2007-01-03T23:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:43:00.928+09:00</updated><title type='text'>See you guys</title><content type='html'>We headed to Gelares in Applecross to farewell off Saj and Tash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around in a huge group with tables pushed together, laughing, chatting, stuffing ourselves with 1/2 price Tuesday waffles - it was just like first year uni days again. But this time we have full-time jobs and conversation is about engagements, weddings, mortgages, kids(?!) and moving abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck guys - we're gonna miss you heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046612861981176530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkrqO1OMtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q6jMLEOdbg8/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hot waffles with chocolate sauce and bananas - oh yeah baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-5403568201482514729?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/5403568201482514729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=5403568201482514729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5403568201482514729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/5403568201482514729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-you-guys.html' title='See you guys'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkrqO1OMtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q6jMLEOdbg8/s72-c/IMG_1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-4375273803042045646</id><published>2006-12-31T22:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:32:13.288+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year ~ Hello 2007</title><content type='html'>The Choongs invited us over to celebrate the new year with loads of good food, fun, laughs, poker and pictionary. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired and decided to make cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgknUO1OMrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2LGpZJIx-ug/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608085977543346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgknUO1OMrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2LGpZJIx-ug/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lien made a yummy pandan mousse cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkmkO1OMqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/csU5df_6S2A/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046607261343822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkmkO1OMqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/csU5df_6S2A/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina cleaning the boys out at poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046609288568386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkoaO1OMsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bLKqe66Ms0o/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to toot my own horn but Sue-Yen and I were on fire at Pictionary. We are the awesomeness! Then it progressed to charades and Christine (Dan's girlfriend) was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkl-O1OMpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_OGqBekmP1E/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046606608508793490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkl-O1OMpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_OGqBekmP1E/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgklRO1OMoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nmi7AyJ0Z_I/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046605835414680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgklRO1OMoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nmi7AyJ0Z_I/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkkwe1OMnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cUZn6eNU440/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046605272773964402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rgkkwe1OMnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cUZn6eNU440/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkjJe1OMmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0lrVFtwZvxc/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046603503247438434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkjJe1OMmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0lrVFtwZvxc/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Happy New Year ~ Let's hope it's a good one! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-4375273803042045646?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4375273803042045646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=4375273803042045646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4375273803042045646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4375273803042045646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-hello-2007.html' title='New Year ~ Hello 2007'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgknUO1OMrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2LGpZJIx-ug/s72-c/IMG_1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-4177550613690916809</id><published>2006-12-30T21:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:52:36.551+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sajith &amp; Natashia's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a beautiful Saturday at the end of the year, two of my beautiful friends from high school had a beautiful wedding and began their new lives as husband and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046591898245804626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkYl-1OMlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GyBU71onKcE/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here comes to bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046589248250982962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkWLu1OMjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qy4WMG2PVaI/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The money shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046591395734630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkYIu1OMkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4KQIINd_MhI/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting Mr &amp; Mrs G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046587199551582738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkUUe1OMhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AvgomqP798s/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkU6-1OMiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rL6XXN0uGNA/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046587860976546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkU6-1OMiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rL6XXN0uGNA/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was held at AQUA and guests could walk through the underwater tunnel bit during pre-dinner drinks. I haven't been there since I was in primary school. It was so cool and such a fitting venue for the newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfcGe1OMgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l2KbG3dyUJE/s1600-h/IMG_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046243911405548034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfcGe1OMgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/l2KbG3dyUJE/s320/IMG_1364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfZ2e1OMfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qnGVSJzknpw/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046241437504385522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfZ2e1OMfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qnGVSJzknpw/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfWeO1OMeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZycuFLnizt4/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046237722357674466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfWeO1OMeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZycuFLnizt4/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfVrO1OMdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hcsaSeh8bYU/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046236846184346066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfVrO1OMdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hcsaSeh8bYU/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tash had recently booked Saj a swimming session with the sharks for his birthday at AQUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfTk-1OMcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vqDKVliinqM/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046234539786908098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfTk-1OMcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vqDKVliinqM/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfTHO1OMbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tt2hrjpGw50/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046234028685799858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfTHO1OMbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tt2hrjpGw50/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then escorted to the deck and entered a bubble-filled recepetion room with a gorgeous view of the sun setting behind the sea. It was such a great night with delicious food, touching speeches, catching up with high school mates and hilarity on the dancefloor. The traditional Sri Lankan wedding ceremony bit was really interesting and beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfRxu1OMZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fbCHM7ZMbwE/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046232559806984594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfRxu1OMZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fbCHM7ZMbwE/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046233122447700386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfSSe1OMaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a2ENPuaYq4A/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfP1e1OMYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UZzK7zq74Xo/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046230425208238466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfP1e1OMYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UZzK7zq74Xo/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfNyu1OMXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQOEFkhZy5w/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046228178940342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfNyu1OMXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dQOEFkhZy5w/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfJ7JdClEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/POjzgg2LitY/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046223925479117890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfJ7JdClEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/POjzgg2LitY/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfICZdClDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HLWLrH_lIEg/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046221851009913906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfICZdClDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HLWLrH_lIEg/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfHkpdClCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2TZASKQ6bBs/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046221339908805666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfHkpdClCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2TZASKQ6bBs/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfHI5dClBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x99JUHhrLmI/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046220863167435794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfHI5dClBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/x99JUHhrLmI/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfCEJdClAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Bv_ofu_o2cA/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046215284004918274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfCEJdClAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Bv_ofu_o2cA/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash looked so beautiful and my favourite yay-high-black-guy (aka B1) scrubbed up pretty damn well too. The smile on Saj's face was priceless. When I congratulated them after the ceremony at the church, I had to hold back tears when hugging Tash. I was speechless. I was just so happy for them both. During the reception, Tash changed into a stunning turquoise sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046212024124740530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge_GZdCk7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ySOSN_lhNOg/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfBaJdCk_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GA6W6nkSink/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046214562450412530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfBaJdCk_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GA6W6nkSink/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Give me some cheese!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfA2pdCk-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/n8B1fRRAvYs/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046213952565056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfA2pdCk-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/n8B1fRRAvYs/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfAXZdCk9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TuEWdQ_HZYM/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046213415694144466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgfAXZdCk9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TuEWdQ_HZYM/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge_l5dCk8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/me2VGB-X64Q/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046212565290619842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge_l5dCk8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/me2VGB-X64Q/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the night was quite the tear jerker. Saj and Tash will be soon relocating to Canada and saying goodbye to their family members was pretty emotional. It was quite sad but at the same time so exciting that they were embarking on a new adventure in a new country, together as husband as wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046211044872197026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge-NZdCk6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/k4AzglEmw9Q/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The paparazzi shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratulations you guys!! Thank you so much for allowing me to share your special day with you. I'm so so so happy for you both and wish you all the best for the future. Don't forget to come back and visit! We'll rock up on your doorstep one day hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saj - You can officially give me back the golden shovel now. "Dig up! Dig up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much respect sweetie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-4177550613690916809?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/4177550613690916809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=4177550613690916809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4177550613690916809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/4177550613690916809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/sajith-natashias-wedding.html' title='Sajith &amp; Natashia&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RgkYl-1OMlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GyBU71onKcE/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-2721849321227415949</id><published>2006-12-29T21:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:25:49.171+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonflowers</title><content type='html'>Mum's moonflowers bloomed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge61JdCk5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/d9Os22-EcOk/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046207329725485970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge61JdCk5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/d9Os22-EcOk/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if that's the proper name for them but we've always called them that. They are so beautiful with such a strong, sweet, intoxicating scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge6YJdCk4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IfMvjr2s0qI/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046206831509279618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge6YJdCk4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IfMvjr2s0qI/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shame each flower only blooms and lasts for a night. But I guess that makes it so magical when they eventually do.&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/7901953-2721849321227415949?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/2721849321227415949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=2721849321227415949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/2721849321227415949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/2721849321227415949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/moonflowers.html' title='Moonflowers'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rge61JdCk5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/d9Os22-EcOk/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8227508607484806682</id><published>2006-12-28T16:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:05:21.862+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina &amp; Gav's Engagement</title><content type='html'>Congratulations you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042427765817581330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RfpNVksfnxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Oi6K-e_UwWQ/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all knew it was coming (coming very soon) but it was still so exciting when I found out it had actually happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gav and Christina had a lovely engagement party with close friends and family, where we heard the story of how it all happened, Gav's secret, sneaky plan involving candles and truffles made by himself, how Christina will not pass up dessert (you know it girl!) and the gorgeous ring - so pretty. All very romantic Gav - bonus points for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042428749365092130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RfpOO0sfnyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2CHEfYsEi8E/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042429698552864562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RfpPGEsfnzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fqqBfGt8kMA/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for the big day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8227508607484806682?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8227508607484806682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8227508607484806682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8227508607484806682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8227508607484806682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/christina-gavs-engagement.html' title='Christina &amp; Gav&apos;s Engagement'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RfpNVksfnxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Oi6K-e_UwWQ/s72-c/IMG_1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-1814219346069221275</id><published>2006-12-25T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:23:36.902+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I haven't spent Christmas at home for the past 3 years so it was nice to be with family and loved ones during the festive season. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister had dinner at her place on Christmas Eve. Their tree was so cute decorated with crafty things the boys had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsf95PVOuI/AAAAAAAAACo/8-dxPjjrGwY/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029148557086898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsf95PVOuI/AAAAAAAAACo/8-dxPjjrGwY/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had roast pork, turkey, potatoes, couscous and salad. Dessert was gelato. It was definitely the most healthiest Christmas meal I've had, yet one of the tastiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister's cooking involves trying to use the most healthiest options. Organic foods, no sugar, natural flavours and low fat everything. I was surprised that most of the time, it tastes so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsff5PVOtI/AAAAAAAAACg/0vefjYiyB64/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029148041690823378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsff5PVOtI/AAAAAAAAACg/0vefjYiyB64/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029147564949453506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsfEJPVOsI/AAAAAAAAACY/cJd4AUuGjvA/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cute and fun to see the boys all wide-eyed and excited to open their presents, and I just loved the hand-made card and pipe cleaner ring Callum made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029146366653577906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsd-ZPVOrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YyaM7jjUjZI/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029140916340079234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsZBJPVOoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KSI0dpeUjS8/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029152886413933314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsj55PVOwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zNMlKaP-50k/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029153444759681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcskaZPVOxI/AAAAAAAAADA/Fhq4VtGL6tc/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029142608557193874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsajpPVOpI/AAAAAAAAACA/HHNSoB7X99o/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Callum testing out the kick board we got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the kids were put to bed and the others left, Andrew, Karen, Brendon and myself played Scrabble. Then we headed to mightnight mass and back to Brendon's place for "Foo cake" and present opening time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsYbJPVOnI/AAAAAAAAABw/6IwimscYW4w/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029140263505050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsYbJPVOnI/AAAAAAAAABw/6IwimscYW4w/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsX45PVOmI/AAAAAAAAABo/YICJr6yLCL0/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029139675094530658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsX45PVOmI/AAAAAAAAABo/YICJr6yLCL0/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsXLZPVOlI/AAAAAAAAABg/U6zNPjRlfjo/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029138893410482770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsXLZPVOlI/AAAAAAAAABg/U6zNPjRlfjo/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas day was spent at church followed by the traditional lunch. Then a BBQ dinner with Brendon's family. So much good food and eating! How I've missed eating cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029149433260227314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsgw5PVOvI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q7wis9IuSFk/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmases were extra special and full of yummy food, surrounded by loved ones and celebrating the true meaning of Christmas. xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-1814219346069221275?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/1814219346069221275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=1814219346069221275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/1814219346069221275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/1814219346069221275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/Rcsf95PVOuI/AAAAAAAAACo/8-dxPjjrGwY/s72-c/IMG_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-260660483745794546</id><published>2006-12-22T20:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:58:45.442+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clancy's Fish Pub in Freo</title><content type='html'>So good to see you again Hox! Nothing has changed, you still crack me up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsTl5PVOkI/AAAAAAAAABM/kkyh5uNACDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029134950630505026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsTl5PVOkI/AAAAAAAAABM/kkyh5uNACDQ/s320/IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tempest - Congratulations on your engagement! Your rock is stunning. Now we're in the 'loop'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsS95PVOjI/AAAAAAAAABE/LvO1UJI0rQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029134263435737650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsS95PVOjI/AAAAAAAAABE/LvO1UJI0rQQ/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw - Can't wait to see you in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kahle - Hope you have a smashing time in Canada - send our love to Cowboy Roy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsRwZPVOiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/okbUz-xXrdw/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029132931995875874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsRwZPVOiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/okbUz-xXrdw/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to catch up with all you girls again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-260660483745794546?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/260660483745794546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=260660483745794546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/260660483745794546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/260660483745794546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/clancys-fish-pub-in-freo.html' title='Clancy&apos;s Fish Pub in Freo'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsTl5PVOkI/AAAAAAAAABM/kkyh5uNACDQ/s72-c/IMG_1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-8707058738148018117</id><published>2006-12-21T20:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:38:36.165+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally 24!</title><content type='html'>Today is Sue Yen's birthday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you sweetie ~ hope you had a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a chocolate freckle cake and a few of us dropped by to help her eat it..oh and to sing "Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsOgZPVOhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wOtt-98jfjM/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029129358583085586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsOgZPVOhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wOtt-98jfjM/s320/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsN4pPVOgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EWp0rPeNevE/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029128675683285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsN4pPVOgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/EWp0rPeNevE/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-8707058738148018117?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/8707058738148018117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=8707058738148018117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8707058738148018117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/8707058738148018117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-24.html' title='Finally 24!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcsOgZPVOhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wOtt-98jfjM/s72-c/IMG_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116835223029469998</id><published>2006-12-17T23:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:58:05.787+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dinner at The Oyster Bar</title><content type='html'>Pam organised a Christmas dinner before we all headed off to various places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had crackers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcnMQoRpR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kNOFOKFrmMM/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028775044997269346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcnMQoRpR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kNOFOKFrmMM/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/518323/IMG_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/105147/IMG_1142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yummy food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/413442/IMG_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/989336/IMG_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/867146/IMG_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/804050/IMG_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...delicious desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/861338/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/69729/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/105611/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/843889/IMG_1162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...beautiful views, excellent company and HOOTS of laughter and fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those crackers were oodles of fun. They came with a musical paper hat, joke and whistle. Each whistle was a different note and numbered, as a few took turns to conduct with the 1/2 chopstick supplied. It took us ages but we finally managed to get through a song properly. Pam, you are THE conductor master. I haven't laughed that hard for a long time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/884205/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/41371/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/936103/IMG_1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/791477/IMG_1144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116835223029469998?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116835223029469998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116835223029469998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116835223029469998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116835223029469998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-dinner-at-oyster-bar.html' title='Christmas dinner at The Oyster Bar'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xMa61ptj4h4/RcnMQoRpR2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/kNOFOKFrmMM/s72-c/IMG_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116835148530329637</id><published>2006-12-16T22:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:04:45.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>Hen #1 - Natashia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash's hen's night was held at her place with lots of yummy food, bubbly (OJ for me, the designated driver) games and entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/295219/IMG_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/125635/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/942655/IMG_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/497649/IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wiener accessorised pass-the-parcel (photos not included for my own safety), we got into groups and had to create a wedding dress using toilet paper. Since I lost 'scissor, paper, rock' (janken) the girls made a beautiful dress for me including a long train, veil, ring and flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/143488/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/275220/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yay! We won 1st prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/273815/IMG_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/164511/IMG_1047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock* Who's been a bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the tamer photos with the stripper's clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/472992/IMG_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/137235/IMG_1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/604825/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/902023/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the party continued on in Northbridge at The Deen (where we also bumped into the stripper?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/525150/IMG_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/206697/IMG_1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/408356/IMG_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/534249/IMG_1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/478007/IMG_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/267065/IMG_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hen # 2 - Jez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's hens night was also on that night and they celebrated with a pub crawl on a party bus. After a few phone messages it was off to The Mustang Bar to find my beloved drunkedy-drunk Jez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/831672/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/140934/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/48728/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope both of you girls had an awesome night out. Much respect to Sarah for her eyelash-batting, persuasive doorman ways! hahaha unbelievable yet so classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116835148530329637?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116835148530329637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116835148530329637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116835148530329637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116835148530329637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116834831715297346</id><published>2006-12-09T21:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:11:57.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Christmas Ladies Lunch</title><content type='html'>At the Norfolk Hotel, complete with Kris Kringle and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun ~ Thanks for organising Mrs Kahle aka Moldowan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/792416/IMG_1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/850326/IMG_1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/957624/IMG_1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/540856/IMG_1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/807001/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116834831715297346?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116834831715297346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116834831715297346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116834831715297346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116834831715297346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/annual-christmas-ladies-lunch.html' title='Annual Christmas Ladies Lunch'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116806459613504293</id><published>2006-12-01T15:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:27:55.723+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Villa D'Este</title><content type='html'>We celebreated Ron's birthday with a delightful dinner at Villa D'Este in West Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service; Very attentive and helpful. Their birthday singing was a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;The food; Good variety, my roast duck was very tasty, filling and came with a cloth bib to encourage you to really get into it.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere; Traditional Italian feel complete with wood-fire rotisserie and oven. Classy yet cosy and intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/826885/IMG_0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/653390/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/414808/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/521640/IMG_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ron cutting his green tea cake with a wakizashi (small katana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/394138/IMG_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/491531/IMG_1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116806459613504293?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116806459613504293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116806459613504293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116806459613504293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116806459613504293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/12/dinner-at-villa-deste.html' title='Dinner at Villa D&apos;Este'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116806304239738493</id><published>2006-11-26T14:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:57:22.446+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okonomiyaki</title><content type='html'>The JETAA held their end of year get together at Matilda Bay foreshore with an okonomiyaki BBQ picnic. It was also to thank those who volunteered at the Japan Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat okonomiyaki that often in Japan but when I did, it was always so good and way too filling. The okonomiyaki-dojo near the Akashi station was always a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/444025/IMG_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/379773/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116806304239738493?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116806304239738493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116806304239738493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116806304239738493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116806304239738493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/okonomiyaki.html' title='Okonomiyaki'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116781444104938330</id><published>2006-11-25T17:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:48:21.046+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Daryl &amp; Wee Nee's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning we headed to Sandalford Winery to help set up for Daryl and Wee Nee's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a freakin' hot day and running around in heels and a restricting skirt didn't help either. After setting up the chairs and dressing them, tying the umbrella flower bunches and helping the florist arrange the table pieces, it was showtime. Wee Nee looked beautiful and Sandalford was the perfect backdrop for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/30562/IMG_0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/667459/IMG_0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a cocktail reception was held under the old grape vines. Highlights were Daryl singing to Wee Nee and the yummy oysters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/534356/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/953313/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/312891/IMG_0900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/177910/IMG_0900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/628523/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/484567/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dinner reception was held at a chinese restaurant in Northbridge. The food was tasty and it was great to catch up with the gang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nick and Sooks with the itty bitty cute Lauren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/133902/IMG_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/515405/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/374805/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/377535/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/408362/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The love birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/543667/IMG_0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/35493/IMG_0927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116781444104938330?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116781444104938330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116781444104938330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116781444104938330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116781444104938330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/daryl-wee-nees-wedding.html' title='Daryl &amp; Wee Nee&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116771756912105645</id><published>2006-11-22T14:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:59:29.203+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell dinner</title><content type='html'>We farwelled a church friend with a huge, tasty dinner at Catalano's in Victoria Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the lasagna and boy, was it massive! I had to give a quarter to Nick and a slice to Ken. It had a million layers and a big side serve of salad. There were even layers of bacon in it and the price was very reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/124341/IMG_0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/334494/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care matey and all the best. Hope to see you again maybe back in Perth or in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116771756912105645?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116771756912105645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116771756912105645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771756912105645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771756912105645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/farewell-dinner.html' title='Farewell dinner'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116771622767541789</id><published>2006-11-21T14:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:37:07.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Puff Pastry: my new best friend</title><content type='html'>I missed having an oven when I was living in Japan. So now I've been making up for loss time with puff pastry. It's just so easy to use and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some treats I've whipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach, sun-dried tomato and cottage cheese (it was next to the ricotta and on sale) pastry squares. Healthy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/125760/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/488872/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Japan a lot and craving for St. Marks chocolate croissants (chococro) doesn't help. So I decided to see if I could make my own by wrapping a piece of puff pastry around a slab of Cadbury chocolate and topping it with crushed peanuts (I didn't have almonds). It tasted okay straight out of the oven but they don't keep very well or taste too good when they cool down. I must find out that secret pastry recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/313655/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/596353/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a big fan of chevups; the skinless sausage. A BBQ without the chilli beef ones just isn't a BBQ. So I decided to wrap it up with chesse and sun-dried tomatoes. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/559383/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/586615/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116771622767541789?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116771622767541789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116771622767541789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771622767541789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771622767541789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/puff-pastry-my-new-best-friend.html' title='Puff Pastry: my new best friend'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116771470197330922</id><published>2006-11-19T13:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:11:42.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bull Air Race 2006</title><content type='html'>It was an extremely hot day but we decided to head down to South Perth to watch the Red Bull Airshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was crowded and banked up everywhere but luckily on the bike, we could slip through traffic and easily score parking. We met up with the others who were enjoying a picnic under a tree to watch the show, although Marina's gourmet sandwiches were all I could concentrate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed and manoeuvres of the planes were very impressive but I wanted to see one of those inflatable gates go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/483212/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/392159/IMG_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/766353/IMG_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116771470197330922?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116771470197330922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116771470197330922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771470197330922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116771470197330922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/red-bull-air-race-2006.html' title='Red Bull Air Race 2006'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116765254776101999</id><published>2006-11-18T17:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:57:24.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard tourist</title><content type='html'>Today we headed to the Swan Valley to do some touristy things with Pam's triathlon friends visiting from the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Elmar's in the Valley, a German brewery restaurant. The cheese kranski was super tasty and the pork shank could have easily fed a small family of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/994271/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/226007/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Caversham Wildlife Park to feed the kangaroos, cuddle a huge-ass wombat, pat the koalas and all the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/505419/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/212207/IMG_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/319363/IMG_0791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/4070/IMG_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/964437/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/666096/IMG_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/708712/IMG_0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/121347/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/242205/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/630449/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/675258/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/860494/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/55306/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/452492/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/593769/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last stop was at the Margaret River Chocolate Company (Swan Valley) for a quick sweet fix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116765254776101999?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116765254776101999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116765254776101999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116765254776101999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116765254776101999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/backyard-tourist.html' title='Backyard tourist'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116763906917281728</id><published>2006-11-17T16:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:11:09.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Tsunami</title><content type='html'>Finally we had dinner at Tsunami Sushi Restaurant in Mosman Park. I'd been wanting to try it for ages and have only heard good things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite busy on the Friday night we visited and I had booked quite late so the only tables available were outside. It was quite nice outside in the garden under the fairy lights minus the bugs and cold wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/219295/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the tsutsumi age and tataki for starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/639805/IMG_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/721609/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/318460/IMG_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/788497/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the pantagonian toothfish - karai (the sauce was very hot and spicy) and the wagyu sirloin stonegrill for mains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/210679/IMG_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/382467/IMG_0774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/921404/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/593708/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/800520/IMG_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dessert was a sampler of black sesame, green tea and ginger icecream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/649741/IMG_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/659524/IMG_0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both very full (perhaps too full due to our greediness) and will be back to try the omakase menu. Sometime soon I hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116763906917281728?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116763906917281728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116763906917281728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763906917281728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763906917281728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/dinner-at-tsunami.html' title='Dinner at Tsunami'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116763721122619252</id><published>2006-11-16T16:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:40:11.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza making at Mike &amp; Yen's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/396098/IMG_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/433187/IMG_0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116763721122619252?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116763721122619252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116763721122619252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763721122619252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763721122619252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/pizza-making-at-mike-yens.html' title='Pizza making at Mike &amp; Yen&apos;s'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116763702740756474</id><published>2006-11-15T16:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:37:07.743+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your papa?</title><content type='html'>Beard Papa's has opened up a store in Morley Galleria in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw an ad for it in the JA news (Japanese newspaper) and quickly emailed Cheryl about it. She was the one who first introduced me to their delicious shu kurimu (cream puffs) and heavenly chocolate fondants. The aroma of Beard Papa stores are intoxicating, especially the one at Tennoji train station. You just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when a Beard Papa store is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rui and I trekked up north of the river just for a box each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/565640/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/385493/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't as big as the ones in Japan and the puff shells weren't as soft, but the thick, creamy vanilla bean filling was just as tasty. Hopefully the fondants will be better when they start selling them. You just can't beat Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116763702740756474?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116763702740756474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116763702740756474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763702740756474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116763702740756474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/whos-your-papa.html' title='Who&apos;s your papa?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116547109684853163</id><published>2006-11-05T14:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:58:16.926+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit by the Governor of Hyogo</title><content type='html'>Governor Ido was in town with delegates from the city of Ako. As a Hyogo Goodwill Envoy, I received an invitation to a welcome BBQ reception to be held in Rockingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dragged Brendon along and had a nice time chatting to some lovely people over a yummy lunch, and caught up with Steph too. It was well organised with a petting zoo set up, face-painting, tastings of the south's tasty seafood and wines and performances by a childrens' choir, Aboriginal dance group and Scottish band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/316858/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/43166/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Governor Ido making friends with a snake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/634353/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/94595/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/928693/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/906597/IMG_0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy sitting next to me had his face painted like a lion - so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/77815/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/263354/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/81359/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then visited Brendon's Aunty Gina who lives in Rockingham. In the 30 minutes we took to get to her place from when we called her to say we would be dropping by, she made us ricotta and spinach pastries and cheese and sweet relish crackers - she's such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/625271/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/774746/IMG_0739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116547109684853163?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116547109684853163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116547109684853163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116547109684853163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116547109684853163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/11/visit-by-governor-of-hyogo.html' title='Visit by the Governor of Hyogo'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116546859910342727</id><published>2006-10-30T14:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:16:39.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you freakin' crazy!?!</title><content type='html'>$12.99 per kg?! These are the most expensive bananas I've ever bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/842465/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/171866/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2 for a banana ~ that's insane, yet so tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116546859910342727?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116546859910342727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116546859910342727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116546859910342727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116546859910342727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-you-freakin-crazy.html' title='Are you freakin&apos; crazy!?!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116427095345891812</id><published>2006-10-21T17:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:10:46.143+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike &amp; Yen's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Finally the big day for Yen and Mike ~ how excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As us girls woke up mega early to be at Yen's parents' place by 6am, the boys were still in bed at the apartment only to wake up at 8am to play xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to chat, giggle and eat without ruining our makeup as we got ready and took photos. Helping Yen into her dress was a complete riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/918279/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/815487/IMG_0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/138333/IMG_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/995291/IMG_0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/955479/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/587121/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/817182/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yen and her dad on the way to Cottesloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/327065/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/765012/DSC02703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather was beautiful and the setting and music was perfect. Yen looked gorgeous and seeing Michael at the end of the red carpet grinning like a freakin' lunatic was absolutely classic. Seriously one of the best weddings I've been to. Short, sweet, simply beautiful and a true reflection of the new husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/120190/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/213729/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/846449/IMG_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/15269/IMG_0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The groomsmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/532388/IMG_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/721560/IMG_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The teary, sneezey, "all look alike" bridesmaids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/524654/IMG_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/760254/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/962389/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/337680/IMG_0557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cruising in the limo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/681903/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/354555/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/663131/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/918914/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kings Park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/399045/IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Matilda Bay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The setting and view at Matilda Bay Restaurant was beautiful and intimate. But most importantly, the food was so good and tasty. Everyone I spoke to said it was excellent and damn, how good was the bread?! Our lovely waiter even brought around some more for us after he saw how quickly we wolfed ours down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"It's like we've never eaten bread before" - Bonnie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/73583/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/271115/IMG_0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/594789/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/304906/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/914628/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/244600/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/473641/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/1600/77211/IMG_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4558/230/320/138029/IMG_0616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All the best to you guys! I hope you had an amazing day and thank you for allowing us to share it with you. We couldn't be any happier for you both! xox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116427095345891812?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116427095345891812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116427095345891812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116427095345891812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116427095345891812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/mike-yens-wedding.html' title='Mike &amp; Yen&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116262052869569625</id><published>2006-10-14T15:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:28:23.566+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sarah</title><content type='html'>Went to Northbridge for a very filling Italian dinner before heading to The Brass Monkey for Sarah's birthday. Good times, good laughs. Haven't been out to Northbridge with those girls for a very long time. And suddently there is a big, grassy patch where Redheds/Pallas used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we were missing was 'Chips'. Thanks for the great night ladies. It's been far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday sweetie ~ hope you had a good one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116262052869569625?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116262052869569625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116262052869569625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116262052869569625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116262052869569625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy Birthday Sarah'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116261904267335812</id><published>2006-10-13T14:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:17:30.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Food my friend</title><content type='html'>Lunch with Rui - Ohnamiya's yummy chicken udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to cook dinner for Brendon and his sister. Tonight's menu was napolitana pasta (it was instant pasta, don't get too excited), blanched broccoli and asparagus, roasted herb potato wedges and pan-fried lamb (marinated in some BBQ spices I found in the pantry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ofcourse dessert...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either I'm an awesome cooking sensation of a girlfriend or I just have way too much time on my hands. Me thinks the latter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116261904267335812?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116261904267335812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116261904267335812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116261904267335812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116261904267335812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-my-friend.html' title='Food my friend'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116262001635592293</id><published>2006-10-07T14:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:06:08.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth Royal Show</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to the Royal Show since high school. I think the last showbag I ever got was the Stick &amp; Pop bag and the healthy Yellow Brick Road box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Show is held every year for one week during the spring holidays. It's kinda like the world expo (but on a MUCH smaller scale - much, much, much smaller!) and is more focussed on WA's agriculture and produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's guest nation was Japan and they had asked for volunteers to help out at the Japan Pavilion. So as a Hyogo Goodwill Envoy I volunteered and got free entry into the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to catch up with the others while wearing happi coats, chatting about what we missed about Japan and informing the crowds when ASIMO would be next apprearing. ASIMO, Honda's most advanced humanoid robot, could talk, dance, kick a soccer ball and put on a show for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0393.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0393.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The samurai guy guarding the sake samples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116262001635592293?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116262001635592293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116262001635592293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116262001635592293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116262001635592293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/perth-royal-show.html' title='Perth Royal Show'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116056062447346334</id><published>2006-10-02T18:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:04:59.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early for breakfast and started our spa treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0266.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0266.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My scrambled eggs with sun-dried tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonnies' pancakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were waiting for our turn, Meng Yen and I busted out the Scrabble set. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How awesome are my letters - not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls relaxing with tasty ginger tea after our full body massage, body scrub, vichy shower and colour therapy steam deck session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we had our champagne lunch...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and headed to the Valley of the Giants for the tree top walk. Check it out if you ever get out there, the views are beautiful (not to mention the hot Brazilian tourists).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove to the beach to watch the sunset at Elephant Rocks and Greens Pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0336.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0336.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0352.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0352.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0354.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a lovely dinner at The Observatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Followed by drinks, manicures, Trivial Pursuit and loads of laughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0370.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0370.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egg in a pot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0375.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0375.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drive was long and tiring but well worth it. Thanks for the awesome time girls, we should do it more often. Yen - I hope you enjoyed your hen's night and weekend away just as much as we did! "Roadtrip - WOO!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116056062447346334?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116056062447346334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116056062447346334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116056062447346334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116056062447346334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/10/getaway-part-2.html' title='Getaway - Part 2'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116169905442693714</id><published>2006-09-30T22:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:13:39.450+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Yen's weekend away began in the very early morning and most of us struggled to get enough sleep and we headed on our roadtrip to Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0229.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0229.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our hen's only request was that we have a lunch stop somewhere so we wouldn't miss the footy final. We ended up at Mt. Barker's pub to watch the game. Then finally arrived at Chimes Spa Resort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0239.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0239.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let the fun begin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116169905442693714?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116169905442693714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116169905442693714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116169905442693714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116169905442693714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/getaway-part-1.html' title='Getaway - Part 1'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116055167268713898</id><published>2006-09-29T15:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:28:01.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yen's Night Out</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0121.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda was dinner and dessert at The Old Swan Brewery followed by drinks, dancing and dares at Red Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on Yen had already expressed her concerns to the bridesmaids,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You know how some people say that they don't want strippers and stuff but deep, down they really do? Well deep down, I really don't. Strictly no strippers or spanking!" (with memories of Marina's hen's night still fresh in her mind).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So being the good girlfriends we are, we adhered to her requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0168.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0168.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0216.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0216.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us haven't gone dancing in a club for yonks. The music was loud and unknown, the only good looking guy was the glassie, we were tired and needed a coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Am I doing this right? I feel like we need glowsticks or something" hahaha &lt;em&gt;*classic*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a lot of fun to paint the town red with the girls again (with 3 of them flying in that night).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you had a great night sweetie! Can't wait for the big day to see you in your dress, proper veil and all. How freakin' excitement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116055167268713898?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116055167268713898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116055167268713898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116055167268713898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116055167268713898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/yens-night-out.html' title='Yen&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116054860857584429</id><published>2006-09-27T15:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:36:48.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we again?</title><content type='html'>It was great to catch up with some JET girls the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity had driven up to Perth for a few days and organised dinner. We went to arirang in Subiaco because Lisa used to be the manager there. We missed ya! So this one's for you sweetie - you'd be pleased that we really enjoyed our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0167.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0167.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116054860857584429?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116054860857584429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116054860857584429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054860857584429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054860857584429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-are-we-again.html' title='Where are we again?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116054684049559778</id><published>2006-09-24T14:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:07:21.126+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many cooks mean too much good food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brendon had people around his house on Saturday for a BBQ-footy-fest. Was very impressed by the burger meat patties El and Pete made. They were so tasty and freakin' huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bau and El busy cooking while the boys were inside watching the footy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0131.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0131.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was to Ron's house for a homemade dinner. Very impressive. Same time next week eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;soup &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;entree &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0134.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0137.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0137.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Green tea cake from Cakes Delight in Applecross (they also do a 'durian cake' there and the 'pear william' is another favourite). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Li'en organised a surprise dinner on Sunday for Choong's birthday. Well done for pulling it off - his expression through the door was priceless! Choong is a very lucky guy. Li'en is an amzing cook ~ the creamy mushroom pasta and Oreo cheesecake were delicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0156.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0161.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116054684049559778?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116054684049559778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116054684049559778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054684049559778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054684049559778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-many-cooks-mean-too-much-good-food.html' title='Too many cooks mean too much good food'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116054364203001425</id><published>2006-09-20T13:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:14:03.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How to settle in</title><content type='html'>Making up for being away (and getting to act like a kid again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0057.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0057.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen and the boys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating out at your favourite restaurant (again and again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0097.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0097.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brendon and Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking - Brendon's first attempt at carbonara and my first attempt at shucking fresh oysters with a butter knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from our mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't use thickened cream unless you want your carbonara sauce very, very think and very, very rich.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use a tea towel or protective gloves when shucking oysters. Even better, a proper shucking knife!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Going out with friends who you haven't seen in ages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116054364203001425?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116054364203001425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116054364203001425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054364203001425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116054364203001425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-settle-in.html' title='How to settle in'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116044940557713495</id><published>2006-09-03T11:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:03:25.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day HG style</title><content type='html'>Japan celebrates Father's Day on the third Sunday of June, where as us folk in Oz celebrate it on the first Sunday of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Gay (aka HG) is a Kansai comedian known for his crazy gyrating, pelvic thrusting antics, famous catch phrase "Foooo!" and black, pvc hot pants, studded vest, sunglasses and cap outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw HG on TV doing some variety show out front Himeji Castle. I remember laughing and thinking, "What the hell is this guy wearing? and doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of my boys in class would randomly yell out "Foooo!" and one boy even acted as HG during one of the shopping role plays we did (ie. he entered the classroom 'shop' with "Fooo!" and told the shopkeeper that he wanted to buy "black shorts, black no sleeve t-shirt, black glasses and black cap.") The other kids loved it and the other teacher and myself couldn't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HG is from the town Kakogawa. Lisa lives there and says her kids think HG is a hero. One of the teachers I teach with went to the same high school as HG in Kakogawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy HG costumes and figurines from Tokyu Hands. Although I was a little startled to see that you could win plush Winnie the Pooh and Stitch (from Lilo and Stitch) toys dressed up as HG from the UFO catcher machines. Should have taken a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clip is one of my favourites (and there's English subtitles too). Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFKpriH8s0g"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFKpriH8s0g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116044940557713495?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116044940557713495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116044940557713495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116044940557713495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116044940557713495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/09/fathers-day-hg-style.html' title='Father&apos;s Day HG style'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-116044719264996261</id><published>2006-08-30T11:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:26:32.906+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me some wheels</title><content type='html'>I finally got car. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a second-hand, silver, 5 door hatch - easy to park and easier to drive. Yep, I copped out and got an automatic. After having driven manual ever since I got my licence, I decided to be slack and auto is just so much easier. One can do many more things whilst driving - applying lipgloss, eating a burger, looking at a road map, having a drink...all safely done ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only problem is that I don't have enough control and power to take off quickly at a set of lights. That and my left arm and leg seem to be getting bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0115.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-116044719264996261?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/116044719264996261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=116044719264996261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116044719264996261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/116044719264996261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-me-some-wheels.html' title='Got me some wheels'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115864250238995089</id><published>2006-08-18T14:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:08:22.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>It's been fun playing with Callum and Sean again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have grown up quite a bit and I find myself being &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; aunty who gasps,&lt;br /&gt;"Look how big you've grown!"&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Come here and give me a hug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeks! It has come full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night the boys stayed over and we played lego. That familiar crunching sound of rummaging through the lego box for the right piece brought back childhood memories of hours spent on the lounge room floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brendon came over the boys had already gone to bed, so he decided to build a house for them to play with the next morning. This is the house that Brendon built...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Backyard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The upstairs bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids loved it (that is until Sean smashed it to pieces) but I think Brendon had the most fun building it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115864250238995089?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115864250238995089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115864250238995089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115864250238995089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115864250238995089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115864046808931879</id><published>2006-08-12T13:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:34:28.206+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out</title><content type='html'>A few friends from Japan asked me if I'd keep my blog after I returned to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm," I thought. "Well, it'll go something along the lines of...Today I went to the shops and bought milk and bread. The End." Not exactly exciting stuff. Just everyday occurrences in Japan made for interesting posts. Going to the shops to buy milk and bread would lead to an adventure of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we're not from Australia and we've never been there before. So you have to keep writing so we can decide if we want to visit you or not," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. But don't blame me if they're lame. I see my days ahead full of exciting things like organising a phone, car, doing clerical stuff like health insurance, car insurance and *smack in the face from reality* looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now understand all the information we got about dealing with reverse-culture-shock, the importance of getting back into a routine, going out, catching up with family and friends. For me, the mere thought of being here and realising that I'm not on holiday and that I won't be returning to Japan anytime soon is simply depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to getting out and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to The Red Herring for Pamela's birthday. It was really good to see the girls again and catch up since Marina's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115864046808931879?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115864046808931879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115864046808931879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115864046808931879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115864046808931879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-out.html' title='Getting out'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115863807543659895</id><published>2006-08-11T12:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:54:35.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad apples suck</title><content type='html'>The more people I come across, the more I relate to a bumper sticker I once read,&lt;br /&gt;"The more peope I meet, the more I like my dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a dog but if I did, I'm sure that I would like my dog more. I can't get over how rude people are here. I never really noticed it before I went to Japan. I think I always came across really nice people. But now it's so in-your-face obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't keep comparing things to Japan but I'm in reverse-culture-shock mode so I'm allowed to until I become jaded again. But has common courtesy died? Is it too much to ask for good service or a smile nowadays? (you know you're getting old when you use words such as 'nowadays')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that even in Japan you got people like that. I'm sure you get that all over the world. But wouldn't the world be a nicer place? You get good apples, you get bad apples. But the bad apple ratio here just seems to be a whole lot higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115863807543659895?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115863807543659895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115863807543659895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863807543659895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863807543659895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-apples-suck.html' title='Bad apples suck'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115863852703688663</id><published>2006-08-10T12:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:02:07.116+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy family</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my brother and sister-in-law! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I arrived, my sister-in-law gave birth to a very small and cute baby boy, Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeks! now that's 3 nephews' birthdays I have to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115863852703688663?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115863852703688663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115863852703688663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863852703688663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863852703688663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-family.html' title='Happy family'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115863687280913885</id><published>2006-08-10T12:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:34:33.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello reverse-culture-shock</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my new room (my sister's old bedroom) looking at my suitcase and coming to terms that I wasn't on holiday anymore when I heard the all too familiar droning of Brendon's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told him not to bother about picking me up from the airport because my flight was so late but he dropped by my house about 1am. Thanks babe, it meant a lot to me and made me forget about jumping on the next plane back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't I a lucky girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what have I been up to since I got back? Not much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been constantly cleaning, unpacking, washing, ironing and just relaxing and slowly settling back into Perth and the lifestyle here. Laying low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some food photos to keep you hungry hippos happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum made chinese dumplings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One night Brendon and I went out to dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant in northbridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Duck and mushroom noodle soup with stuffed chicken wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prawn dumpling noodle soup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is for you Sue-Yen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nandos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115863687280913885?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115863687280913885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115863687280913885' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863687280913885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115863687280913885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-reverse-culture-shock.html' title='Hello reverse-culture-shock'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115849857165923394</id><published>2006-08-09T22:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:02:56.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Nippon</title><content type='html'>While I've been living at Cheryl's house, I'm been living a very comfortable lady of leisure lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi company knows who I am and I haven't had to trek up that hill for almost a week. I've been able to sleep late and sleep in. I go out for lunch at all my favourite places one last time. I walk up and down all the malls one last time (unfortunately I can't buy anything because my suitcase is already overweight and I've sent 7 boxes home). It is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living out of a suitcase isn't the life for me and as much as I love this place, I do look forward to going home. Who am I kidding? I don't want to leave but a holiday back home would be a nice refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up early, take my last taxi to the station and struggle with my heavy suitcase and bags to the airport bus stop in Sanners. Chieko is already waiting there for me. Gai-sensei and Taniguchi-sensei are also there to see me off. They had all offered to drive me to the airport but I think I need to get on that bus by myself and go through the airport by myself and say goodbye to Japan by myself. You know, getting closure and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the bus and waved to them through the window as the bus drove off. My suitcase went through fine and the flight to Singapore allowed me to sprawl across 3 seats while my mind tried to digest that I was leaving. It really was 'the end of an era' - haha well quoted matey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After so many meals, movies and duty-free shopping, I eventually arrived in Perth around midnight. It was cold. It was quiet. My parents picked me up from the airport. Driving back home, looking out the window realising where I was, my heart sank and the tears started. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did I leave? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss Japan already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115849857165923394?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115849857165923394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115849857165923394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115849857165923394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115849857165923394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/sayonara-nippon.html' title='Sayonara Nippon'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115848880360201091</id><published>2006-08-07T18:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:10:16.660+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>For my last day in Japan I headed to Kyoto with Marissa and Sue Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a bit of shopping and walked around in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to Sanners and Marissa went off to a dinner engagement while Sue Yen and I went to a very oshare cafe which I've always wanted to go to. It's on the side of Daimaru and opens out onto the sidewalk. The waitstaff are suited up immaculately and they only serve drinks, cakes and sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After walking around and trying to soak up as much as I could, it slowly hit me that I would be on a plane tomorrow. Leaving for good. It felt weird. Hello anxiety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Chada Thai for a dinner of pad thai, pineapple rice and cashew chicken. So tasty but we just couldn't finish it between the two of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we met up with Marissa again, along with Leigh and Alison and headed to Junkara for our last karaoke session. Our first room had a technical problem so we were moved into the safari room - check out the zebra print seats. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the ashtray cymbals and Leigh's makeshift drums &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Our last song was chosen by Marissa. Goodbye by the Spice Girls - oh so very appropriate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my friend(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So glad we made it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time will never change it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for the memories guys! Thanks for sharing my fan-Japan-tastic experience with me and making it that much more enjoyable. Gonna miss you guys heaps. All the best and keep in touch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115848880360201091?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115848880360201091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115848880360201091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848880360201091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848880360201091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115848624756119912</id><published>2006-08-06T17:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:44:07.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last hair appointment at D:UC. I'm going to miss their amazing service (wash, style cut, blow dry, head and shoulder massage, complimentary drink and chocolate/rice crackers - and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I headed to Chieko's place in Takarazuka. Chieko and Jun were already kitted out in their yukatas. Sue Yen lent me one of hers since I'd already boxed and sent mine home. Chieko's mum helped put mine one and served us homemade anmitsu - delicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After picking Sue Yen up from the station, we walked to Chieko's family friend's apartment which was right by the river, where the Takarazuka fireworks were being set off. We had an awesome view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards we sat inside eating and talking. We met Noriko, the daughter of Chieko's mum's friend. She works as a flight attendant for Cathay Pacific and now lives in Hong Kong. She also did a year exchange in Perth when she was a high school student.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at Chieko's place eating homemade chirashizushi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about 11pm when we finally decided to go to karaoke. It was an all nighter session but luckily Chieko was driving so we didn't have to wait for first trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got home about 4am, showered and knocked out. Chieko gave us vodafone t-shirts to wear to bed - it was her present to us as she used to work for them. When we finally got up the next day Chieko's parents prepared a huge brunch of burgers, fresh bread and fruit. We were so spoilt. We picked up Jun and dropped Sue Yen home for her shodo lesson. Then they dropped me back to Cheryl's place and headed to Porto Bazar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mecha arigatou Chi-chan to Jun-chan! Totemo tanoshikata! Ogenkide!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the evening I headed to Sanners for my last Starbucks matcha frappuccino while waiting for Alison, Marissa and Leigh. Met up with Sue Yen again and we headed to Lois Cafe for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wandering the streets of Sannomiya on a summer night - gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115848624756119912?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115848624756119912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115848624756119912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848624756119912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848624756119912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115848030205231229</id><published>2006-08-04T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:09:19.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Takoyaki party</title><content type='html'>Today I met up with Sue Yen before she had work. We went to Osaka for lunch at a Korean place. I had the yakiniku set (yakiniku for lunch?! I have to do it all before I leave) and she had the kimchi bibimbap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That evening I went back to my apartment block because my neighbours threw me a takoyaki farewell party. It was so tasty. Yusuke bought fresh Akashi octopus for the takoyaki and an assortment of sashimi. We made a variety of takoyaki with cheese, kimchi and sausages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ever so thankful for my lovely neighbours who helped me settle into my life in Japan. It was great to have such wonderful and caring friends living next door. Yusuke and Noriko have already moved to a new mansion, I've just left and soon Eric and Kanako will be moving to a new place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115848030205231229?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115848030205231229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115848030205231229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848030205231229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115848030205231229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/takoyaki-party.html' title='Takoyaki party'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115847853458583406</id><published>2006-08-03T15:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:35:34.703+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sweet pineapple</title><content type='html'>Leigh and I have been hankering for hawaiian pizza for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza in Japan is an experience within itself. They like toppings such as mayonnaise, corn and other things you wouldn't really think of. Couldn't we just bring a can of pineapple to them at ask them to put it on top? *sucking air through teeth* &lt;em&gt;hmmm chotto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh came up with a glorious revealation one night. How about we order a normal ham and cheese pizza and put our own pineapple on top? Even better, how about we pan fry the pineapple first so it'll be hot and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a pizza night was organised and I met up with him after work, lugging a can of pineapple in my bag. We headed to Domino's and there was a 'new item' on the menu - Tropical pizza. It had ham, cheese, corn, mayo and onion. Needless to say we asked for no corn, mayo or onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miwako brought a really sweet rockmelon (melons are really expensive here) and we had a surprise strawberry roll cake for Sam's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Gakuentoshi's local karaoke joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sam's &lt;em&gt;ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adrian being discreet while pouring shouchu under the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a fan of karaoke but I've come to enjoy it a lot with the 'socially exclusive' Kobe crew. Nothing beats Alison's showtunes, Leigh and Marissa's disney duets, Sam's random rap selections and the interpretive dances. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our final song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115847853458583406?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115847853458583406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115847853458583406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115847853458583406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115847853458583406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-sweet-pineapple.html' title='Oh sweet pineapple'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115839678477200779</id><published>2006-08-02T17:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:53:05.080+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Apartment 205</title><content type='html'>I got up early and was having my last breakfast when the tatami-changing guys came. Not impressed - they were too early I hadn't even put my suitcases out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at Cheryl's place until I fly off so during the past few days I've been slowing dropping things off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying my final bills and getting my stuff together, I was dropped off at Cheryl's place. Goodbye apartment 205 - my home for 2 years. I'm going to miss that place a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I had my last eikaiwa class. It was so sad (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not getting any younger, Chris. You have to hurry up and get married so we can visit you in Perth." They cack me up. Saying goodbyes is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl was in Tokyo for a conference so I got full reign of her place. I was in charge of feeding her fish and watering her plants - hope they survived. It was just a bummer that we couldn't have hung out more, but I did see her off when she went to Tokyo. I owe you big time sweetie, thanks so much for everything! Missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kocho-sensei asked me to go out for dinner on Wednesday. He invited Maetsubo-sensei and Niboshi-sensei too. He took us to Maiko Villa and we dined at Mira Mare, an Italian and French restaurant on the top floor of the hotel. The view of the bridge and the ocean was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115839678477200779?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115839678477200779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115839678477200779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839678477200779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839678477200779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/sayonara-apartment-205.html' title='Sayonara Apartment 205'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115839489134435917</id><published>2006-07-31T16:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:05:00.640+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One last time</title><content type='html'>I spent all day doing last minute cleaning and packing. My apartment looked so bare. Kind of like how it was when I first moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Leigh and Marissa went to Suma beach and dropped by later. Thanks for the coolish guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolish is a delicious ice cream drink in a plastic bag tubing type package. It rocks. Especially in summer. Available from most convenient stores, it's like drinking melty ice cream or a thick shake in a bag. Yummo. You can get vanilla, mango lassi and french pear. I prefer mango lassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/farewelltokyo_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I headed to Porto Bazar to meet up with some ex-students for dinner, Mariko and Minami. They look so grown up from when I used to see them in their school uniforms. One is studying English at a foreign language university in Kyoto, and the other is off to the US to study English and business. She previously did a year exchange in Texas during high school. They were both a pleasure to teach and I'm so glad they are doing what they want to do and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Tooth Tooth restaurant - highly recommend! Great place for a date - as my student commented. Beautiful view of the bridge and water, tasty food and reasonable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photos but accidentally deleted them because I thought I had already downloaded them. Eeiiidiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the bridge from my balcony one last time. Watered my plants. Sat on my couch and watched a little TV. I tried to do everything. One last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115839489134435917?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115839489134435917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115839489134435917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839489134435917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839489134435917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-last-time.html' title='One last time'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115839177431354206</id><published>2006-07-30T14:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:58:53.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sue Yen and I headed to Spa World again so I could try the European themed floor before I had to leave my beloved Nippon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we were greeted with a mega long line of families, kids and young gangs of bikini, board-short clad, tanned bodies. Our thoughts of a nice, quiet, relaxing soak session soon disappeared when we realised Spa World was having a special 1,000 yen summer holiday deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded. But luckily most people were there for the pools. We got to cover up in the lavender-scented mud, soak with gummy sharks swimming underneath us, brew in a bath of herb tea, sweat it out in the salt sauna and just relax and get squeaky clean. Although I still prefer the Asian themed floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice and clean with our mango smoothies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we headed back to Umeda for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sue Yen left for another engagement and I met up with Hiroko to say goodbye. She had just come from a wedding party and looked gorgeous. I took her to Elephant Cafe and she said she would take her husband there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as I arrived at Tarumi station I got a call from my adopted-Japanese-father-sensei. He wanted to drop off some gifts for my parents and myself. His mother makes Japanese dolls dressed in real kimonos. He gave me one dressed in a gold kimono, along with bizenyaki cups and some Shizuoka green tea. Then he decides that we should go out for one last eating drinking session. He drives me back to my place so I can drop off my stuff and he calls Nakai-sensei to come along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had also just got back home and hadn't had dinner. So he took us to this traditional sushi bar where he introduced us as his 'other' daughters (Nakai-sensei and I are the same age as his daughter). The food was fresh, huge and delicious. Simple yet so tasty. Although by the end of it, even though I love sashimi, I was getting a bit sick of the very overwhelming rawness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh local oysters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Akashi octopus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The chef's recommended selection&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like fresh? The chef grabs a fish swimming around in the tank and cuts and slices it. He bends the remaining body and bends it to make a dish with the slices of sashimi sitting in the middle. Eeks! Then when I take this photo, the fish starts twitching (head and tail) when my flash goes off!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensei makes us eat way too much and the sake, beer and shouchu keeps comin'. He knows that I don't really drink so he orders cold oolong tea for me. But Nakai-sensei is a tank! She politely keeps drinking everything Sensei gives her. Respect yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It gets late and we have to catch the last train. We say goodbye at the train station and Sensei gives money to Nakai-sensei for our train tickets and taxi fair to get back to our apartments. He told me that he treats me like a daughter because when his daughter went to study and work in Mexico, she told him the locals looked after her and welcomed her into their families. He really appreciated the kindness shown to his daughter and so wanted to do the same for me, a foreigner living in another country. It was so sad saying thank-you and goodbye to him. I'll always remember him waving to me with his pink, smiling face as I walked through the train gates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_1014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting for the last train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115839177431354206?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115839177431354206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115839177431354206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839177431354206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839177431354206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-sunday.html' title='Sayonara Sunday'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115839346358218494</id><published>2006-07-29T16:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:57:44.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lost earring</title><content type='html'>With only 2 more days left in my apartment, I spent all day cleaning, vacuuming, packing, throwing out stuff and just getting everything organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miwako invited me out for dinner in Sanners so I was looking forward to getting out. When I got out of the shower and looked straight into my mirror, I realised that one of my diamond studs was missing *cue dramatic music - Bum BUm BUM!* Not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the backing of it in my bath tub and feared that my earring had gone down the drain. I looked everywhere! All over my apartment, in all the corners, cleaned out the drain, sifted through the vacuum bag - everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up, I sadly went to dinner but soon forgot all about it chatting and eating sea slug things in a Vietnamese restaurant. Thanks for the lovely night Miwako! Mecha arigatou! Samishii ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;However there is a happy ending to this lost earring story (unlike all my other ones).&lt;br /&gt;Having to vacate my apartment soon, I was desperate to find my earring (I refused to believe it had fallen down the drain - c'mon, what are the odds?!) The next night after stumbling home late, I decided to have one last look. Armed with a torch, I pressed my cheek on my shower floor (only because I had scrubbed and cleaned it the day before) to look under my bath. I saw a little twinkle. Excited and full of hope, I made an awesome MacGyver thing with 2 chopsticks and sticky tape. When I slowly pulled it out from under the bath, my earring was revealed. Hooray and so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115839346358218494?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115839346358218494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115839346358218494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839346358218494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115839346358218494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-lost-earring.html' title='Another lost earring'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115833762101562131</id><published>2006-07-28T01:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:53:14.180+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Maiko</title><content type='html'>It was my last day at Maiko today. It was sad. Heart-breaking really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit I've been slowly clearing my drawers, desk and locker. My desk is so bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought slices of Marui-pan's apple pie for all the teachers and office staff. When I told her that I was leaving, Mrs Marui-pan gave me a huge discount and a free ice milk tea. She's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave out all of my last thank-you letters, cards, photos and gifts. Teachers kept giving me presents and cards. It was hard to control the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gai-sensei and Senou-sensei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my last lunch at the bento shop. Being summer, unagi is the season's favourite dish. I don't understand how grilled eel served on hot rice with sauce is so popular during the hot, humid summer. Woulnd't something cold be more appropriate? But it was super tasty and satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perfect timing - my Maiko baseball hat and shirt order arrived just in time. I put it on straight away and wore it around the staffroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0994.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0994.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my baseball boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When it was time for me to go I packed up all my stuff and prepared for the worst. Kocho-sensei announced that all the teachers were to see me off at the front gate. As I walked down the hallway and cleared my shoe locker, I couldn't hold back the tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As soon as I got to the front door, it was waterworks central. All the teachers, office staff and students who were at school for club or whatever had made a guard of honour from the front door to the school gate. They clapped. I cried. I tried to smile. They took photos. I kept crying. I bowed. I said thank you's. I waved. I shook hands. I hugged. I sobbed. Eventually I made my way to the gate, walked down the steps, and like any good predictable movie ending, I turned back and waved and said goodbye to Maiko through tear-filled eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am forever grateful for my placement at Maiko and so thankful to all the teachers and students who showed me the heart and soul of Japan. I'm going to miss Maiko a lot. Thanks for the memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night I was invited to a student's house for dinner. Now before you start singing to me ("..and here's to you Mrs. Robinson.." thank you very much, Alison) it was his mother that invited me because I had helped her son (a 3rd year student) with an English speech and other English work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I invited Leigh along and he was the perfect guest. He impressed them with his Japanese and made them laugh with his Osaka-ben. I thought he would be a great encouragement to my student too because he studied a foreign language in high school and university and is now living in a foreign country with a job that utilises his foreign language ability. I think that impressed my student a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The home-cooked dinner was delicious. We were stuffed on asparagus bacon rolls, gyoza dumplings, tempura, vietnamese spring rolls and this tofu dish with slimy beans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to Leigh's place, running for the bus (we are awesomeness) and eating ice cream with Alison.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Leigh - I owe you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115833762101562131?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115833762101562131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115833762101562131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115833762101562131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115833762101562131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-maiko.html' title='Sayonara Maiko'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115831440119389908</id><published>2006-07-27T18:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:14:31.023+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating &amp; Farewells</title><content type='html'>A few teachers and myself went to Adzukian for a long lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggplant cooked like agedashi tofu - totemo tasty and healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went for dinner with Kawatobi-sensei and Tanaka-sensei. I also introduced them to Cheryl, who is also a very keen hiker. I took them to the thai/vietnamese place in Tarumi and I finally tried the pad thai. It was a huge serving (I was defeated) at a very good price but I still prefer Baan Thai's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanaka-sensei gave me a book of photographs capturing the beauty of Japan's distinct seasons. The images are amazing and I hope to see them in real life some day. Kawatobi-sensei gave me a Japanese-style hair clip that I promised to wear with my yukata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening I met up with Nakai-sensei and took her to Malibu. We shared the Malibu salad and a white fish pasta. With only one main chef guy in the tiny kitchen, the food takes a little while to come out but it's always really good. Alison and Marissa joined us after they had dinner at the thai/vietnamese place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner Nakai-sensei and myself picked up some desserts from Sweets Garden and went back to my place for tea. She is so sweet and really cute in her expressions. We talked about work and she brought over photos of her family and exchange trips to Canada and on the Hyogo Floating University (which drops by Perth). She literally lives down the road from me and I wish she had been placed at the school earlier so we could have hung out more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss all of them a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115831440119389908?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115831440119389908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115831440119389908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115831440119389908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115831440119389908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/eating-farewells.html' title='Eating &amp; Farewells'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115734319536834300</id><published>2006-07-24T12:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:31:10.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingyo = Goldfish</title><content type='html'>Tonight I met up with Noel for dinner. After walking around awhile trying to find a place to cater for our indecisive tastes, we went to Kingyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingyo is a cosy, izakaya style restaurant specialising in Okinawan food. I've been there with some teachers before and remember walking out very full and very satisfied. Tonight was just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funky Okinawan decor featured an illuminated indoor pond with goldfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss you Mr. B - all the best with your future plans, maybe see you in Japan again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115734319536834300?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115734319536834300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115734319536834300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115734319536834300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115734319536834300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/kingyo-goldfish.html' title='Kingyo = Goldfish'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115734185666548159</id><published>2006-07-23T12:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:13:57.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Days</title><content type='html'>Sue Yen stayed over my place and then she headed to her shodo (Japanese calligraphy) lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Alison, Marissa and Leigh for dinner in Sanners. The Kobe crew have been telling me so much about this restaurant called 'Asian Days' and I've always been busy on the days they've planned to go there. But tonight I finally got to try the famous all-you-can-eat dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good for Japan (especially the fried dumplings they brought out first) and the price we paid, but I guess I'm just used to Perth's standard dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0933.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My beautiful sayonara flowers brightening up my apartment ~ bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115734185666548159?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115734185666548159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115734185666548159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115734185666548159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115734185666548159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/asian-days.html' title='Asian Days'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115729394183663737</id><published>2006-07-22T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:36:58.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More eating and farewells</title><content type='html'>After the eating marathon that took place last night, I dragged myself out of bed to meet up with my ESS girls for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took me to Cino, a nice Italian restaurant in Akashi by the water. The pasta and pizzas we ordered were fresh, simple and very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are so sweet. One of them was an ESS student last year and is now studying Russian and English at university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls standing behind the taco ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After lunch we went to take some purikura (print club stickers). Being my last time with them, we decided to ... cos play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We chose the sailor suit school uniforms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That evening I met up with Keita in Sanners. While waiting for Sue Yen to get in after work, we went to the beer garden on the roof of Sogo department store. He had just pulled an all nighter in Osaka so both of us were in no state to take advantage of the all-you-can-eat-and-drink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we met up with Sue Yen and he took us to some funky restaurant/bar. I can't remember the name but it was near the KR&amp;AC ~ ii osusume ne! Keita's gorgeous girlfriend, Asami joined us after she finished work and they showed us photos of their holiday in Bali from their new, waterproof camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0926.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Ogenkide - matane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115729394183663737?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115729394183663737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115729394183663737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115729394183663737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115729394183663737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-eating-and-farewells.html' title='More eating and farewells'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115728047106156542</id><published>2006-07-21T18:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:19:18.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Bakamono club</title><content type='html'>The Bakamono club strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been so busy that we haven't had a bakamono club meeting all this term. I'm really grateful that even though the teachers had parent-student interviews, exams and what not going on, they managed to organised a final sayonara party for me. It was also so good to see some teachers who left Maiko last term and are working elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They presented me with a bunch of flowers, a beautiful ceramic, hand-painted, wind chime bell (common in Japan around Spring time) and a furoshiki cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black sesame tofu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sashimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Computer-sensei loves her nihon-shu, with 'service' of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though we've all been busy, during the week two teachers and I would have a tea-time break and just sit back and relax for a bit. In that time they decided to have a Chris-quiz at the bakamono dinner. I had to think of my top 3 favourite places in Japan, top 3 favourite Japanese foods, top 3 memories of Japan and the top 3 things in Japan that shocked or surprised me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths-Tennis-sensei would ask the other teachers to guess and I would have to say "PING PONG" (correct) or "BU BU" (incorrect). If their answer was correct, he would peel off the paper to reveal the answer. He is classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and drinking loads, a few of us headed to a cafe for round 2! I had a fruit parfait with a cup of tea. Needless to say I was oh-so-stuffed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had such a great night and will miss these teachers dearly. They really made me feel welcome and I'm so thankful for their kindness and letting me into their lives to experience and enjoy 'Japanese culture'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115728047106156542?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115728047106156542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115728047106156542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115728047106156542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115728047106156542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-bakamono-club.html' title='Sayonara Bakamono club'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115634988822677678</id><published>2006-07-20T01:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:53:39.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the tears begin</title><content type='html'>Finally the day had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day of school (for the students) before the summer holidays, meaning my last closing ceremony and my farewell speech. I had prepared two speeches. One for the teachers in the staff room (Japanese) and one for the closing ceremony (Japanese and English) held in the gym in front of all the teachers and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened but when vice principal-sensei called me up to do my speech in the staff room, something clicked - I think reality switched [ON]. All the teachers stood up and faced me and I started to feel nervous. I smiled and said "Ohayou gozaimasu" then bowed. They did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened. The tears just started flowing. I couldn't blink them back. I guess I was 'overcome with emotions' but I couldn't continue with my speech for about 2 minutes (though it seemed like forever). I looked up at Principal-sensei and said "sorry, excuse me" and he told me to "take my time." So there I stood, giving my speech in Japanese with tears running down my cheeks. I was so embarrassed and must have looked dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my speech I had to 'freshen up' before the ceremony in the gym but each time a teacher would come over to me to say "Thank you" or "You spoke Japanese very well" or gave me a goodbye present, the tears came back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery writer-sensei gave me one of his books and he even signed it for me. He thanked me for all the times I spoke English to him and for taking the time to talk to him. Music-sensei gave me a miniature pair of wooden geta. She said they weren't new but knew I would appreciate them because I was really interested in Japanese culture (she had made such a fuss when she saw my wannabe maiko photos). Another teacher gave me sakura tea and matcha milk packets. Another teacher gave me a Japanese tea ceremony whisk because he knew I was part of the tea ceremony club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the teachers must have thought I was a nutter after my waterworks show because before I headed to the gym for the closing ceremony, they all told me to "stay calm," "do your best," and "good luck." This time I was a bit more prepared for my emotions as I had a pink Burberry handkerchief with me (another gift from a teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at my students' smiling faces, their shouts of "Hey Chris!" and their polite little bows made the tears well up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris, is this your last time at Maiko?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will you go back to Australia? Please come back to Japan."&lt;br /&gt;"I am shocked! I am very sad."&lt;br /&gt;"I will miss you. Please don't forget us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I not get emotional when my kids say these things to me? Especially when they try so hard to say it in English.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard not to cry during my speech, I didn't want to leave that impression with them. I wanted to leave a happy and thankful one, not a sad and emotional one. Switching back and forth from Japanese to English, I could stall and pretend I was having trouble with my pronunciation but really I was just buying time to calm myself down so I wouldn't start tearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did much better than before. I thought I was home free but then some members of the student council came up and did a thank you speech in English for me (in English!!) and presented me with a huge bouquet of flowers. Hello tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what gets me is that I probably won't see many of them again. I hope to be able to return for the 3rd years' graduation ceremony next year. They were my 1st years when I first started teaching, and now their already 3rd years! I'm going to miss them a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the afternoon the tea ceremony club had a last practise. Tea-sensei gave me a farewell present; a bamboo tea whisk and the proper powered green tea used for tea ceremony. I performed tea ceremony for the last time at Maiko. I concentrated really hard to get it right that I forgot about how sad I was and how much my legs were hurting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are photos of the new 1st year students learning the basics, while the older girls and I happily ate the brown sugar manju sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That evening I was invited to Sakamoto-sensei's house (part-time English teacher) for dinner. She made a delicious home-cooked dinner (yellow coconut curry and cold shabu-shabu pork salad) and I brought Reve Chef's strawberry shortcake for dessert. Her English is really good as she lived in Canada for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got home, I was cheered up by what was left on my doorstep. Cheryl, knowing that I was upset from my closing ceremony, had left me a colourful pot plant and a tasty, Japanese style dessert that came in a beautiful, Japanese clay cup. Thanks sweetie, you made my night! I'm going to miss you heaps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My kitchen floor and red table - oh how I will miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0884.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0884.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115634988822677678?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115634988822677678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115634988822677678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115634988822677678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115634988822677678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-tears-begin.html' title='Let the tears begin'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115598957754272989</id><published>2006-07-19T20:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:12:58.106+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Home cooked goodness</title><content type='html'>On the menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobo (burdock), konnyaku, renkon (lotus root) and ninjin (carrot) cooked 'Japanese home-cooked style'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried squid with chilli mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Japanese side dishes (similar to osechi - Japanese New Year food) black soy beans, tofu, seaweed mixed with vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sashimi (mackerel soaked in vinegar and kombu seaweed) eaten with freshly grated ginger and soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewed pumpkin with minced chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grilled unagi (eel) with pickled cucumber and sesame seeds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assorted mushrooms baked in butter and mirin, teriyaki chicken, rice with roasted nori seaweed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this was made by Kiyoko. &lt;em&gt;Sugoi!&lt;/em&gt; She is an amazing cook. Makoto and I just kept on eating and eating and she just kept cooking and bringing out more and more food. After a short time-out, we had tea and cakes I bought from Reve Chef.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such a lovely couple. I'm going to miss their funny stories and warm hospitality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115598957754272989?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115598957754272989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115598957754272989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598957754272989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598957754272989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-cooked-goodness.html' title='Home cooked goodness'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115598699520503154</id><published>2006-07-18T19:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:29:55.436+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating outings</title><content type='html'>Met up with Cheryl, Claire, Adam and Krystal for kaiten-sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire has been hankering for sushi and is trying to eat as much as she can while in Japan. Unfortunately for Cheryl, who is allergic to fish, this means sticking to the egg, prawn, octopus and other non-fish plates. You'd be surprised at just how many non-fish plates they have at kappa-sushi. We especially like the chocolate parfaits and cheese cake slices that tempt us each time they go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday after work I met up with Cheryl and Claire again but this time for some mexican. Cheryl took us to a small, funky mexican restaurant north-west of Kobe station. The taco box sets and fresh fruit smoothies were totemo oishii da yo! We left very full and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ii osusume Cheryl-san!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0841.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0841.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115598699520503154?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115598699520503154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115598699520503154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598699520503154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598699520503154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/eating-outings.html' title='Eating outings'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115598343180407339</id><published>2006-07-16T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:50:53.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara sessions begin</title><content type='html'>Today my night class held a farwell lunch for me. We went to a little Japanese restaurant and had an amazing lunch - so tasty and so filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0815.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all gave a little speech and gave me a Japanese cloth fan and case. I could feel tears creeping into my eyes as I said my little thank you speech but I managed to blink them back. I'm going to miss them so much, they've really become a part of my 'Japanese family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0816.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went back to Hideko's place for tea, snacks, more dessert and singing with Megumi on violin and Katsu on the ukulele. It's unique moments like these that I will miss the most - moments that make me realise that I'm in such a foreign place but feel so at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chestnut cream cake and strawberry shortcake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I met up with Kanako and we went to Lois Cafe for dinner. The last time I saw her was when Kelly was over in Japan and we went to Luminarie together...ages ago! She is such a sweetie and her ability to speak Japanese, English, Spanish and French is freakin' awesome. Much respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for meeting up with me even though you had your finals on! xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115598343180407339?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115598343180407339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115598343180407339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598343180407339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115598343180407339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-sessions-begin.html' title='Sayonara sessions begin'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115574386039285401</id><published>2006-07-15T00:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:50:20.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe, Sweet Kobe</title><content type='html'>Met up with the Kobe crew and took them to the Thai/Vietnamese place in Tarumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kobe, how I will miss thee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and all the sweetness you have to offer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115574386039285401?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115574386039285401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115574386039285401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115574386039285401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115574386039285401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/kobe-sweet-kobe.html' title='Kobe, Sweet Kobe'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115418611840891305</id><published>2006-07-11T00:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:15:18.533+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Katsu is one cool cat because...</title><content type='html'>...today he revealed his secret love - WWE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us about how he always watches Word Wrestling Entertainment and even printed out character profiles from the Internet for us to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115418611840891305?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115418611840891305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115418611840891305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115418611840891305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115418611840891305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/katsu-is-one-cool-cat-because.html' title='Katsu is one cool cat because...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115387985526472973</id><published>2006-07-10T10:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:07:58.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumelicious</title><content type='html'>Tonight I invited Cheryl, Krystal and Claire over to my place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 2 types of curry and the yoghurt garlic cucumber salad that Claire taught me. Cheryl made an awesome salad and brought the bread. Krystal brought yummy fuwa fuwa cream cake things (which I ate for breakfast) and Swiss Miss hot chocolate. Dessert was courtesy of Claire's visit to Sweets Garden at Tarumi station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the lovely night girls! I'll miss them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115387985526472973?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115387985526472973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115387985526472973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115387985526472973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115387985526472973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/yumelicious.html' title='Yumelicious'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115346596975928821</id><published>2006-07-09T16:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:06:56.433+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip to Mt. Shosha</title><content type='html'>Makoto and Kiyoko picked me up in the very early morning for our drive to Mt. Shosha. It was a good thing that we started early as it really heated up around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Engyoji Temple, founded about 1000 years ago by Shoku, a Buddhist priest who received special spiritual enlightenment from Monju, the god of wisdom and intellect. It's also famous for being filmed in the movie, The Last Samurai. But besides that, it really is a beautiful place. The old, wooden buildings are amazing and it's a great hike (although we took the cable car first then hiked up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one monk that had really good English and he was able to explain things to me. I also finished my temple book and am now on my second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0701.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0701.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Kakogawa for katsu meishi. Apparently it's very popular in Kakogawa, and Makoto found a 'highly recommended' katsu meishi restaurant on the internet. It was really tasty. A piece of beef, breaded and fried, then sliced and placed on top of rice with a stew-like gravy poured on top, served with some boiled cabbage on the side. After a morning of hiking, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch set also came with dessert and tea/coffee served in dainty Wedgewood teacups and saucers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired from all the walking but managed to make it to Sanners for dinner. Claire is in Japan visiting for a week or so. It was really good to see her again and hear about how she's settled back into Perth. We went to Lois Cafe for dinner, followed by dessert at Mother Moon Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0774.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115346596975928821?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115346596975928821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115346596975928821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115346596975928821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115346596975928821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/road-trip-to-mt-shosha.html' title='Road trip to Mt. Shosha'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115381176777576016</id><published>2006-07-08T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:48:15.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara in Himeji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Hyogo JET Sayonara party was held at the Coconuts beer garden in Himeji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really good to see and catch up with people that I haven't seen in ages, especially from up in the Tajima area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's rainy season and it started raining as soon as I got there. But with all you can eat, all you can drink and big beach umbrellas, I'm sure many still managed to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron &amp; Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0666.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0666.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roman &amp; Dan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my favourite monkeyman, Zack (no banana this time) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kinosaki Kerr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With the Awaji 1st year girls; Lauren, Iona &amp; Buyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lovely Lisa - gonna miss you girl, always making me laugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0677.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0677.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Hyogo Miako, Jane, Jen, me &amp; Lisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0677.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mei-"Eat here or take away?"-yen &amp; her pimp Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason &amp; Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0681.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0681.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmin &amp; Dan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan &amp; Tomomi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zack with his monkey ears and monkey tail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0686.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0686.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cody (fresh straight from Tokyo), Kelly, Mei, Evan &amp; Zack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0687.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0687.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly &amp;amp; Lauren at our conbini stop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an early start the next day so I caught a last train back with Jane. Very glad I was nice and cosy in bed instead of a karaoke room floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115381176777576016?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115381176777576016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115381176777576016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115381176777576016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115381176777576016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-in-himeji.html' title='Sayonara in Himeji'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115346320559090863</id><published>2006-07-07T14:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:28:43.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever so grateful</title><content type='html'>Today's lunch was cold noodles - hiyashi chuuka. This little restaurant's version was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the English teachers held a farwell party for me. It was at the top of a building near the JR Sannomiya station, west exit and had an awesome view of the city. It was nice to see the city gradually light up when it became dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was traditional Japanese izakaya style and I had such a nice night talking to the teachers I have been teaching with since I've been in Japan. I had to do an impromptu speech and I could feel tears building up when I did the toast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been really lucky to have such a great bunch of teachers to work with and to help me out whenever I needed a hand at school or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0659.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0659.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0665.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0665.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115346320559090863?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115346320559090863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115346320559090863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115346320559090863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115346320559090863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/ever-so-grateful.html' title='Ever so grateful'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115345671203170803</id><published>2006-07-05T13:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:38:32.116+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Get some Thorpey into ya</title><content type='html'>With the weather getting more hot and humid, my morning treks up that hill to the bus stop is really taking it out of me. So I decided to try the new Thorpedo sports drink now available at the vending machine near my bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0551.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0551.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0550.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0550.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict? It tastes refreshing, not too sweet and with a hint of citrus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115345671203170803?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115345671203170803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115345671203170803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345671203170803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345671203170803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-some-thorpey-into-ya.html' title='Get some Thorpey into ya'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115345945854185407</id><published>2006-07-04T13:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:24:19.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams are on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been really busy preparing exam papers, recording listening tests and marking exams. Marking a whole lot of exams. But I don't mind, especially when we go out for long lunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to miss going out for lunch with some of the teachers. Not only do I get taken to different restaurants and get to try different meals, I'll miss our conversations in mixed English and Japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0605.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0605.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the train home after my night class I got a message from Zack. A few of them were down at Suma beach and having their own fireworks show for the 4th of July. Suma beach is quite nice at night with all the summer beach bars opened up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0613.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0612.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0612.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chicken skin and mince gyoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0634.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0634.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zack singing the national anthem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0640.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0640.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0643.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0643.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Liberty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Roman and the tea light candle)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0653.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0653.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While we're singing Bryan Adams, a drunk Japanese couple with a guitar stumble across us and join us. Yay for Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS - Happy birthday sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115345945854185407?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115345945854185407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115345945854185407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345945854185407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345945854185407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115345610240131897</id><published>2006-07-03T12:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:30:06.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of our local foreign food store</title><content type='html'>Cheryl had Krystal and I over for dinner tonight. It was really good to catch up with Krystal because I haven't seen her in ages and she'll be moving to Tokyo after JET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Cheryl's house in ages, perhaps the last time was when Brendon was here and we dropped by to feed her fish, clear her mail and water her plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she still has these notes up on her fish tank. They still make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a thai green curry with chicken and vegetables and Cheryl made a really tasty hot, coconut soup and another curry with vegetables and tofu. She also made a yummy sago/tapioca coconut dessert with fruits. Sure they came from packets from the foreign food store but we sure know how to whip 'em up good. It was also perfect for the hot, humid weather we're having right now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummo! Thanks Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115345610240131897?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115345610240131897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115345610240131897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345610240131897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345610240131897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/courtesy-of-our-local-foreign-food.html' title='Courtesy of our local foreign food store'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115345422357634877</id><published>2006-07-02T11:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:57:04.113+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsuyu - the rainy season</title><content type='html'>It was going to be a great game; Maiko High School versus Kensho High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and I woke up very early on Sunday morning to see our baseball boys play against each other. We were looking forward to some friendly rivalry and Cheryl even wore her Kensho sports t-shirt. But alas, the rain. When we got to my school it was raining pretty heavily and the game was cancelled. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my 2nd year OC boys never fail to make me laugh. Also I was very impressed with my 1st year boys who tried speaking to Cheryl to English. Why don't they ever speak that well in my class?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back home to start the packing and cleaning. The countdown has begun. My apartment is getting barer, my boxes are getting fuller and my heart is getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115345422357634877?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115345422357634877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115345422357634877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345422357634877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345422357634877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/tsuyu-rainy-season.html' title='Tsuyu - the rainy season'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115345066118025512</id><published>2006-07-01T11:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:57:41.833+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Home cooking</title><content type='html'>Tonight Sam and I were invited to the home of another assistant language teacher for a nice home cooked indian dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishat's son will be visiting Perth for 3 days on board Hyogo's Floating University later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fazil, Nishat &amp; Sam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nishat cooked up a wonderful dinner. Boy, do I miss home cooked food (besides my own). Fazil even made us some 'pan' using ingredients straight from his own garden. It's usually eaten after dinner to help in digestion and it's also meant to be good for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0585.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0585.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Kit Kat's latest product - a 5 year anniversary special for Universal Studios Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My home cooked chicken and bak choy udon noodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0564.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115345066118025512?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115345066118025512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115345066118025512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345066118025512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115345066118025512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-cooking.html' title='Home cooking'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115344943087121916</id><published>2006-06-30T09:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:37:11.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The legend of Tarumi</title><content type='html'>This is based on a true story that happened on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after a long, hard week at work, two friends decided to meet up for dinner because they hadn't seen each other for quite some time. Let's call them Cheryl and Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Cheryl's original plan was to go to &lt;em&gt;Brazil&lt;/em&gt;, a local restaurant they would often visit. But when they got there, they weren't in the mood for what was displayed out in the restaurant's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl said she had heard of a really good thai restaurant in Tarumi. There was a rumour, no - &lt;strong&gt;a legend&lt;/strong&gt; of an amazing thai restaurant near the undercover shopping mall that people from near and far would trek to in order to satisfy their thai food cravings in this foreign land. Of course Christine didn't believe her at first but the thought of hot thai food was just too tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With not much else knowledge of this place, the two friends set out to find it. After asking various shop owners and walking around, they were just about to give up because they were so tired and hungry (oh so hungry) when they saw....a sign! Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They followed the sign around the back alleyways and stumbled upon a little restaurant called &lt;em&gt;Asian cafe &amp; dining.&lt;/em&gt; The legend was true - they could hardly believe their eyes (or noses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were ecstatic (okay, maybe Christine moreso). She couldn't help but leap for joy and hug Cheryl for telling her about the legend. A thai restaurant in Tarumi? Who would have known?! How come she had never heard of it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat in excitement and awe of the nice, cosy decor, great range of asian drinks, desserts and delicious food. The prices and servings made their smiles even wider. They promised to return in order to try more on the menu. The two friends were able to catch up and leave very satisfied with very full bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken pho set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0575.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0575.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawn green curry set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/320/IMG_0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Such a shame that Christine only found out about this hidden treasure with about a month left in Japan.&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/7901953-115344943087121916?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115344943087121916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115344943087121916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115344943087121916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115344943087121916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/legend-of-tarumi.html' title='The legend of Tarumi'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901953.post-115344347647450419</id><published>2006-06-28T09:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:57:57.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got...</title><content type='html'>...instant cool and respect from my male students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do another presentation in the gym the other day. I'd done up yet another powerpoint presentation with lots of photos, animated slide transitions and things to keep my students from falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students had already gathered in the gym and were sitting down while another teacher and myself were setting up the projector and equipment. As I was hooking up my laptop onto the stage, I pulled the cable too much and it dragged the projector off the table and it crashed onto the floor. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on the teacher's face and my face must have been gold because the male students sitting in the front row were in fits of laughter. They gave me the thumbs up and said, "Good job, Chris!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901953-115344347647450419?l=heychristinecheng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/feeds/115344347647450419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7901953&amp;postID=115344347647450419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115344347647450419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901953/posts/default/115344347647450419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heychristinecheng.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-got.html' title='How I got...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491196539095217027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4558/230/1600/IMG_0173.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
