<?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-6608448</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:46:40.881+10:00</updated><title type='text'>melted ice</title><subtitle type='html'>short stories created by myself. random thoughts, and so on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-3882390849878518685</id><published>2008-06-26T23:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:47:03.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>finally comes my dream holiday! it has been almost 20 years, i always wanted to go to europe, my dream destination! this time i am going there with my favourite person and i will get to meet the lovely nan, aunty and uncle... i am very very excited. i cannot wait until november. but i know it will come fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are planning to visit vienna, salzburg, munich, zurich, paris, london and bristol. i will be spending my birthday in one of my dream cities, might be salzburg, might be munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not got final approval for my annual leave from my boss yet, therefore we cannot book airline tickets or accommodation at the moment.but i have started looking at tickets and hotel deals. it is good that i do not have to study this semester. i have enough time to do research and plan for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is, i have to pick up my german, at least the basics. i finally got a chance to speak to native german speakers, and i do not want to waste this opportunity. also, a few days ago, i just found out, a colleague understands german. so i spoke some german to her, but instead of talking to me in german, she translated whatever i said into english. funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing worries me is Miaome. i miss him already. i hope that he would have a nice "holiday" at the cattery. i hope that he would enjoy talking and playing with other cats. i hope that the lack of freedom would not torture him too much. Miaome, my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired recently. too much overtime, too much pressure. the good thing is, i have learned a lot in the past few weeks. i noticed quite a few things which i had not noticed before. we are getting there. tomorrow we should be able to finish with the year end. and by the end of next week, hopefully auditing will be finished. and then everything will be a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-3882390849878518685?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/3882390849878518685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=3882390849878518685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/3882390849878518685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/3882390849878518685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-926072795103658598</id><published>2008-03-08T17:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:39:58.531+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a greek holiday - "shirley valentine"</title><content type='html'>an english housewife cooked everyday while having a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays they had eggs and chips&lt;br /&gt;thursdays they had a steak&lt;br /&gt;and the wall is her best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day her friend won a holiday for two&lt;br /&gt;and they went to the beautiful greek island&lt;br /&gt;where they saw lovely white houses&lt;br /&gt;beautiful blue sea and the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her friend left her alone for some one night stand&lt;br /&gt;she made her dream come true by&lt;br /&gt;sitting at a coffee table having a glass of wine by the sea&lt;br /&gt;and the stunning sunset made her cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kind dark greek man came to her side&lt;br /&gt;inviting her to go sailing with him the next day&lt;br /&gt;"you are a beautiful woman but i will not try to make a fuck with you&lt;br /&gt;as a boat is a boat and a fuck is a fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they went on the boat and sailed away&lt;br /&gt;they talked and laughed and flirted&lt;br /&gt;and swam naked and kissed and made a fuck&lt;br /&gt;the boat was shaking and it felt like an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't go back home&lt;br /&gt;she stayed on the island served coffee by the sea&lt;br /&gt;she told her husband the only romance she had was with herself&lt;br /&gt;when she found her long lost life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the husband came to greece to find his lost wife&lt;br /&gt;he dressed in a suit looked tired walking on the sand&lt;br /&gt;he didn't recognize his wife because she changed so much&lt;br /&gt;she didn't look like the wife and mother but herself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she asked&lt;br /&gt;"would you like to have a drink with me?"&lt;br /&gt;so they sat together at the coffee table by the sea&lt;br /&gt;watched the stunning sunset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-926072795103658598?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/926072795103658598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=926072795103658598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/926072795103658598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/926072795103658598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2008/03/greek-holiday-shirley-valentine.html' title='a greek holiday - &quot;shirley valentine&quot;'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-4627025916513756446</id><published>2008-02-14T18:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:31:35.279+11:00</updated><title type='text'>to cos</title><content type='html'>to my favourite person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the very best thing that ever happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be with you always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人节一定要有礼物吗？不是的。只要有你，我就很开心。跟你在一起的感觉，每天都是情人节。说到礼物，你总是很细心地留意到我的喜好，动不动就给我买合我心意的东东。东东我当然喜欢，但是更让我感动的是你的细心和体贴。我其实有时候觉得很惭愧，因为都没有这样的细心，来发现你所有的需要。虽然说你该有的也都有了，不过如果我有你这么细心的话，也还是应该能够时常给你惊喜的。害羞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos, you always surprise me with something I like. You always noticed what I needed or longed for. It is not just the presents that make me happy but more because of the way you paid attention. You are the best hubby ever. I feel truly blessed to have you in my life. One day I hope I can do the same for you, surprise you in a pleasant way like you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-4627025916513756446?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/4627025916513756446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=4627025916513756446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/4627025916513756446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/4627025916513756446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-cos.html' title='to cos'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-8136365581990817898</id><published>2007-10-21T19:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:08:23.859+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back</title><content type='html'>i haven't got time to write anything here, even when i was super-tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great bbq party yesterday. it was great to see all those lovely faces in our new house!&lt;br /&gt;we managed to open that wine cellar yesterday! wow, it is brilliant! i love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am back to study, even i have a headache right now. i have to. i cannot wait to finish that exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will have our cat this Friday! i am so excited!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of got a promotion at work. but i am not really happy. maybe i have become a very greedy person. well, i hope not. i think i am very nice. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-8136365581990817898?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/8136365581990817898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=8136365581990817898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8136365581990817898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8136365581990817898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-back.html' title='i am back'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-8947880636608595224</id><published>2007-09-03T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:57:02.602+10:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to myself</title><content type='html'>I find myself updating this blog whenever I feel tired! Isn't it strange?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I want to tell myself to be happy, so that I don't normally write unhappy things in my Chinese blog.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is that all the unhappy things in my life are pretty much related to work, and I don't want to think about work at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is really happy at work.&lt;br /&gt;The company made big profit. However who benefits from the increase in sales? - Definitely not us employees.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to hang on a bit longer to see what happens next. I know I will feel guilty if I leave now. Although I am not really happy staying here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is: the Strategic Management Accounting is quite interesting. It is somehow related to some subjects I had done in my MBA studies. And some old memories come back too. Not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still writing the story. I enjoy writing it very much, esp. it seems that some blog friends really enjoyed it. That makes me feel satisfied. Some feel sad after they read the story, because that made them remember their own sad bits of life. &lt;br /&gt;The good thing is: Life always treats you well after you suffered a lot and learned a lot. At lease it is the case with me. &lt;br /&gt;I would call myself lucky too. Thanks for looking after me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-8947880636608595224?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/8947880636608595224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=8947880636608595224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8947880636608595224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8947880636608595224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/09/talk-to-myself.html' title='talk to myself'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-1610271991495426146</id><published>2007-07-19T21:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:41:47.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i need some sunshine.</title><content type='html'>i am very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;we moved in our lovely new house. it is still a big mess everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of a home owner? - Yes, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is soooooo much to do at work! so much... you could never finish.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, somehow, everything will be sorted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine eventually.&lt;br /&gt;this is life.&lt;br /&gt;it is a tree, always grows.&lt;br /&gt;it is a sunflower, always cries for sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-1610271991495426146?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/1610271991495426146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=1610271991495426146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/1610271991495426146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/1610271991495426146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-some-sunshine.html' title='i need some sunshine.'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-173643813650322028</id><published>2007-04-22T22:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:34:22.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>flat out</title><content type='html'>This week has been so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I am not very happy with some people's certain behavior at work. But there is not much I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at a few places on Saturday. There was a townhouse I liked a lot. &lt;br /&gt;I have not finished studying the CPA stuff as I had planned for myself. I am so tired. I actually felt like I was going to throw up last night, and I stopped reading. I continued writing the story on my Chinese blog instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I have not done any studies today. I feel so stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get up at six tomorrow morning so that I can go to work early and finish the bloody payroll, since Wednesday is public holiday. I do not understand why some people are so bad with their personal finance matters. They act as if they wait for one more day, they will run out of money and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to be happy again. &lt;br /&gt;I am so stressed. &lt;br /&gt;There is too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I believe next month when I am done with the stupid exam, things will be a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-173643813650322028?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/173643813650322028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=173643813650322028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/173643813650322028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/173643813650322028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/04/flat-out.html' title='flat out'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-8665110872387433627</id><published>2007-04-08T21:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:27:47.481+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>I had a really great day today. We went to mum and dad's house. My sister in law and her partner were also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had beautiful lunch and dessert. The roast lam was so juicy and tasty! We talked all afternoon, shared photos of mum and dad's Tasmania trip and our China, Singapore and Malaysia trip, over a couple of drinks, laughing...I was so happy. I finally know what a happy complete family is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly blessed to have such wonderful parents in law and sister in law. Thank God for letting me have the sweet family happiness, which I always longed for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-8665110872387433627?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/8665110872387433627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=8665110872387433627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8665110872387433627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/8665110872387433627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-7159613845605225001</id><published>2007-03-17T00:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:26:58.641+11:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God it is weekend!</title><content type='html'>This week has been very stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti's mum passed away. Ti has been away for one and half weeks. I had to do all her work. I had to run the office by myself, when Vit went for medical appointments and the funeral this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very sad, when I heard Ti crying on the phone. I started crying when I heard the news that her mum's brain was dead and the hospital had turned the machine off, leaving her body breathing by herself. I knew, at that time that she's gone. &lt;br /&gt;But when you think about the good side: she has had a good life, with eight children and twenty-two grandchildren. She had a nice daughter, who has lived with her for 46 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not managed to achieve my work target yet because of all these unpredictable changes. But I have done a fair bit work; I should be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be busy too. We have a birthday party to go to tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find enough time for CPA study, and also for relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I try to enjoy life as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-7159613845605225001?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/7159613845605225001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=7159613845605225001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/7159613845605225001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/7159613845605225001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-god-it-is-weekend.html' title='thank God it is weekend!'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-5262972578581663137</id><published>2007-03-01T22:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:27:35.441+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back from holiday!</title><content type='html'>We are back from holiday on the 26th. I started working today. It was not too bad. Although there is a lot of work to catch up with, I somehow managed to take it easy. I felt quite relaxed, perhaps still in the holiday mode, have not switched back to my normal working mode yet. They did not help me to do any of my work when I was away (except those statutory requirements that were due before I came back）. My boss always believed that I can do it. So I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still pretty much a mess at home. I did some cleaning, but there is still a lot to be done. Cos helped me with some laundry yesterday. It was good. He is very helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will have to start my 2nd subject of the CPA programme. I am not in the study mood yet. But time went fast. I have to catch up somehow. I'd better start studying this weekend. I don't want to put myself in any trouble or too much stress due to lack of time later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got Cos' bad habit. I think about work even at home. There is just too much to do. And you can never finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-5262972578581663137?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/5262972578581663137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=5262972578581663137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/5262972578581663137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/5262972578581663137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-back-from-holiday.html' title='I am back from holiday!'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-1468601947692681516</id><published>2007-01-25T21:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:09:39.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going home</title><content type='html'>I am going home next week, with Cos. I am very excited. I feel restless. Soon I will see those old beautiful faces. Yummy food. I could almost smell them now. I dunno why, sometimes I feel it is easier to be myself in English, although it is my second or used to be the third language. Maybe it is just because my English is not good enough for me to hide anything from myself yet. I don't need to hide anything from others, simply because I cannot be bothered; and also I have nothing to hide. Sometimes I cannot believe how blunt and straight I have become. Sometimes I try to be a little bit more political, but it is not really my way of living. It is too tiring. Maybe that is why I love Australia so much. I don't enjoy the life in China where people have to wear a mask all the time, sometimes even when they are with their friends. I am not saying Chinese people are fake. I just think that China is a place where it is hard for people to be themselves. I have read lots of stuff from Chinese people's blogs. Many times they are worried about stuff which will be considered as non-sense here in Melbourne. They have to put up with so much shit in their daily life. I feel truly blessed that I have found Australia as my new home, a home that I have chosen for myself. I feel so sad when I think of the nice people in China, who cannot live their life as they wish, who have to put on a mask and do things they do not really want to do but have to. A simple example is social drinking. Drinking for me is a very enjoyble experience. Talking with friends while drinking is a wonderful thing to do after work or on weekends. But in China, many people have to drink for business sake. People in every country drink for business sake, you may say. The thing is in China people have to keep drinking to give other people "faces" even they are just about to throw up. And this does not only happen in business meetings, but also in friends' parties. I feel sad, when I see stories like this. Drinking itself is to get the true you out of you, to feel the best you could feel, to throw up the worst you have been hiding from everybody including yourself. I drink because I enjoy it, not because somebody wants me to. I guess it is really wonderful if you could be yourself and do what your heart desires and go wherever you wanna go. So next week I am going home, where I came from, where I was brought up; with Cos, to see that place again; to see what has changed since last time I left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-1468601947692681516?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/1468601947692681516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=1468601947692681516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/1468601947692681516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/1468601947692681516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-going-home.html' title='I am going home'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-115712091710421142</id><published>2006-09-02T00:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:33:30.200+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos - my lovely hubby!</title><content type='html'>Cos &lt;br /&gt;I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;You are really funny&lt;br /&gt;You are talking non-stop&lt;br /&gt;singing along&lt;br /&gt;with some stupid love songs&lt;br /&gt;keep annoying me&lt;br /&gt;no, I mean interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;from writing my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do do do do"&lt;br /&gt;You go&lt;br /&gt;You are talking like a little baby boy&lt;br /&gt;Your lovely cute smile&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;"I will fuck you until you die,&lt;br /&gt;and bury you and kiss this town good bye"&lt;br /&gt;That is really bizarre&lt;br /&gt;but we really like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I will love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;I think that&lt;br /&gt;without you it will be the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;it's silly&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;just let me love you till I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-115712091710421142?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/115712091710421142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=115712091710421142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/115712091710421142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/115712091710421142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2006/09/cos-my-lovely-hubby.html' title='Cos - my lovely hubby!'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-115460196702318689</id><published>2006-08-03T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:12:29.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to do something SERIOUS</title><content type='html'>I need to do something serious&lt;br /&gt;I have spent too much time on Sohu blogs lately&lt;br /&gt;browsing, browsing, browsing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many interesting people out there&lt;br /&gt;too many moving stories out there&lt;br /&gt;too many beautiful pictures out there&lt;br /&gt;You just CANNOT have it all&lt;br /&gt;NO, unfortunately NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to do something SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;SO... What is life all about?&lt;br /&gt;working, working, working...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and APPARENTLY that is not enough!&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK you have worked hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;No! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;You still got to study the whole lot of shit........&lt;br /&gt;to get the BLOODY CPA qualification&lt;br /&gt;for the better future.&lt;br /&gt;BUT what is BETTER? What is a BETTER FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is it all about LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM a bit CONFUSED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-115460196702318689?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/115460196702318689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=115460196702318689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/115460196702318689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/115460196702318689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-to-do-something-serious.html' title='I need to do something SERIOUS'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-108288586979118136</id><published>2004-04-25T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:50:07.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Single</title><content type='html'>It is nice to be single. I can give you an example. I met a friend from India this afternoon in the city. He just got married a few months ago and now his wife is pregnant. I could see how happy he was when I asked about his wife and future kids. His smile was very beautiful, I would say. So I guess, there is one thing good about being single: you have too much room to dream for your future happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to be single. I can give you another example. I met an aussie guy on the street the other day while I was walking to my aunty's place. He stopped me on the street and asked whether I was from China. I said "Ya", and he said, 'I studied in Beijing for three years.' And then we started to talk in Mandarin! How cool is that, and we left phone number to each other. He is a drum player and said he would like to go to some concerts with me. I said "maybe" and smiled. And today, he called back. So I guess, there is one thing good about being single: you never feel guilty when you talk to strangers on the street and go out with any guys whenever you feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you know and I know, it is BAD to be single. &lt;br /&gt;In example one, you find out that relationship is a lie and marriage is a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In example two, you find yourself fall in love with a guy you originally just wanted to have some casual fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST of all, it is always true, that you don't want guys who want you. You only want the guy who doesn't want you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's all your own fault. STOP DREAMING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-108288586979118136?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/108288586979118136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=108288586979118136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108288586979118136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108288586979118136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2004/04/night-five-i-am-single-it-is-nice-to.html' title='I Am Single'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-108288428103809085</id><published>2004-04-25T19:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:49:36.017+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk</title><content type='html'>I met a woman on the train. She dressed in black but looked sexy. She started to talk to me. She told me she lost her mobile phone on a taxi and couldn't get it back, and she lost her job two days before that. It was on Thursday night that I met her. She fell out from the stairs on Monday but didn't get hurt seriously. I listened with great empathy. It seemed to me that she was looking for some comfort and confidence in herself. So I told her. 'stay positive, don't put too much pressure on yourself, things will get better and you will be fine.' I told her, 'you look good', when I felt that she might started to lose confidence in herself, and my compliment worked obviously. After she got off the train, I was thinking, how lucky I was. On Tuesday I just found a new job. At the time I met her, I just had great korean food with my friends in Carnegie. I also felt warm when I was thinking of someone. But life is strange, as it usually is. Something changed that night, after I made a few phone calls. Right now I feel hollowed. But it might not be bad after all. Cos you never know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-108288428103809085?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/108288428103809085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=108288428103809085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108288428103809085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108288428103809085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2004/04/night-four-random-talk-i-met-woman-on.html' title='Random Talk'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-108073422655839070</id><published>2004-03-31T21:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:48:46.425+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Survey</title><content type='html'>She got a strange phone call tonight. It was a man who was doing a special project. He asked whether she could help with the project. She wondered how could he have ever got her phone number and even known that her name was Shmily. "So what is the project all about?", she asked. He said, "Oh, it's all about sex." She was shocked and her face turned red all suddenly. "So how can I help you?... I mean, why should I help you?" she asked. "Oh, we are working in the sexual industry. Some adult website and publications, media want to do a survey for your age group. And they are paying for you to do this." "Oh really?" She smiled. She was thinking that sometimes she had to pay to talk sexually with a man on the phone, but this time she would get paid for it. "So how comfortable will you be to talk about such things?" The man was asking. She smiled, "I will be OK." That was an interesting talk, for Shmily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are strange in this world, don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-108073422655839070?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/108073422655839070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=108073422655839070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108073422655839070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/108073422655839070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2004/03/night-three-adult-survey-she-got.html' title='Adult Survey'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-107941297994384936</id><published>2004-03-16T15:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:47:05.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars and Diamonds</title><content type='html'>When we were 18, we fell in love; &lt;br /&gt;we used to look at the shining stars together. &lt;br /&gt;He told me he wanted to give me a star. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "I feel I have got everything when I am here with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were 23, we looked at the sparkling diamond rings together. &lt;br /&gt;He told me he wanted to give me a wedding ring. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "It doesn't have to be a diamond ring, as long as you love me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were 28, he told me he fell in love with another woman. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "What can I say, if stars and diamonds have lost their meaning?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-107941297994384936?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/107941297994384936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=107941297994384936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/107941297994384936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/107941297994384936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2004/03/night-two-stars-and-diamonds-when-we.html' title='Stars and Diamonds'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608448.post-107906787855629097</id><published>2004-03-12T16:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:45:36.537+11:00</updated><title type='text'>When Henry met Diane</title><content type='html'>He happened to pass by the Cafe when Diane was sitting there. He was attracted immediately, not by Diane, but by the music. It was some sort of music that can bring you to your childhood memories and make you sensitive or sad somehow. Henry went into the Cafe and sat at a table near the window. After he ordered a coffee, he suddenly saw a girl's image reflected on the window. She was sitting there quietly, with one hand on her chin, thinking something. He turned his head and saw Diane. She has dark brown hair till her shoulder, which looked very tender in the orange light. Something touched his heart, when he saw that tiny little smile on her face. She looked so vulnerable, like really fine porcelain. His coffee come, when she stood up. The coffee smell was mixed with her fragrance when she passed by his table. That was poison she was wearing. He felt suddenly lost something. Yes, the Cafe was called "Loser's Paradise".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608448-107906787855629097?l=lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/feeds/107906787855629097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608448&amp;postID=107906787855629097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/107906787855629097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608448/posts/default/107906787855629097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lianlu1001nights.blogspot.com/2004/03/night-one-when-micky-met-dian-he.html' title='When Henry met Diane'/><author><name>melted ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10160790797189857815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
