<?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-35513543</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:55:41.072+12:00</updated><title type='text'>FiLiBaLa .:: 說說想想</title><subtitle type='html'>A place... to 'bilibala' about the ups &amp; downs of my fitopia world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35513543.post-4694541039862036940</id><published>2009-08-29T16:01:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:41:47.759+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I don't even know where to start. Life is going a little crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Right now, I should really be stressed out since I have four essays due on Monday and I'm no where near finishing the first draft and there's so much work on at work... But for some reason I'm not stress at all. I'm feeling very happy... I should say I'm beyond happy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Well first, there's him. This entire week, I have not been able to get him out of my head. I can't stop thinking about him... I honestly tried. It's driving me insane. I'm finding it so hard to focus and get any work done. I've never felt this way before. Am I in a dream? Could this really be happening to me? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Then, Massey rung up on Friday to say that they will give me some extra credits from my previous studies. That's a saving of $1100... and it will also meant that I will get to finish my degree next year. I really didn't expect it; I didn't even ask for it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Lastly, I finally received some positive feedback from work. For those of you who don't know, I've been pretty upset with work lately, just not feeling appreciated. To end the week knowing that someone thinks I'm doing a good job made my day. I almost have tears reading that email. Glad someone appreciates my work. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-4694541039862036940?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/4694541039862036940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=4694541039862036940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/4694541039862036940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/4694541039862036940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-lucky-week.html' title='My Lucky Week'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-343654759160593155</id><published>2008-08-11T01:21:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:40:32.811+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Taupo Half Marathon 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUd1OnKk8DQ/SJ7sGNjoVpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YC6kJom7u0/s1600-h/me+2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232879408513570450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUd1OnKk8DQ/SJ7sGNjoVpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YC6kJom7u0/s320/me+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-343654759160593155?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/343654759160593155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=343654759160593155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/343654759160593155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/343654759160593155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2008/08/taupo-half-marathon-2008.html' title='Taupo Half Marathon 2008'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PUd1OnKk8DQ/SJ7sGNjoVpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5YC6kJom7u0/s72-c/me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35513543.post-6402330898949859026</id><published>2008-03-09T16:10:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:27:24.447+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you!</title><content type='html'>Why do I always run away when you try to get closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of being close to you, yet I hate being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you... but at the same time I'm afraid of being close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there. I might not come to you all the time, but I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me cry, make me smile, make me feel that love is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-6402330898949859026?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/6402330898949859026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=6402330898949859026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/6402330898949859026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/6402330898949859026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-1404533389020060430</id><published>2008-03-08T13:27:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:43:07.132+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lifes change... becasue of who we meet</title><content type='html'>I guess life can be very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make plans but plans will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September we were all talking about things we want to do... but who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of him... you are not going to London anymore. You were so sure that nothing will stop you from going but because of him, you are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of him... you are going back to Hong Kong. Don't you want to do your OE anymore? I'm glad... because of him, you finally quit your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't change ourselves so we can meet the right person but we change because we have met the right person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-1404533389020060430?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/1404533389020060430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=1404533389020060430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/1404533389020060430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/1404533389020060430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-lives-change-becasue-of-who-we-met.html' title='Our lifes change... becasue of who we meet'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-8584736253987208116</id><published>2008-02-14T16:16:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:37:20.593+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Trentham Encounter</title><content type='html'>This is definitely not my first time in Trentham but since I'm not here for sports or on course, I have managed to experience and see a little more of the Trentham camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here just a little over a week now... and this is what I've discovered so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The river trail is flat the whole way - perfect for a slow jog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Te Papa doesn't have a gate that forces you to pay a $5 donation like the Auckland War Memorial Museum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Swings x 2 and... a gix years old.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drinking on Sunday is not a crime - The Junior Ranks Bar is open on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;5. Navy guys are not shy to admit that they are gay.&lt;br /&gt;6. Traffic can be very bad - yes even on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's one week down, two more to go and I actually miss the *hole. (What a surprise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-8584736253987208116?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/8584736253987208116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=8584736253987208116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/8584736253987208116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/8584736253987208116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2008/02/trentham-encounter.html' title='Trentham Encounter'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-1466377078347717198</id><published>2008-02-07T20:22:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:29:51.253+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta.ra.na.ki. - It's been two years!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Greg, I finally got to visit Taranaki again after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I got to stay in New Plymouth for a couple of nights so I had a chance to look around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to climb up to the summit is always exciting, unfortunately, the whether decided to take a turn so we have to turn back before we even got to Humphries Castle. - Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't expect from this trip was the Festival of Lights in Pukekura Park... it was beautiful... would have been a romantic walk if I have the right person with me. The waterfront walkway was a nice walk too - we even got to see some boy racers zoom pass us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have to say - New Plymouth is a city with its own character. And if my car didn't break down, this would have been a perfect week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-1466377078347717198?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/1466377078347717198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=1466377078347717198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/1466377078347717198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/1466377078347717198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2008/02/taranaki-its-been-two-years.html' title='Ta.ra.na.ki. - It&apos;s been two years!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-7441903792343731193</id><published>2007-12-21T15:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:06:59.882+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>What a way to end the year with a Rock Climbing course. One word to sum it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETERMINATION \De*ter`mi*na"tion\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of mind which reaches definite conclusions; decision of character; resoluteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-7441903792343731193?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/7441903792343731193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=7441903792343731193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/7441903792343731193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/7441903792343731193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2007/12/rock-climbing.html' title='Rock Climbing'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-8475486642188390664</id><published>2007-12-03T11:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:04:04.007+13:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year! - Almost</title><content type='html'>Someone just reminded me that it's been a while since I made my promise to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes! It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much have happened since then. I've been on a field ex, been to Sydney and now I'm on my way to Wanaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was great... lots of beach time, now I can't wait till Christmas so I can spend all day in the pool. Miss the summer heaps. Waiouru is just the *hole... one minute it's so hot you think summer is finally here... then you get the coldest day. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has gone by so quickly... This time last year, I made the decision to make some changes and I think I've really done that. Year 2007 - I've done things I have never ever done before in my life and surprised many of my friends as well as my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that this is how I've pictured the Army last year... but here I'm now... in the Army... I think I'm slowly adapting to the culture. Still not sure if it was the right decision I made last year. It was definitely good to leave Colin, I was too involve and I had to break it off. Not so sure about moving so far away from all my friends in Auckland though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss yous heaps... wish I can still just make a phone call over lunch and we can go to the movies, dinner etc. No appointment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-8475486642188390664?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/8475486642188390664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=8475486642188390664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/8475486642188390664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/8475486642188390664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-year-almost.html' title='End of the Year! - Almost'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-116217926457768155</id><published>2006-10-30T16:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:29:27.108+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Is Nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I need to say anything?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture tells it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aucklandmarathon.co.nz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aucklandmarathon.co.nz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aucklandmarathon.co.nz/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="314" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/3953/320/Auckland%20Marathon%201.2.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/3953/1600/Auckland%20Marathon%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/3953/1600/06Auck.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3327/3953/1600/06Auck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-116217926457768155?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/116217926457768155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=116217926457768155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116217926457768155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116217926457768155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2006/10/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible Is Nothing!'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35513543.post-116199648060404328</id><published>2006-10-28T13:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:56:17.906+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Heaven-sent Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will have to say... I have never ever met a woman who doesn't like shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tall or Short, Fat or Slim, Elegant or Clumsy... we all love spending money - it's a heaven-sent duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least I know for a fact that... a bit of retail therapy always makes me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I NEED that new pair of shoes? - probably not... but it will match that top I bought last week... maybe sometimes not even that. No, they are not the most comfortable shoes. No, they don't match anything else I own. No, it's not on sale. No, I wasn't planning to buy anything and NO, I really don't have enough saving in my bank account yet to go shopping. But, but, but, but, but... it's so pretty... and the sales lady was so nice... it's new season stock... I just have to have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and for those of you who are reading this - NO... I did not just bought a new pair of shoes today... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I bought two new pair of shoes... haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Money have always just been money for me ever since I was little... I'm never one to SAVE. I guess the word "SAVE" is too big for my little mind to handle. I'm a hard worker... so I always tell myself "I deserve it". I work hard... get paid... and I'm proud to spend it!! At the end of the day, you can't take money with you to heaven, can you?? That's my philosophy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday late night shopping was fun... it's great to see that I'm not the only one who's quick to say "good bye" to cash. You are so brilliant... it took a bit of time to warm up and start trying things on... but wow... when the right button hits - YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME!! Two new top each in 2 hours not bad aye?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love it, love it, love it... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;New clothes for the weekend. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-116199648060404328?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/116199648060404328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=116199648060404328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116199648060404328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116199648060404328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2006/10/womans-heaven-sent-duty.html' title='Woman&apos;s Heaven-sent Duty'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-116194061790552145</id><published>2006-10-27T22:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:24:11.376+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had known her all my life... or I should say she had known me ever since I was born. Her husband and my dad were childhood playmates and now business partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember visiting her when I was little and playing Barbies with her daughter but now we are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we saw each other from a distance we simply kept on walking without acknowledging one another... but this time... neither of us could have planned it... bumping into each other (literally) as we turn from one supermarket isle to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That awkward moment lasted slightly longer than a second... this person who's suppose to be the closest family friend I have away from home standing right in front of me... and we are trying to figure out a way to not have to acknowledge each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's now an acquaintance whom I am no longer acquainted with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST ACQUAINTANCE -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL YOU AND ME BE LIKE THIS ONE DAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-116194061790552145?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/116194061790552145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=116194061790552145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116194061790552145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116194061790552145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2006/10/strange-stranger_27.html' title='Strange Stranger'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-116003699305108833</id><published>2006-10-05T21:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:03:54.136+13:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was just like Saturday morning. Some of you will never understand... I am not sure if even I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was much better today. I was at work, multi-tasking as usual when the phone went 'beep-beep', an email have arrived. A short simple message - it was only one sentence long and a smile lit up on my face as I read it... then without even realising it tears were rolling out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message had the same effect as the message that came on my birthday morning... Was it tears of joy or am I simply missing you. I am not sure why I cried... I've always been a cry baby ever since I was little. Even though some of you don't ever cry and probably don't remember the last time you cried, I think crying is good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody touched my heart today... you too should open your's and let someone touch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-116003699305108833?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/116003699305108833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=116003699305108833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116003699305108833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/116003699305108833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2006/10/tears.html' title='TEARS'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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-35513543.post-115999499276634879</id><published>2006-10-05T09:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:04:34.296+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FiLiBaLa will mark a new beginning. I've been meaning to bring my msn space back to live for a little while now, especially ever since YOU told me my blog is so boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not so much that I don't want to share my thoughts and ideas... but the times I get to sit in front of a PC is not always the most inspirational times. However, now that I have got my new phone... I intend to write more... I will blog whenever &amp; wherever I have an idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is going to be so much easier now... I have to abandon my msn space and start a new blog because for some reason the Opera browser on my M600i will not let me open msn live pages. I know I know... I would still be able to email my entries through via my phone, but I am not very keen on the idea of not being able to read my own blog from my phone. So here it is, I present to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FiLiBaLa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35513543-115999499276634879?l=filibala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/feeds/115999499276634879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35513543&amp;postID=115999499276634879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/115999499276634879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35513543/posts/default/115999499276634879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filibala.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='A New Chapter of My Life'/><author><name>Fiona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128584217890366201</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></feed>
