<?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-1242186874512077320</id><updated>2011-09-05T02:38:32.032+09:30</updated><title type='text'>sugar frostings and salted popcorns . *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6912954484117968001</id><published>2009-04-03T06:21:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:27:17.502+10:30</updated><title type='text'>This is supposed to drive me insane, I think</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm hopeless. Here I am blogging at 6:21am instead of doing my assignment. I am so lacking in motivation right now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my room needs cleaning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major cleaning&lt;/span&gt;. How on earth am I supposed to get everything done by tomorrow? Not to mention the fact that I have another 1000 words essay due on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prft. And to think I should be all stressed and pulling all my hair out right now. Things really changed that much huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least knowing that I'm half-way to completing my essay isn't too bad. Especially when you consider the fact that I just started the essay yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on May, I know you can do it. After all, you did so well in the past year. It's just less spoon-feeding in comparison to last year's. How hard can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6912954484117968001?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6912954484117968001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-supposed-to-drive-me-insane-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6912954484117968001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6912954484117968001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-supposed-to-drive-me-insane-i.html' title='This is supposed to drive me insane, I think'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8322687354208085618</id><published>2009-03-12T19:59:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:11:29.291+10:30</updated><title type='text'>And the cows go moo</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got my hands on Harvest Moon DS Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SbjYubHTMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bw-wILeWKlA/s1600-h/dscute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SbjYubHTMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bw-wILeWKlA/s400/dscute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312234052547457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I hide in my bedroom for the next few days, all snuggled up with my dear NDSL. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8322687354208085618?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8322687354208085618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-cows-go-moo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8322687354208085618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8322687354208085618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-cows-go-moo.html' title='And the cows go moo'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SbjYubHTMtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bw-wILeWKlA/s72-c/dscute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1582134403892897169</id><published>2009-03-12T11:43:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:11:39.255+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Itsy bitsy rolls</title><content type='html'>Stumbled onto this &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt; at Teri's blog and decided to give it a go since it was deemed as rather accurate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed some points do make sense, although I never did believed that these test do represent the real 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Oh well, just for the fun of it, the results are posted here so that it can be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought this spring rolls snack from Coles and was fairly disappointed in the size of the package. The box looked huge from the outside but when opened, the spring rolls that were wrapped in a plastic packaging barely filled up half the box. Not only that, I could barely taste the fillings of the spring roll since they've filled it to the bare minimum. Imagine that all wrapped in a layer of crispy flour the size of a baby's finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/Sbhkk3_zOzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScPMtbpSPks/s1600-h/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/Sbhkk3_zOzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScPMtbpSPks/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106345153116978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only one country which is cheapskate enough to do something like that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SbhnTIsFTmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6PfA3SPTljA/s1600-h/Product-of-Malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SbhnTIsFTmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6PfA3SPTljA/s320/Product-of-Malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312109338931056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, check the origins of a product before buying, especially when food is involved. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1582134403892897169?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1582134403892897169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/itsy-bitsy-rolls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1582134403892897169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1582134403892897169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/itsy-bitsy-rolls.html' title='Itsy bitsy rolls'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/Sbhkk3_zOzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScPMtbpSPks/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6543843390428818242</id><published>2009-03-05T21:32:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:48:46.391+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Addiction to Pods</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I've survived the first week of uni. Enrolment was insanely stressful. And to think that I'll be having years of this isn't making my mood any lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another hand, whoever created Pods must be the most evil person on earth! I can't stop eating it. I swear, they must have added some sort of drug in it to get you addicted to this stuff. Not to mention, Coles is just a 2 minute drive away from my place. Oh the horrors. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Gold Coast trip is already planned. This is the first time in my life that I've planned something in advance, normally it'll be the week before my holidays before I actually got to the planning part. I can't wait for it, but then thinking of getting on to those roller-coasters really makes me hesitate about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Why can't people invent something better rather than roller-coasters? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Here I go munching on my Pods again. I'm so going for a jog tomorrow. And I have to pull my darling's arse off the bed so that he'll accompany me too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I run off, was taking some pictures just now and got a very satisfactory one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k109/snowillusions/IMG_1605-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k109/snowillusions/IMG_1605-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughs with glee before running off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so advertising for Lenovo, ay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6543843390428818242?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6543843390428818242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/addiction-to-pods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6543843390428818242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6543843390428818242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/addiction-to-pods.html' title='Addiction to Pods'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7838399385990589654</id><published>2009-03-01T23:09:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:26:19.234+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how life falls back into routine so easily once you're back to a familiar environment. Things are so quiet now that I'm back home, with only dear Ray and my two kitties to entertain. I'm able to hide in my room and have my privacy once again, without anyone barging into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7-hour long plane flight always tires me out. I can never rest properly on the plane. Ugh. I'm still trying to recover from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to get busy next week as I'll have to set up a few stuff and prepare for university. Boy, am I glad that the weather's going to be in it's twenties for the whole week. Love having this cool weather in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do miss hanging out with my sister and cousin. The two idiots which I'm extremely fond of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, my mummy got me a wonderful going-away present. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a few nudges from me, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SaqF2fRgAXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z5RivWkinME/s1600-h/lenovou110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SaqF2fRgAXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z5RivWkinME/s200/lenovou110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202281963880818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least there's the Gold Coast trip during April and skiing during June. That's something that I definitely look forward to. It's been years since I've last planned a holiday with Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might even plan to invite my sister over during May so that she'll be able to celebrate my 21st birthday with me in Australia. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7838399385990589654?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7838399385990589654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7838399385990589654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7838399385990589654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SaqF2fRgAXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z5RivWkinME/s72-c/lenovou110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-5612926865255487436</id><published>2009-02-23T02:16:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:51:19.843+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What ifs</title><content type='html'>What if you've realised that the man you fell in love with, needs someone else instead.&lt;br /&gt;And that you're not the suitable person to fill in that role.&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what you do, it just does not seem right.&lt;br /&gt;That this relationship should not have happened in the first place, and all this while you should have noticed the signs.&lt;br /&gt;Signs telling you that you'll never be good enough for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, this is really a slap in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-5612926865255487436?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/5612926865255487436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5612926865255487436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5612926865255487436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-ifs.html' title='What ifs'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7557264068465244963</id><published>2009-02-17T13:14:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:24:56.427+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I miss your warm body on me every night</title><content type='html'>I miss Mickey and Orion terribly. And silly ol' Curious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the adorable cat at William's yesterday did not helped at all. Sure he enjoyed being rubbed every once in a while, but he does not provide me the satisfaction of hearing Mickey's meow, or Orion's way of closing his eyes while enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my kitties back so badly. Strange, I would never consider myself as a cat-person a year ago. Going to Australia has somehow changed my view on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really counting down the days, but how I wish I could be with my baby Mickey again. I miss how he would jump on my bed every night, looking at me with those huge round eyes and finding for his comfortable spot to lie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little guy seems to be the center of my life. Haha. And to think Ray was supposed to be the center of my life. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7557264068465244963?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7557264068465244963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-your-warm-body-on-me-every-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7557264068465244963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7557264068465244963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-your-warm-body-on-me-every-night.html' title='I miss your warm body on me every night'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1739995796723870298</id><published>2009-02-16T12:57:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:15:31.669+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Poof goes the dream</title><content type='html'>Stupid dream really scared me crap out of me. I really thought I've lost my dearest. Ugh. Shouldn't have read Mixed Doubles, I'm pretty sure my subconscious got the gunshot idea from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, to experience a life without Ray... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something I would never want to go through. I was too shocked to even shed any tears. It just happened so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Have been waking up with headaches too. Guess overall I miss &lt;strike&gt;my pillow&lt;/strike&gt; my bed. My bed is still softer and much much fluffier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days to go before Ray returns to Malaysia. Seems like my life is beginning to center around him. Not sure whether this is a good thing or not, or how it'll affect me in the future. Prft. Talk about learning to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and waking up feeling sticky is getting unbearable to me. Guess this is what you get in humid weathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine, I'll stop comparing already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe there's only two more weeks left before I return to the land down under. All I've prepared for my luggage so far are a bunch of books. I'm probably going to need an extra bookcase at the rate I'm purchasing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to drag myself to one of the shopping malls to update my wardrobe a little. It's my first time being an official university student, and I definitely can't start it by looking like a kid. Hard to believe that after three years, I'm finally entering second year in uni. I'm hoping that things would be like SAIBT still, simple and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I've heard one too many horror stories regarding universities. Cross fingers that it'll be smooth sailing. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1739995796723870298?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1739995796723870298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/poof-goes-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1739995796723870298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1739995796723870298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/poof-goes-dream.html' title='Poof goes the dream'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7049080358267450509</id><published>2009-02-15T05:47:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:03:47.419+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Peanut butter love</title><content type='html'>I swear, Streamyx knows that I'm planning to betray them and turn to P1 instead. The line has been on it's best behavior the entire night. No terrible lags, no slow connections, even Youtube is loading fast. Talk about customer service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late. Extremely late. But then I just don't feel like sleeping. Is May's nocturnal gears starting to turn again? Tsk. Only one month back in Malaysia and I've gone back to old habits. What is it with me and staying in front of the computer the entire night? Could be the fact that Streamyx's line is always better past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. The connection for P1 is awesome. But Rm99 for 20gb per month is really pushing it. I share a 40gb connection with Ray and somehow we managed to go pass the limit most of the time, resulting in our lines being throttled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the throttled speed for P1 is so much faster than Australia's, according to Ray. This is seriously tempting. Too bad I've only less than two weeks to enjoy the connection here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? I'm going to enjoy fast connection when I get back to Australia anyway. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Valentine's Day has been pretty okay, felt like any other day to me. Guess I've really lost interest in these commercial days, thanks to a certain Mr. I-have-no-interest-in-these-type-of-stuff. Haha. But it was fun hanging out with Tero again. Seriously, to think I used to see her almost every single day. I sort of miss the old times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I'm in the mood to play Final Fantasy VIII, just to watch how the story unfolds. And then hopefully I can rent a PS2 and grab FFX and FFX-2. Have always wanted to play those, but I never had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I love my freedom in Australia. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Okay, my brain juice is finally running low. Time to catch up on some zzz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... I can't wait till my darling Ray comes back to Malaysia with my so-called Valentine's present. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7049080358267450509?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7049080358267450509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/peanut-butter-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7049080358267450509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7049080358267450509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/peanut-butter-love.html' title='Peanut butter love'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6931456848116452623</id><published>2009-02-05T13:16:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:30:08.243+10:30</updated><title type='text'>First impressions aren't always correct</title><content type='html'>After an entire day of fooling around with my Hotlink's MMS setting, I've given up... and have decided to change to Digi. It still seems like a better choice compared what I'm going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor LG phone, I won't be able to use all your functions just yet, will I? Should have just went ahead with the J-phone instead. It still has the better looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's still an adorable phone. (:&lt;br /&gt;This little baby here got loads of attention when I brought her to the Maxis centre last night to fix this MMS issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a shopping spree for cute stuff. I need to update my items, they've been with me for an entire year already... perhaps even longer. I've purchased a wallet with the design that I've always wanted at Sunway Pyramid last night. That's a start. Am going to try changing my image a little this year since it's the start of my University life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having to go out every day is proving to be a very tiresome task. It would be nice to just stay home for one day and relax. I'm not used to driving for hours just to have lunch. It used to be just a simple take-out near my place or a quick instant noodle for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely wasn't expecting this week to be so exhausting. Hopefully things will get better next week. This is proving to be even more tiring than three assignments combined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6931456848116452623?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6931456848116452623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-impressions-arent-always-correct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6931456848116452623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6931456848116452623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-impressions-arent-always-correct.html' title='First impressions aren&apos;t always correct'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8212580835516447652</id><published>2009-02-03T12:22:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:40:17.691+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Title shmitle</title><content type='html'>May officially hates jet-lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest! Lots of it, but in the comfort of my own warm snuggly bed surrounded by my soft toys. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm contemplating whether to cut my hair. It's been a while, but I know I'm going to cry seeing my long hair being short again. But... but... long hairs are not good during summer time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fringe... *exaggerated sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days back and I'm starting to feel trapped. I want my freedom. I want my car. :(&lt;br /&gt;My dad still does not allow me to drive the cars at home, believing that I'll cause an accident in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prft.&lt;br /&gt;At least my sister's phone is finally sold off. Sort of. I'm still crossing my fingers and hoping that the deal will work out. That'll be one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. And to think, this is supposed to be a holiday for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8212580835516447652?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8212580835516447652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/title-shmitle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8212580835516447652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8212580835516447652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/title-shmitle.html' title='Title shmitle'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8813501757084728470</id><published>2009-02-02T11:57:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:49:24.621+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost in my own home</title><content type='html'>Being home for two days, I've realised... that I've gotten very used to my life in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so different here. People are less friendly, the drivers drive like maniacs, the air is suffocating. And the stench of smoke reeks every where. Not to mention, people here tend to stare a lot, giving me the chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biological clock has not adjusted itself well yet, waking me up 7-8am every morning and turning itself off at 11pm. It feels weird being here, as if I've squished myself into everyone's life. Feels as if I shouldn't be here. It doesn't matter if my parents want to see me or Tiara being glad that she has an owner, this isn't my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up every morning, running into Ray's room and pouncing on him to wake him up. Then snuggling with him or massaging his feet for a while before leaving to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss twirling and skipping around the kitchen while Ray prepares a meal, rushing off to the computer every few minutes to check if anyone has replied a chat or my email, then skipping back to the kitchen to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times where I would accompany Ray on the front porch while he waters the garden. Looking at the sunset and praying that the weather is going to get cooler during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all would be the times where Ray would try waking me up to either go to church or dinner with his relatives. The process involves pulling off every single item on my bed, using the water gun and when all else fails, pulling me off the bed myself. Of course I'll eventually end up sleeping on the floor where the pile of quilt was thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also my kittens. Sure Tiara's wonderful and I'm drowning in the adoration that I've been receiving, but she's just not Mickey somehow. I don't get to listen to the purr that I love so much or the weird "Mmh?" noise that he makes. Or see the goofy face looking back at me. Silly Mickey dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I guess, I just I miss my &lt;u&gt;home&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8813501757084728470?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8813501757084728470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-my-own-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8813501757084728470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8813501757084728470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-my-own-home.html' title='Lost in my own home'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1435632136855175680</id><published>2009-01-30T23:05:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:08:26.135+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Honto ni kawaii desu</title><content type='html'>Taiga is so darn adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love this smile? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYL0npE51OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GQGcKSh8s8Y/s1600-h/taiga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYL0npE51OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GQGcKSh8s8Y/s400/taiga.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297065073619621090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYL0TGqTbaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bC1NGNEHEWY/s1600-h/taiga.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1435632136855175680?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1435632136855175680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/honto-ni-kawaii-desu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1435632136855175680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1435632136855175680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/honto-ni-kawaii-desu.html' title='Honto ni kawaii desu'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYL0npE51OI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GQGcKSh8s8Y/s72-c/taiga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-2235189384191157164</id><published>2009-01-30T18:52:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:16:13.879+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My empty luggage feels heavy</title><content type='html'>Another 21 hours left before I board the plane home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss baby Mickey. :(&lt;br /&gt;And I won't get to see him slowly grow into a fat lumbering kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Not like he's growing much right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK6HG1L1zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HrPQNSbegWw/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK6HG1L1zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HrPQNSbegWw/s320/mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297000742996662066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK6HrHpMEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u1EelB2SYSE/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK6HrHpMEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u1EelB2SYSE/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297000752737759298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I never did realise how much I've gotten used to dear Ray's presence. Thinking about leaving him leaves an empty spot in me. Sigh. Three weeks is going to seem like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then thinking about all that's waiting for me in Malaysia... all the satay and curry laksa... *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. first I'll have to survive the 7 hour long flight. &lt;u&gt;Alone&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK9XgF3MGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k8VIaz7t4pA/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK9XgF3MGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k8VIaz7t4pA/s320/DSC01976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297004323190288482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least you'll be with me, won't you Tiaraboo? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-2235189384191157164?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/2235189384191157164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-empty-luggage-feels-heavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2235189384191157164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2235189384191157164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-empty-luggage-feels-heavy.html' title='My empty luggage feels heavy'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SYK6HG1L1zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HrPQNSbegWw/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7765055340653052322</id><published>2009-01-27T16:37:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:48:26.846+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Twirls and swirls</title><content type='html'>Four more days before I leave my beloved Mickey to face the obstacles ahead all by himself. And when I said obstacles, I meant the big meanie Orion. Sighs. Poor Mickey, what would you do without me? He is such a baby, and a big fat sore-loser. He always cries right after losing a wrestling match with Orion. Silly goose, when will you learn that you are so much tinier compared to Orion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is all planned before my departure. Tomorrow's the day of the final exam. Thank goodness. Then Thursday is my R&amp;amp;R day with dearest and finally, to pack up some of my belongings the next day. I sound like I'm leaving this place for good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, I &lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt; miss the damn heat around here. It makes people grouchy so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been browsing through Strapya.com and I must say, owning a PayPal account is making life so much tougher. Decisions to make. At least I've finally found a buyer for my XPS M1530. An extra $1,000 cash to spend. *rubs hands together in glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops, I should have said that out loud huh? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my parents allow me to drive my so-called new car. Knowing my mom, she's going to insist sitting beside me at all times. Prft, don't see the point of calling it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;car. Guess it's better than nothing. Hope I'll be able to drive it though, I'm so spoilt with my Mazda 2. Doubt Myvi is as comfortable as it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree this Thursday! I'll have to buy some sourveniers home for everyone. Err... perhaps I should write down a list. Knowing me, I'll probably miss out someone later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shouts to Tiara*&lt;br /&gt;Tiaraaaaa, I'm coming home! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7765055340653052322?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7765055340653052322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/twirls-and-swirls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7765055340653052322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7765055340653052322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/twirls-and-swirls.html' title='Twirls and swirls'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-643922732684411910</id><published>2009-01-22T21:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:46:19.476+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When life fails you</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, why do I try so hard. What would I gain out of all these? What's the point of helping a person only to realise that life can be so ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and frustrated. Heck, the things I do won't even benefit myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are due soon and exams following soon after, yet I've lost all motivation to study. Failing seems like a good idea, it gives me a reason to remain in Australia longer. I'm so bloody tired. I've never failed anything in my whole life, and I'm so tempted to start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Booze&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of it. &lt;u&gt;Now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-643922732684411910?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/643922732684411910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-life-fails-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/643922732684411910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/643922732684411910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-life-fails-you.html' title='When life fails you'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-3102869763526660716</id><published>2009-01-21T00:08:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:23:56.898+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The untold truth</title><content type='html'>Sitting on the front porch on a cool summer's night while my boyfriend waters the garden is wonderful. Especially when it is accompanied by some deliciously warm chicken soup and light chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an enjoyable experience. It's been a while since things seem to flow smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Am having second thoughts about going home. I've just been reminded why I chose to left Malaysia in the first place. To escape from being trapped, to loosen ties in hopes of being able to start things afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, when I think about Malaysia, I feel all trapped up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy here, coming here is like a dream come true to me. Something that I've been dying to achieve since I was young. Okay... maybe not Australia specifically, but just leaving home and leading my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I feel like I have this split personality. One moment I can't wait to go home, the next I'm plotting ways to cancel the trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when did this started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... it was when I started wishing I could turn back time, and realising that it will never happen. It was then that I know, going home will not change anything. It'll just remind me of what I could have, why I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's never going to get any easier on me, eh? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-3102869763526660716?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/3102869763526660716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/untold-truth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3102869763526660716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3102869763526660716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/untold-truth.html' title='The untold truth'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7029541238004456473</id><published>2009-01-20T10:31:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:47:27.450+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Pink swirls</title><content type='html'>Why on earth does J-Phones have to be so gorgeous? ... And so damn tempting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other alternative would be the adorable LG Ice Cream. Makes me wonder why do LGs pick the names of food for their products. Hm, I suppose as long as the phone is cute, they might as well go all the way and pick a name that sounds cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey, I have an Ice Cream that I bring along with me all the time."&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lacking in much needed sleep. Cleaning up for yesterday's inspection really took all the energy I had in me. Not to mention, staying up the entire night to clean the house probably isn't the best method at all. Will need to get my act together and keep this house tidy. Seriously would not want to experience that again. At least now that the computer is in my room, I'm able to limit the destruction to one part of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of assignments, then it'll be preparations for the finals. I can't wait to fly home, sort of. I miss my family, miss being able to mess up the house knowing that I wouldn't have to clean it later. Miss my silly little Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many pros and cons, I'll definitely miss my LCD screen, and my anime. And also fast speed connection... and the cool early morning breeze. Ack, this post is turning into a list of things that I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to ogling at cute pink flip phones and finding excuses to procrastinate my assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7029541238004456473?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7029541238004456473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-swirls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7029541238004456473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7029541238004456473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-swirls.html' title='Pink swirls'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6071384976522341842</id><published>2009-01-17T10:48:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:57:46.988+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Through the looking glass</title><content type='html'>another day. another &lt;u&gt;dream&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it was in a different time zone, during my primary days. but with someone familiar. and it keeps changing. the scenes are always so dark, i can hardly see much. but it's always the same, of the same thing. darkness... then light. lost... then found. cold... then warmth.&lt;br /&gt;my subconscious trying to tell me something perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every time i wake up and lie in bed, i have to battle with myself on going back into that dream, or waking up and facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it would stop. this is really bugging me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6071384976522341842?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6071384976522341842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6071384976522341842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6071384976522341842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the looking glass'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-150476338765185883</id><published>2009-01-16T10:40:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:00:46.936+10:30</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the dream</title><content type='html'>Had a weird dream last night. Something involving friends holding a party... or was it an outing? And my uncle crashing it and spoiling the entire event. The party reminded me of my secondary and college days. Those were the fun times. Surrounded by friends and easy laughter, those are the experiences that I'd wish to experience once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, over the years, I seem to have drifted apart from old friends. That was my biggest mistake I suppose. How true the phrase 'boyfriends come and go, but friends are forever' can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Australia, I've somehow managed to reserve myself, not going all out to meet new friends. Their lifestyles are just set in a different league. Even things that I would normally enjoy joining such as anime clubs intimidate me. Seems like self-esteem has gotten to me once more.. I thought I've overcame it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong, I wonder. I came here expecting to start life afresh, but now it seems to have spiral downwards back to my past. The days where self-esteem was my biggest challenge, when the people I've met gradually helped me to build it up. Where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even books which I've always labelled as my first true love does not help to ease this feeling. What I need now is a change, a change of scenery, a change of friends... as long as it's a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps home is where I should be right now. Surrounded by my family. Life always seems easier with my family around. Sighs. And the countdown begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-150476338765185883?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/150476338765185883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/twas-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/150476338765185883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/150476338765185883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/twas-dream.html' title='&apos;Twas the dream'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-722443723726908203</id><published>2009-01-15T14:00:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:12:39.977+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Red streaks</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Silly Mickey scratched me again. And this time it seems really bad. How on earth am I going to explain this to my mom when I see her? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Oprah's talk show on how clutters in the house makes a person fat. Seems like a pretty valid reason, although I don't think mine is that bad. Still, this gives me the resolution I need to start throwing stuff that I don't need out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Starting with Mickey.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, starting a list on what food to have during the week seems good. Can't believe I've never thought of that. At least then it'll stop me from impulsively buying chocolates that I see in the stores. Perhaps having Coles and Kmart right outside of my house isn't such a good thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leaving things right up till the last minute again is such a terrible habit of mine. Trial exam is tomorrow and I've yet to practice for it. Not to mention inspection on the house is on Monday. At least I've cleaned my room so it's in a presentable state now. Sigh. How I wish for a maid, and to think I used to take these things for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey sure knows how to gain favourtisim from me. Just jumps onto my lap and purr, and my heart melts immediately. And he's so limp all the time unlike Orion, makes me wonder if he has the Ragdoll's blood in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can be a kitten too. No assignments and inspections to worry about. Life's all easy for them. Lucky cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps starting on the website designing for Digital Media Technique would be a good way to be motivated on other stuff too... It's worth a shot I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-722443723726908203?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/722443723726908203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-streaks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/722443723726908203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/722443723726908203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-streaks.html' title='Red streaks'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1297278464052644640</id><published>2009-01-14T19:33:00.009+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:04:46.674+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Bilby's the word</title><content type='html'>my legs hurt. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i am never going to try touching the ceiling ever again. i'm just not cut out to jump. prft. what's the point of being tall and not being able to jump high? something must have went haywired during my creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least while tidying up the apartment, i've finally found my pink Fossil watch, and a few other things that i thought were missing. i can't believe how many items i've managed to misplace in that one little apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the last day of me and Ray's rent on the apartment. technically it was two days ago but due to some issues, it was delayed till today. i'm going to miss that place, it was my little home for the past year... and also the first place i could call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, a staff from McDonald's called up today to inform that I've won a prize in the HappyMeal's Endangered Animals competition. according to them, the minor prize that i've won is around $240. honestly, i've forgotten all about the competition, i've entered it during October last year just for the fun of it. i went and google up the competition again and it seems like this is the stuff that i'll be receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minor Prizes&lt;/span&gt;: the next one hundred (100) eligible entries randomly drawn from all eligible entries received will each win one (1) Australia Zoo package valued at up to $283.85. Each Australia Zoo package includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;      One (1) Zoo Club 12 month subscription valued at up to $45.00;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b.&lt;/span&gt;      One (1) Animal Adoption Pack which includes: sponsorship of one (1) animal for 12 months, one (1) Australia Zoo certificate of appreciation, one (1) autographed Irwin family photo print, one (1) fact sheet, one (1) photo of the sponsored animal and regular updates about the sponsored animal on the Australia Zoo website, valued at up to $50.00;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt;      One (1) Planet Rescue: Endangered Island on Nintendo DS Game valued at up to $59.95; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt;      One (1) Australia Zoo Merchandise Pack valued at up to $128.90 which includes: one (1) 2009 Australia Zoo Calendar valued at up to $9.95; one (1) Crocodile Hunter – Collision Course DVD valued at up to $39.95; one (1) Bindi Kidfitness DVD and CD valued at up to $29.95; one (1) Australia Zoo Movable Pencil Tin valued at up to $6.95; one (1) Talking 15cm Croc Plush Toy valued at up to $16.95; one (1) Australia Zoo Tiger Cap valued at up to $21.95; one Wildlife Warriors Wristband valued at up to $3.00; and one (1) Crocs Rule! Sticker (2 in each pack) valued at up to $0.20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random competition that I've won. I'm definitely going to enter more competitions in the future just for kicks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SW21MH7gq5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pw9BLUmta5U/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SW21MH7gq5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pw9BLUmta5U/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291084357121911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my little endangered leatherback turtle which i got from my happy meal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1297278464052644640?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1297278464052644640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/bilbys-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1297278464052644640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1297278464052644640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/bilbys-word.html' title='Bilby&apos;s the word'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SW21MH7gq5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pw9BLUmta5U/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6007918460778570762</id><published>2009-01-12T23:44:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:24:27.070+10:30</updated><title type='text'>As days come to an end</title><content type='html'>okay, i've gotten bored with the current layout so i've decided to change it. to what... i'm not sure yet. but i'm sure i'll figure something out in time. meanwhile, do put up with this random and terrible layout first. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've set up the computer in my room and rearranged my furniture, just as planned. and now my dear Orion is enjoying a short nap on my newly-washed sheets. prft. he is one lucky dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'll let him have his last few manly-hours in peace. will have to wake up early tomorrow to bring him to the vet. me and Ray had our little inside 'snip-snip' jokes the whole day, and Orion just stares at us with a blur expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really be flying home soon eh?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a whole year, going home seems so weird. so different somehow. and there's things that i would like to avoid, people that i'd rather not meet. that was the reason why i left in the first place. i feel safer here, where nobody truly knows me. to them, i'm just one of the few hundreds of asian students studying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being independant is somewhat fun. i get to decide when i want to eat, where i'd like to go, how i'll spend my day. of course there's darling Ray to be taken into consideration as well, but he's pretty much happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i miss home, yet i don't really feel like i'm ready to go home yet. ugh. i wish that there's a way around this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. don't kill me teri. it's just a thought. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6007918460778570762?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6007918460778570762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-it-days-come-to-end.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6007918460778570762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6007918460778570762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-it-days-come-to-end.html' title='As days come to an end'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8136589054014607275</id><published>2009-01-07T22:38:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:41:40.630+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Proof that my boyfriend is a WoW addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Dear, what was the jam that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;: What gem? Oh, it adds 18 stamina for a blue socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;: Ohhh! It was marmalade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8136589054014607275?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8136589054014607275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/proof-that-my-boyfriend-is-wow-addict.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8136589054014607275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8136589054014607275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/proof-that-my-boyfriend-is-wow-addict.html' title='Proof that my boyfriend is a WoW addict'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8215518807135889342</id><published>2009-01-06T23:58:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:05:59.931+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Two more minutes till midnight</title><content type='html'>class starts on Thursday. sighs. after two weeks of break, i'm reluctant to continue with my mundane classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine taking a break for a whole month... i'm doomed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently on an anime spree. the wonders of a 22" monitor, and i used to think my 19" was heaven. shows that i've been awfully spoiled by Ray. tsk, terrible ol' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll need to get on with assignments tomorrow, and to start preparing for my finals. at least the plane ticket is finally booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see Tiara. but am also worried about leaving the two kitties at home alone.silly little Mickey was meowing his head off this afternoon just because i've shut the living room door to prevent the cool air from flowing out. i wish there was an easy way to bring them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer heat is starting again, the sun is taking ages to set now. it feels so weird to see the sun still up at 8:30 pm. this is messing up my time. no wonder i'm sleeping even later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the air at night is cool. surprisingly, i kind of miss winter. or rather, i miss the cool air that blows on my face while walking to class. i love those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8215518807135889342?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8215518807135889342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-more-minutes-till-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8215518807135889342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8215518807135889342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-more-minutes-till-midnight.html' title='Two more minutes till midnight'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1711360679461150821</id><published>2009-01-03T14:29:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:34:27.509+10:30</updated><title type='text'>So cats do understand</title><content type='html'>20 minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Orion never hops onto my lap anymore to demand for attention. He used to do that so often when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;: I remember those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orion looks up, then leaps onto my lap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orion&lt;/span&gt;: *settles down* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is still settled comfortably on my lap. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1711360679461150821?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1711360679461150821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-cats-do-understand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1711360679461150821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1711360679461150821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-cats-do-understand.html' title='So cats do understand'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8866150114946779630</id><published>2009-01-03T12:04:00.010+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:47:45.017+10:30</updated><title type='text'>-Shows off-</title><content type='html'>finally, i have a proper and comfortable keyboard to type with! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you have no idea how uncomfortable some keyboards can get once you're used to your own. it got so annoying and awkward that i went out to the city to grab myself a Logitech Illuminated Keyboard and also a MX 400 Laser Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logitech.com/repository/1170/jpg/9726.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.logitech.com/repository/1170/jpg/9726.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logitech.com/repository/1170/jpg/9727.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.logitech.com/repository/1170/jpg/9727.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2823327017_5ffd9dd17a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 163px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2823327017_5ffd9dd17a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logitech.com/repository/169/jpg/1431.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.logitech.com/repository/169/jpg/1431.1.0.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;images copyright of Logitech. i'll take some pictures of my rig when i clear up my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my new computer is almost complete. all that's left is to change the video card. anybody have an 8800gt that they would like to trade? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7FePn5ndI/AAAAAAAAACU/HJtbRUSffSM/s1600-h/lg-w2252tq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7FePn5ndI/AAAAAAAAACU/HJtbRUSffSM/s400/lg-w2252tq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286880135960174034" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's my amazing LG monitor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i shall stop being proud of my new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Ray had the brilliant idea to have a 'mamak night' yesterday, so off we went to Coles and purchased a the dipping bread and curry. turns out that there wasn't enough curry paste so Ray smartly decides to dilute it in hopes of getting more out of the paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the result of our mamak night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7GyAQm37I/AAAAAAAAACc/wqBPppspMCM/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7GyAQm37I/AAAAAAAAACc/wqBPppspMCM/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286881574944956338" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun experience overall. was planning to cook Indomee as well, but we've decided that the roti canai and curry was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Vampire Knight after dinner. man, it's been a while since i've watch anime. how i miss those times where i would rush home from school, grab lunch and plonk myself in front of the computer watching my most recent anime. at least now i have a huge screen to watch it on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, one last picture before i sign off. okay, make it two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7HMonOdkI/AAAAAAAAACk/VR8x074E4sI/s1600-h/My+Desktop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7HMonOdkI/AAAAAAAAACk/VR8x074E4sI/s320/My+Desktop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286882032453842498" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7HNaR-qdI/AAAAAAAAACs/N6uH-t9AVws/s1600-h/My+Desktop+with+taskbar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7HNaR-qdI/AAAAAAAAACs/N6uH-t9AVws/s320/My+Desktop+with+taskbar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286882045786499538" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my desktop which i spent ages customising! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8866150114946779630?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8866150114946779630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/shows-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8866150114946779630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8866150114946779630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/shows-off.html' title='-Shows off-'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SV7FePn5ndI/AAAAAAAAACU/HJtbRUSffSM/s72-c/lg-w2252tq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-5244117564933824143</id><published>2009-01-01T01:14:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:55:37.639+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks by the beach</title><content type='html'>my first post of 2009. i'm definitely going to miss 2008. it was a pretty interesting year, if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i greeted 2009 with a few hundred others at Glenelg. got there at 8pm with Ray and went on a hunting spree for dinner. lesson learned, never assume that there's diner spots available on festive days. we ended up at the Oyster Shop having almost a dozen oysters and salmon for dinner anyway, so it's all good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert was the usual ice cream. i had vanilla beam while Ray ordered some sort of caramel nougat ice cream. we had to be insane though considering that the temperature felt like 15 degrees or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being at the beach was interesting. i saw a few people who were either drunk or being plain silly. seriously, it was fun to see them make a fool out of themselves just for a laugh. we reserved a nice spot for fireworks-viewing and just sat there listening to the concert going on a few feet away. the wind was freezing, i remember wishing that i had brought a thicker jacket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, there is a countdown before the actual firework show. and finally when the fireworks started, i was gobsmacked. it was amazing, and considering that this is my first firework show in Adelaide, i am not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, it lasted only five minutes. but it was the best five minutes. seriously, the ones i've seen previously was nothing compared to this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm in the mood for a can of alcohol. some guy was pouring beer into a can of coke to avoid inspection and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. it's been ages since i've last touched a can. went to Coles just now but it was closed. oh well, seems like i'll not get any alcohol for a while. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been a while since i've last updated, but i was just busy setting up my new computer and customising the programs. i've honestly never knew that windows xp could be this fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all i need to complete my new rig is a keyboard and mouse set. typing on this keyboard that Ray gave me is so awkward, i'm just so used to typing on a flat laptop keyboard. found one promising one from Logitech, seems like i've found my perfect match. man, i must seem like a Logitech fan, my speakers, keyboard and mouse is all the same brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm definitely about to crash, will run off to bed now. happy new year everyone and i hope you'll enjoy your fireworks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-5244117564933824143?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/5244117564933824143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireworks-by-beach.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5244117564933824143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5244117564933824143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireworks-by-beach.html' title='Fireworks by the beach'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-954135464130556711</id><published>2008-12-25T08:44:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:01:35.116+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleigh bells blinking on rooftops</title><content type='html'>it's christmas day! the holiday that i've been waiting all year round. and thank goodness the day is bright and sunny. the sky's been awfully gloomy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially spoiled myself for this christmas. bought a brand new set of Logitech Z4 speakers because dear Ray believes the ones on my laptop suck. in addition to that, i'll be taking possession of his little CPU and purchasing a nice 22" LCD monitor to go along with the speakers and CPU. yesh, i'm so spoiled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at aunt Janet's place yesterday. there goes my resolution to try and shed some pounds. the food was great! best of all, it was all asian food. mm, i still can taste the shark fin soup and popiah in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random but, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;babytiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat later at Richard's place. i know it sounds weird but i'm not complaining. :)&lt;br /&gt;i miss asian food. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loads&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this will be my first christmas away from home. i miss my family. my dad in particular. can't wait to see him soon. all i have to do is get through next month and desktop publishing's exam. ugh. i shudder at the thought of the exam. at least i have my very own christmas tree to brighten the day up. that was the best $60 spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach is definitely going to be pack today, so i'll probably head into the city with Ray. would be fun to have a picnic at the beach though. oh well, i'll just wait till i get myself a nice little set of bento box. &lt;u&gt;bento boxes&lt;/u&gt; are my current addiction. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm spending too much time with e-bay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-954135464130556711?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/954135464130556711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleigh-bells-blinking-on-rooftops.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/954135464130556711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/954135464130556711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleigh-bells-blinking-on-rooftops.html' title='Sleigh bells blinking on rooftops'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-5592000179097581767</id><published>2008-12-19T20:22:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:29:18.884+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sniffles</title><content type='html'>ugh. thanks to Ray's sneezing and coughing, i'm now officially sick. knew i should've stayed away from him instead. now i've caught the cold and the holiday plans are once again delayed. stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the christmas tree is already set up. it looks amazing in the living, just twinkling there the whole night through. now to cross my fingers that the kitties does not assume that it's a huge toy just waiting to be pounced on, i'm still counting on this christmas tree to last at least two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. imma off to bed. this cold is killing me, and the freezing weather ain't helping as well. puh, just when my long awaited holidays started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-5592000179097581767?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/5592000179097581767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/sniffles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5592000179097581767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5592000179097581767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/sniffles.html' title='Sniffles'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-2554309618684129991</id><published>2008-12-15T23:26:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:35:32.416+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My little Wish</title><content type='html'>finally, after a three weeks wait, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omnia &lt;/span&gt;is finally here! and yup, i spent the whole day customising every single bit, down to the scroll bar size. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm currently giddy with the amount of fun i had, plus the lack of food helps with the giddiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finished with the entire twilight saga in just two days. didn't really enjoyed the final book as much, it felt like a whole new book rather than a sequel to me. ah what the heck, it was still enjoyable because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;was in it. hehe. who wouldn't fall in love with a gorgeous, mysterious and strong vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Ray promised me a trip during the christmas holidays. heck i'm excited! it's been a while since i've actually kicked back and went somewhere. this is definitely going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although... i do have a few more hours left before he returns home. i'll have to get up real early tomorrow to clean the rest of the house. my little surprise for him. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-2554309618684129991?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/2554309618684129991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2554309618684129991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2554309618684129991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-wish.html' title='My little Wish'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-2030940547263165011</id><published>2008-12-14T13:46:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:53:22.419+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>come to think of it, this weekend isn't turning out as bad as i thought. in fact, i'm enjoying being alone pretty much. it gives me time to relax, read my books without anyone disrupting me. although i do tend to read through them too fast, i've almost finished my twilight saga. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, it's a pretty productive day for me. i've cleaned my room, washed the dishes, taken out the trash and unpack my boxes.  and the best thing about today is, it's only ten to two! next on the agenda is to bath the kitties and do a little laundry. hm. i can see a nice warm bubble bath waiting for me at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already planned how i'll be spending tomorrow. it's time to hit Kmart for a little shopping spree. i'm still clueless on what to give dear Ray for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brr. the weather's freezing again. time to continue with my housework and hop into my bubble bath. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-2030940547263165011?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/2030940547263165011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2030940547263165011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2030940547263165011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8778136891819113269</id><published>2008-12-12T09:01:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:18:58.627+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Swish goes the wheels</title><content type='html'>i'm tired, and all i want to do is crawl back in bed and sleep. but seems like something's been bugging me lately, causing me to wake up early every day. life is beginning to get tedious, and i'm definitely not enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'll be left alone at home with my two little boys. being in the suburb, the thought of it scares me a little. at least while i was in the city there were lights and noises all around. i just hope that it does not rain tonight, nor being too windy. it's going to be a long three days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain's been coming rather often this week. i wake up to find gentle drizzles outside my window, and soothing cool breeze blowing through it. i miss the rain. i miss the gloomy skies of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between the wanting to go home, yet wanting to remain here for the upcoming february holidays. i don't feel as if i'd fit in back home, like the life i had there was just all a dream of yesterday. things change, i'll be the outsider not knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only my baby Tiara is keeping me from entirely ditching the plane home. i miss that silly girl so much. one year is such a long time, i'm not even sure if she remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day at class begins soon, and the house will be empty when i get home. i'm so not looking forward to the end of this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8778136891819113269?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8778136891819113269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/swish-goes-wheels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8778136891819113269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8778136891819113269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/swish-goes-wheels.html' title='Swish goes the wheels'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-4648603939997242597</id><published>2008-12-09T17:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:44:44.360+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What a stupid lamb</title><content type='html'>i did it again. i went ahead and purchased the box set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. i'm hopeless at saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/ST4aZ6Nbj5I/AAAAAAAAABs/47mydOwDb1Q/s1600-h/2370_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/ST4aZ6Nbj5I/AAAAAAAAABs/47mydOwDb1Q/s400/2370_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277684845749440402" 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/1242186874512077320-4648603939997242597?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/4648603939997242597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-stupid-lamb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4648603939997242597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4648603939997242597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-stupid-lamb.html' title='What a stupid lamb'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/ST4aZ6Nbj5I/AAAAAAAAABs/47mydOwDb1Q/s72-c/2370_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-1517394297092685982</id><published>2008-12-08T01:21:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:28:04.088+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>tempted, so tempted to purchase the full set of Twilight Saga. after all, $108 is still way cheaper than the price i'll be paying in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm torn between that and the leather case for my Omnia. ugh. i hate decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing me, i'll probably end up with the Twilight Saga Box Set. i am that hopelessly addicted to the story. romance plus vampires are probably my ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. thanks a lot Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone, help? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-1517394297092685982?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/1517394297092685982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/addiction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1517394297092685982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/1517394297092685982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-3305675458920088328</id><published>2008-12-05T22:30:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:54:36.681+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Topsy turvy day</title><content type='html'>i hate days when everything just seems to go wrong. i'm bloody sick and tired with the lecturer telling me to do what i want, then saying that the result is not how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;wants it. if he wants us to follow his idea, then just give us a damn outline and be done with it. what's the point of wasting my friggin' time by saying 'be creative'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody bloody bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stayed up the whole damn night just to complete that brochure. which now i know will not get me the distinction i wanted. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. headache. i'm starting to feel sick, and that's never a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the Christmas holidays to begin. i need a holiday real bad. i just need to get away from RL for some time to save what little sanity i have left. yes, life is rather hard on me right now. and i hate that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i'm tempted to cut my hair. not too short, but past the shoulders. it's been a while since i've last had a new hair cut. the downside though, is i'm not whether to trust my life, in this case, my hair to my boyfriend. ugh. but i want a hair cut so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i managed to get my outlook working with my gmail. furthermore, i managed to get my own customised email address! yay, finally my very own email. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how May wastes her time on random and pointless things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-3305675458920088328?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/3305675458920088328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/topsy-turvy-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3305675458920088328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3305675458920088328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/12/topsy-turvy-day.html' title='Topsy turvy day'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-6536817283318298545</id><published>2008-11-30T20:06:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:17:47.144+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white Christmas</title><content type='html'>weather has been rather freezing lately, although it's not as bad as winter. we took a nice long walk around the suburbs after dinner last night, the weather was cooling and the whole scenery was beautiful. could see houses decorated with colourful christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love christmas. it's the best time of the year. my favourite holiday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Square has already set up a huge christmas tree and everywhere around the city is decorated with christmas ornaments. the place looks amazing. my first christmas in Australia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will probably be setting up our own christmas tree next week. i can't wait to see my very own christmas tree in the house. that's something that i never had the pleasure of enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, we'll be taking a drive around town and the suburbs on christmas night just to see if there's anything interesting going on. i'm still hoping to see a shooting star on christmas night. Ray has spotted one last night while walking through the suburbs, i've only caught a glimpse of it at his cousin's place. that would definitely make christmas here memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so can't wait! christmas day is definitely going to be amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-6536817283318298545?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/6536817283318298545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6536817283318298545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/6536817283318298545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white Christmas'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8210649102260246612</id><published>2008-11-28T00:48:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:50:47.342+10:30</updated><title type='text'>And this is what my MSN states</title><content type='html'>27th November - World Emo Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it cheers me up and makes me feel a little bit better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has gone by in a haze. again.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where did time fly to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8210649102260246612?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8210649102260246612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-this-is-what-my-msn-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8210649102260246612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8210649102260246612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-this-is-what-my-msn-states.html' title='And this is what my MSN states'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-681261995320271456</id><published>2008-11-27T09:10:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:01:46.531+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Stuck inside a dream long gone</title><content type='html'>every now and then, i wake up feeling so lost, lonely and unmotivated. like the world has somehow moved on and left me behind. and all i want is my own little sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this is just one of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-681261995320271456?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/681261995320271456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/681261995320271456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/681261995320271456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments-of-silence.html' title='Stuck inside a dream long gone'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-7645587360398002511</id><published>2008-11-26T20:02:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:20:26.499+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Simple spring breeze</title><content type='html'>it's just one of those lazy days where a person sits and stares at the road while the mind wanders elsewhere. it's unproductive, yes. but it's also refreshing from the past few days where it's filled with chores and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW is beginning to seem rather unattractive. levelling seems like a chore now, pvp is what keeps me stuck to the game. furthermore, the game's just too unbalanced now with all the DKs around. flavour of the months are annoying, wish it would just die down already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been dreaming about home lately. about my little darling Tiara and silly Momochi. about life in Malaysia filled with friends and hanging out till late nights. i would not say that i hate it here, Adelaide is a wonderful place, but somehow, it's just not home. i've been here too short of a time to actually build up memories that'll keep me attached to this place, with the exception of the amazing Glenelg. who could ever resist having the beach just 30-minutes away? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss my parents, my mom especially. i miss being pampered, having someone worrying about my well-being. and home-cooked food, oh how i miss her cooking. i'm starting to get sick of being independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i could be thinking about the advantages of being in Adelaide. friendly faces is something that i get so often, genuine smiley happy faces. and delicious foods that i'll never find in Malaysia. all these helps ease the home-sickness a little. also, my special little boys are always prepared to put a smile on my face whenever i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spring breeze. it always smells to fresh and sweet. hard to believe i've just experienced the four different seasons in the past 10 months. this is definitely a memory to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, little Mickey's pestering me to prepare his dinner now. gotta run. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-7645587360398002511?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/7645587360398002511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-spring-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7645587360398002511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/7645587360398002511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-spring-breeze.html' title='Simple spring breeze'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-3309107133151804475</id><published>2008-11-24T00:43:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:50:05.841+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock</title><content type='html'>i need some sleep. but my brain just wouldn't shut down. have been thinking about the things that has to be done, and believe me, the list just keeps coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for my package to arrive. i have so many stuff planned for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to see Orion and Mickey getting along fine. they've been sleeping together in the drawer of my little bed-side table for the past few days. what a sight to behold. i'm still surprised that they got along so well at such a short time. i was expecting a missing eyeball or a bitten tail before the both of them come to terms that they're harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten two new baby ratties, &amp;amp; named them Winter and Spring. sadly, Dusty ran out of the house when Curious managed to open the door of their temporary cage. am still crossing fingers that Dusty will know how to find her way home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. finally my brains have stopped working. guess it's time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-3309107133151804475?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/3309107133151804475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3309107133151804475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3309107133151804475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-4464715964540007931</id><published>2008-11-21T22:56:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:08:12.647+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Every little distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/samsung-i900-omnia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 240px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/samsung-i900-omnia-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to finally go for the Samsung SGH-i900 Omnia instead. sure, iPhone definitely has the 'wow' factor, but like dear Ray said, what's the point of having something that won't satisfy me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnia, on the other hand, is packed with loads of yummy features. a 3.2" touchscreen, 5mp camera with auto-focus and whatsnot and a hawt looking design. best of all, it reminds me of my old Samsung e310c. don't ask me why, it just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. just unlocked my se k850i today for free. now all that needs to be done is to wrap it up nicely and send it to Malaysia as someone's Christmas present. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, break time's over. time to continue with my DMT assignment. man. i have such a short concentration span, could have finished this by yesterday, but every little thing keeps distracting me and it took ages for me to gain back enough concentration to stay put in front of the computer doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go getting myself distracted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-4464715964540007931?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/4464715964540007931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-little-distraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4464715964540007931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4464715964540007931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-little-distraction.html' title='Every little distraction'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-5071092248278096581</id><published>2008-11-19T09:39:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:54:35.145+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Resistance is futile</title><content type='html'>tempted tempted. should i go ahead and buy it, even though i know i'll feel guilty later on for splurging too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making decisions is tough. why can't Ray come up with some logical reasoning to make me feel better? i want to get it, yet i know i should not. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how could i resist? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/iphone3g-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/iphone3g-1.jpg" alt="" 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/1242186874512077320-5071092248278096581?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/5071092248278096581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/resistance-is-futile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5071092248278096581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5071092248278096581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/resistance-is-futile.html' title='Resistance is futile'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8263290133713989282</id><published>2008-11-18T09:19:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:45:03.751+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet baby Mickey</title><content type='html'>silly Orion is feeling insanely jealous and insecure. took us quite a lot of pampering and smooches before he begins to accept Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little furball, if only he realises that Orion meant no harm. guess this shows that first impressions do last. but Mickey is such an adorable kitten, he craves for attention all the time and rewards you for basking him in it with a lick or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 443px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his purr is the loudest purr i've ever heard. cuteness overload. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i see a little bird searching for worms in my garden. cute sight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey's claws needs to be trimmed, then he needs a shower before the vaccination which is due anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/DSC02428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/DSC02428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/DSC02434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this picture when he fell asleep on my bed which i was reading. even Orion was never this affectionate when i first got him. Mickey's breeder really has done a good job on raising this fine young kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that these two babies would eventually come to accept each other. the tension around the house is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8263290133713989282?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8263290133713989282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-baby-mickey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8263290133713989282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8263290133713989282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-baby-mickey.html' title='Sweet baby Mickey'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-8095801551616813974</id><published>2008-11-17T16:35:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:18:49.609+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>i knew this was going to happen, knew i was supposed to prevent it from happening, but yet... i went along with it. and it turned out to be rather... unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past two hours, my life became rather topsy-turvy. tensions were rocketing around the house, and both parties were extremely jumpy. even Curious, my silly little rat did not brought a smile to anyone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i've officially gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started out as an extremely ordinary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah well, cut the crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;kitten. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Toucan Pet Centre on Rundle Mall and spot a cage filled with four adorable kittens. i placed my finger inside the cage and he licked it. it was love at first sight. if i knew he was going to be this affectionate, i would have gotten his brothers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;named this little guy Mickey as he reminded me of a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, and boy, he's a frisky one. he's way more active than Orion was on his first day. not only that, Mickey is so affectionate that i feel as if i'm going to be smothered by his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion has begun to gradually accept Mickey, even though he is still extremely wary of him. who can blame him, he was the alpha male of the house previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snuggle snuggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah little Mickey, who can ever resist your little charm? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 136, 170);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-8095801551616813974?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/8095801551616813974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/unfaithful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8095801551616813974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/8095801551616813974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-514732887958991652</id><published>2008-11-14T20:08:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:48:40.464+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Position in queue: 422</title><content type='html'>after waiting like, forever, my darling has finally came home with my very own collector's edition of Wrath of the Lich King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KOg4fv7I/AAAAAAAAABE/k1w1mGoLmqg/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KOg4fv7I/AAAAAAAAABE/k1w1mGoLmqg/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268448752298868658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woohoo! baby Frosty the adorable little frost wyrm.&lt;br /&gt;crazy thing about a new expansion pack being released, i had to wait in line of a 422 position queue that lasted for about 20 minute. this is definitely a first for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, first thing i did was to start my very own death knight, with Frosty by my side. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KOm1eDiI/AAAAAAAAABM/xgophYvqavA/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_111408_143327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KOm1eDiI/AAAAAAAAABM/xgophYvqavA/s320/WoWScrnShot_111408_143327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268448753896787490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i swear, this is the last time i'm ever starting a DK class. got too whoozy at the end of the day. what do you expect from 6 hours &lt;u&gt;straight&lt;/u&gt; of playing WoW? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KO9-l_yI/AAAAAAAAABU/UOnyVlbErUU/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_111408_181947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KO9-l_yI/AAAAAAAAABU/UOnyVlbErUU/s320/WoWScrnShot_111408_181947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268448760109072162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tifania, my hawt DK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i got to say, i really love how the story of a DK progresses, and it was fun trying something new out. although i have to admit, getting a free epic mount and all blues when you're level 55 is part of what draws me to DK too. this sure beats levelling a level 1 toon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Ray was waiting in queue, i logged onto my mage for a round of Alterac Valley and what do i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1PQptVfYI/AAAAAAAAABc/rpfkwnMXu88/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_111408_131232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1PQptVfYI/AAAAAAAAABc/rpfkwnMXu88/s320/WoWScrnShot_111408_131232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268454286585855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just as i've expected&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/1242186874512077320-514732887958991652?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/514732887958991652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/position-in-queue-422.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/514732887958991652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/514732887958991652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/position-in-queue-422.html' title='Position in queue: 422'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SR1KOg4fv7I/AAAAAAAAABE/k1w1mGoLmqg/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-3330363759243065310</id><published>2008-11-14T09:17:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:00:56.274+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Another year takes flight</title><content type='html'>yesterday, we celebrated our first year of being together. it was a rather simple dinner, yet, it was nice in a way. dear Ray cooked up a meal of roo steaks and veggies. love the tenderness of the steak. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1433-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1433-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1432-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 279px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1432-1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how one year just flew by. somehow, last year still felt like a dream. oh how much i miss my college days. just lazing around with my classmates and rushing off to Blitzone for a round of Dota every time there is a break in-between lectures. man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. Dota then, WoW now. the games just keep coming ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have a sudden urge to play Maple Story, just for old times sake. heh. i wonder when will RO2 be released in Malaysia. it is taking a long time for it to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray's out getting our collector's edition of WotLK. yup, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collector's ed&lt;/span&gt;. we're such geeks. i predict another semester of distinction going down the drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i need to buck up. i can't afford to drop to only credits this semester. having certain loud noise people in my class is bad enough, i can't afford to show anyone that my grades are falling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate being pressured. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1413-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 285px;" src="http://i472.photobucket.com/albums/rr85/deliciate/IMG_1413-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at least he always puts a smile on my face. :)&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/1242186874512077320-3330363759243065310?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/3330363759243065310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year-takes-flight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3330363759243065310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/3330363759243065310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year-takes-flight.html' title='Another year takes flight'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-2885567164827576810</id><published>2008-11-13T08:58:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:05:05.938+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Snooze button</title><content type='html'>exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, class is beginning in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i left the cleaning up for last minute? in fact, how on earth was the apartment messed up so soon? ugh. i'm hopeless at keeping things tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WotLK will be released tomorrow, and dear is going to be picking it up once the store is open. can't wait for it, considering that i'll be skipping my tutes so that i won't be missing anything. i know, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning is nice and fresh. i can feel the cool breeze blowing through my window. this is so much better than the weather yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better cross fingers that i won't doze off in class. my brain is screaming for some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-2885567164827576810?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/2885567164827576810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/snooze-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2885567164827576810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/2885567164827576810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/snooze-button.html' title='Snooze button'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-4703701184507895213</id><published>2008-11-11T09:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:33:41.767+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The sound of chirping greets morning</title><content type='html'>So little time, yet so much to do. At least one thing is finally out of the way, I've shifted to my little house down Arthur Street, or more like partially shifted. Nevertheless, I spent my first night snuggled in my new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this little event made me realise that shifting from one house to another is no fun. Especially when you get tenants like me who messes up the place and procrastinates cleaning up. Which reminds me, the inspection for the apartment is happening this Thursday! Sighs. I don't like inspections at all, you get random people stepping in your place with shoes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully those who inspect the new place would be kind enough to take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps i should place a "shoes off" sign right at the entrance. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the location of the new place. How could I resist it, with Coles and KMart just within 5-minute away, and yummy Asian food located close-by too. Now, all that's left to wait for is the sushi shop that's opening in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heaven. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-4703701184507895213?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/4703701184507895213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound-of-chirping-greets-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4703701184507895213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/4703701184507895213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound-of-chirping-greets-morning.html' title='The sound of chirping greets morning'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242186874512077320.post-5776780307429380643</id><published>2008-11-09T23:30:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:28:29.639+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity at it's best</title><content type='html'>this blog was originally created out of boredom, but after spending &lt;strike&gt;countless&lt;/strike&gt; two days on this layout, i didn't want it to go to waste. so yeah, i suppose you should be expecting some updates every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welcome to may's blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the layout is not completed yet as there's a few minor tweaks left, but it's a pretty good one for now, ay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242186874512077320-5776780307429380643?l=deliciate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/feeds/5776780307429380643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5776780307429380643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242186874512077320/posts/default/5776780307429380643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliciate.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-basics.html' title='Simplicity at it&apos;s best'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04022228066245889417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cC6sOx9Vm4s/SXvOVo1svrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nZ8471mTHaY/S220/display2-copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
