<?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-33193996</id><updated>2011-07-29T19:48:09.874+12:00</updated><category term='Fun Times'/><category term='University Life'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Gemma Ward'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Blog Homeworks'/><category term='Job Hunting'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Confessions'/><category term='Daily Ramblings'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='News'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>.. memoirs of a lioness ..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8914307615942138222</id><published>2010-01-30T23:45:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:15:40.139+13:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dear Dessy</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that my baby wrote for me while we were out on a date. I must say he's a good poet, for the fact that he wrote this in 5 minutes while I was in front of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;With hair as dark as silent night&lt;br /&gt;With eyes as deep as the sea&lt;br /&gt;I stop at my feet at one sight&lt;br /&gt;Of you, filling my heart with glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your soft lips&lt;br /&gt;And hold you tender for a while&lt;br /&gt;For it pleases me from the centre to the tips&lt;br /&gt;And on my face brings a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Zubin&lt;br /&gt;Kitty O'Shea&lt;br /&gt;30/1/10, 10:30PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Letter" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_211.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;When he was writing it in front of me, I thought he was just scribbling some random stuffs. But when he gave it to me, I was mesmerised instantly! I'm a huge sucker for guys who write poems for me, and I thought his poem was sooooo sweet! I couldn't stop smiling for the entire night, and I had to stop myself from wanting to kiss him so badly! :) &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/33193996-8914307615942138222?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8914307615942138222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8914307615942138222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8914307615942138222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8914307615942138222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-dear-dessy.html' title='To Dear Dessy'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1321334978174695395</id><published>2009-05-21T20:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:09:25.001+13:00</updated><title type='text'>40 reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;40 reasons why Shrek is BAD for me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's arrogant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's cocky and so full of himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physically aggressive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tends to bring you down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Racist jokes (they ain't even funny!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offensive sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Occasional bad breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FAT (Astaghfirullah ya Allah, forgive me for mocking him like this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VERY stingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT a gentleman at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No sense of style apart from professional wear (Black sweatshirt &amp;amp; Converse &amp;amp; jeans the WHOLE time! Helloo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks he's the best, i.e. "larger than life"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks he's better than everyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grumpy for no reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spends A LOT, especially on fancy suits. He should really save up for his future!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he slurps some food... eww eww! A complete turn-off!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selfish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks he's the most important and doesn't see other people as important&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncaring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unattentive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's TOO BUSY! He's got no time for a proper girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't keep his word. (e.g. swimming a couple of km's a week? yea right!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He never loved me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was never in love with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He stinks sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He lets out a series of smelly, huge breaths when he dances. A HUGE turn-off! Especially when we dance together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heck, the way he dances! It's kinda embarrassing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wanted us to stay friends. But WTF, I haven't heard from him in a long time! He's probably busy fukcing other sluts right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't care about our relationship, otherwise he would've made an effort for it to work out and he would've asked for a 2nd chance when I broke up with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He took advantage of me, and my money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone else thinks he's not worth it and that he's not good enough for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not a lot of people like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He looks 10 years older than his age&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's huge! A giant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not even sexually attractive!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He ain't thoughtful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not musically and/or artistically talented&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not romantic AT ALL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had me. Yet he "threw" me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1321334978174695395?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1321334978174695395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1321334978174695395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1321334978174695395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1321334978174695395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/40-reasons.html' title='40 reasons'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2649198109437718617</id><published>2008-07-20T20:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:08:33.390+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship insecurity issues</title><content type='html'>I feel so insecure about my relationship with Shrek. There's this girl whom he likes to go out to movies alone with. Although he told me that he doesn't even consider her a friend because he feels like he couldn't trust her completely, I don't get why he wouldn't let her know that he's no longer single and that he's got me as his girlfriend (oh btw I bumped into both of them the other day when they were queueing to get movie tickets, and he introduced me to her). I'm 95% certain that this girl likes him! So if he keeps on acting like he's single then who knows one day she might make a move on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking him about her, I know it's intrusive and that he hates it when I do it. I don't want this to damage our relationship either. He wants me to trust him cos he trusts me completely, and he said that if I assume that he's gonna hurt me from the beginning then we're doomed from the start. I know this is true, but how can I trust him when he's acting like he's single and that he doesn't want to acknowledge to his friends that I'm his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found an article below, I thought it's a really good article and it totally reflects my current situation (except for the fact that Shrek and I aren't husband and wives, hehe). I will try to step back and give him some space. But it still doesn't solve the issue as to why he doesn't wanna let people know that he's taken and that I'm his girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest killers of many relationships are a &lt;u&gt;lack trust, jealousy and a lack of space&lt;/u&gt;. Many wives do not realise that &lt;u&gt;the more they watch a spouse, question him and want to know about the routine things he does, is the more unattractive they appear&lt;/u&gt;, the more claustrophobic the relationship becomes and the quicker they send him into the arms of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many partners do not also appreciate that they cannot be all things to their spouses who need stimulation, perhaps intellectual, leisure or otherwise, from others. If couples love one another and trust one another there is no need to spy on one another. Problems begin when there has not been much attention and appreciation between couples and suddenly one partner seems to be giving that attention somewhere else. It is easy to demand that a partner stop such connections but much harder to make it stick because something could be missing from the home and the action will merely be repeated quietly later on because the real cause is not being addressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Instead of asking any questions, let it be and begin to review your parts in the relationship&lt;/u&gt;. Could you do more things together? When did you last praise him? Or he praise you? When did you last send gifts to one another, play silly games, have a night of wild passionate love? What I am trying to say is that many relationships die of sheer boredom, of taking each other for granted and doing the same old things all the time. Along comes a person who seems exciting, who makes the partner feel relaxed and different and whammo! Problems afoot. But focusing on that person will not make the problems go away, if there are any. He will just switch to someone else down the line because you would be focusing on the symptoms, not the cause, whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been open about talking to her. He hasn't hidden it. Over to you now to have the courage to examine what could be missing by having some communication with him and start focusing on you both. It is easy to start blaming others for things going wrong, but &lt;u&gt;the third party is never important&lt;/u&gt;. It really is about the two of you and what you wish for your relationship. You cannot afford for him to see you as unattractive (you mentioned him getting 'an earful'). If that is all he has to look forward to, he will look elsewhere. Once attraction goes, it cannot be manufactured and &lt;u&gt;often couples concentrate on the negatives instead of simply loving and valuing their partners&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it realistically: So he answers all your questions and tells you what they have been talking about and you're still not happy? What then? &lt;u&gt;You cannot curtail his movements like a child and you will only make the situation worse with your negative stance&lt;/u&gt;. I would ask him just one question: &lt;u&gt;"When can we go away for a wild weekend together? We need some time to ourselves, just do something different, don't you think?"&lt;/u&gt; Then also have a long chat on the weekend to see how you both can get more from the relationship and build it from there. Otherwise any other negative action will merely leave you feeling stressed, anxious, vulnerable and very insecure as you cannot watch him 24/7 and he might simply retreat from you to avoid the confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article by Elaine Sihera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2649198109437718617?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2649198109437718617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2649198109437718617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2649198109437718617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2649198109437718617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/relationship-insecurity-issues.html' title='Relationship insecurity issues'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-7081841162361430070</id><published>2008-07-18T23:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:08:01.522+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>We had dinner together at Cafe Pasha, and afterwards I thought he just wanted to go straight home, but instead he took me to the Waterfront. We sat down, cuddled in each other's arms for I dunno how long (maybe almost an hour). The air was tolerable and not chilly either so it was a very nice and calm night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, he's been making moves to kiss me on the lips but I wasn't ready. But tonight, I finally leaned towards his face and at last.. we kissed. Then it started raining. Aah finally a kiss under the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_5_4.gif" alt="SmileyCentral.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-7081841162361430070?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7081841162361430070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=7081841162361430070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7081841162361430070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7081841162361430070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-7703608564471514139</id><published>2008-07-13T16:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:06:22.118+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision</title><content type='html'>It was an amazingly wonderful, warm and sunny day today (considering how awful it's been these past few days). Shrek and I met up today for yum cha (Viv and Scott were meant to come too, but they couldn't make it cos Scott was sick). While waiting for the food to arrive, I asked him "what's new with you?" Then he said "err.. I don't know... I might have a new girlfriend today but it depends on what you're gonna tell later on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yum cha, and as usual, we went to Kaffe Eis to get some gelato and then walked along the Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down, and I finally told him about my "decision". I told him how I realised that I didn't wanna lose him ever since he told me that he was leaving TEAM, then I said something along the lines of: "So I've decided that.. (his heart must be thumping at this point).. I wanna be with you". Afterwards we hugged, cheek-kissed (I think he did try to kiss me on the lips at some point, but I turned my head so he kissed my cheek instead, cos I want my first kiss with him to be very special), cuddled so tightly, and we even took pictures of us together (hey, what do you expect from two vain individuals?). But sorry I ain't gonna post 'em here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-7703608564471514139?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7703608564471514139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=7703608564471514139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7703608564471514139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7703608564471514139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/decision.html' title='The decision'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2509093411004201054</id><published>2008-07-10T15:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:05:18.510+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Now that it's much clearer in terms of where &lt;b&gt;Shrek&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Donkey&lt;/b&gt; are going (i.e. we've held hands in public etc.) I've decided that on Sunday, I'm gonna tell him my "decision" as to whether I want him to be my baby or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: Next time we meet, I need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: That sounds serious, your HBV isn't getting worse is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: No, it's not that, it's about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Is it a good something or a bad something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: I'm not telling, I'll keep you in suspense for a while. I've thought this through last night, and I've made my "decision". I just thought I'd let you know so you can stop wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: What are you makin for lunch baby boi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Chicken tortellini and chicken salad (--&gt; yes he loves cooking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: Yumm.. I hope you can cook them for me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: So do I. I guess that depends on what your decision is that I'll find out on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: So that means you're not an unconditional giver? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Haha I'm just teasing you, I like to cook and I like you, so I'd love to cook for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: Yay, I'm so lucky to have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: I know you are, I'm lucky to have me too, and I'm lucky cos you're gonna tell me something on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: You're not even saying that you're lucky to have me :( Aren't you scared that what I'm gonna say might disappoint you or tear you to pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: I don't know if I have you, I hope I do though, and I am scared but fear and courage sound the same so until I know I will just hope for the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: So what do you think my "decision" is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: I don't speculate about people's feelings like that, I know what I want you to decide, but I can't control what you choose :( But I think your decision will make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: And whatever happens, I want us to still be close partners in crime, okay? I know what my decision is, but I still don't know how to tell you though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Okay, well you have 2 days to figure out how to tell me and we will always be close, so don't worry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww isn't he sweet? Just so you know, I've already decided that I want him to be my baby, he should've figure this out too cos I've already called him "baby" or "baby boi" instead of "Shrek" or "Ogre" or "Ogre boi".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2509093411004201054?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2509093411004201054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2509093411004201054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2509093411004201054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2509093411004201054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-7448574682747978328</id><published>2008-07-08T23:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:04:33.485+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>It's cheap movie day today, so I asked SHREK out to see Kung Fu Panda today. He gave me a big hug when I arrived (aww sooo schweet!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was sooo cute and funny. However, in the middle of the movie I got distracted. What happened was, I was putting my hands on my handbag (which was placed on my lap). At that time he was sitting on my right side. Suddenly, he reached his left hand towards my right hand, and sort of tickled it at first and opened it wide enough for him to slid his hand in mine. Then he grabbed my hand, carried it over to his lap, held it tight, and played with it by softly rubbing my fingers with his other hand. Kyaaaaaa!! For a while I couldn't concentrate on the movie at all! This totally sent shivers down my whole body, it felt soooo soothing, and by this move, I totally felt like I belong to him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anikaos.com/0024-angelstar_kaos/angelstar-kaos058.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to La Casa Pasta for dinner. It was great! And afterwards we walked to the bus stop. While walking I did think "when is he gonna grab my hand again?" and mid-way he finally did! Unfortunately his bus came first so he left first, but gave a cute peck on my cheek before he did :) Aah.. wonderful night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-7448574682747978328?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7448574682747978328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=7448574682747978328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7448574682747978328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7448574682747978328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-175443802452271779</id><published>2008-06-21T19:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:04:02.713+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: How can you cut your hair and not make it like Posh (Spice)? Does it look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: Of course it does, you can see it yourself on Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Okay I will, I still think you would look great with a buz cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: What's a buz cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Like in the military when they have it all shaved off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: OMG no way! How can you imagine me havin a buz cut?? Do I look like that in your fantasy or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: No I'm just teasing, and in my fantasy you look like you look now, though that may change slightly when I see you new haircut :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-175443802452271779?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/175443802452271779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=175443802452271779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/175443802452271779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/175443802452271779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-5257764397581786163</id><published>2008-06-20T16:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:02:34.174+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sweet convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: For someone still deciding if she wants an ogre boi to be her baby you seem to have made your mind up. I would be glad to know what you're goin through, bring your bitter melon and we can suffer together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: But once I become someone's baby I can become really needy, clingy, demanding, and a control freak. Are you sure you still wanna be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Like I said you're worth a lot to me so I'll deal with that other stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: But what happens if things don't work out between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: I would regret not trying with you, if anything happens with us I don't know what will happen, but if I don't even try it I can promise that I would regret not trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: I am willing to do so much to make you happy, starting with hot chocolate tomorrow. I care about you too much to not want to make you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-5257764397581786163?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5257764397581786163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=5257764397581786163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5257764397581786163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5257764397581786163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-sweet-convo.html' title='Another sweet convo'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-6605927404252862274</id><published>2008-06-15T18:57:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:03:17.874+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-pounding conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: Who's your baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: You're my baby silly donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Some things are worth waiting for, and I reckon this is one of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: You're worth a lot to me so I don't think you're worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Donkey&lt;/u&gt;: What makes you think I'm worth a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ogre&lt;/u&gt;: Lots of things, makin you laugh and smile, seeing you in the morning, playing hangman when we are bored, goin to Nandos with you, they all mean stuff to me and I enjoy spending the time with you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-6605927404252862274?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6605927404252862274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=6605927404252862274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6605927404252862274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6605927404252862274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-pounding-conversation.html' title='Heart-pounding conversation'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2768444901676329714</id><published>2008-04-13T18:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:00:39.047+13:00</updated><title type='text'>PCE1</title><content type='html'>I've passed my PCE1 exam. Alhamdulillah :)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any "Distinctions", but at least I passed all four parts of the exam, whereas Vivienne only passed three parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2768444901676329714?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2768444901676329714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2768444901676329714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2768444901676329714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2768444901676329714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/pce1.html' title='PCE1'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1750618202056151382</id><published>2008-02-28T21:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:59:39.349+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I've procrastinated a lot today and I feel so guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have my PCE1 exam (the first exam that I'm required to pass before I can become a Chartered Accountant) coming up in less than two weeks. However, today I occupied myself by creating this whole new cute 'n compact blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it was worth it, so I shouldn't feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'm gonna study, right now.&lt;br /&gt;But oh noo.. I feel so sleepy already.. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1750618202056151382?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1750618202056151382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1750618202056151382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1750618202056151382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1750618202056151382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8041812670360130654</id><published>2007-11-07T17:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:38:54.100+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Kosong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;enapa ya.. semestinya gua harus bersyukur for what I've got di hidup gua: ortu gua yg suportif, adek gua yang rese but I reckon life won't be the same without him, temen2 gua yang selalu bisa bikin gua ngelupain berbagai macam hal yg bikin gua worried (just by hanging out with them), studi gua yg udah lulus, kerjaan gua yg alhamdulillah bagus dan menjamin, the fact that gua udah bisa menghidupi diri sendiri tanpa bantuan finansial dari ortu, &lt;em&gt;de el el.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, tetep aja kok kayaknya gua selalu ngerasa "kosong".. numb.. pokoknya ada yg kurang deh! Mungkin karena gua homesick, atau karena udah lama gak take a long vacation (I seriously need one!), atau jangan2 gua udah bosen sama Wellington? (Tapi gk juga si, saking udah kelamaan disini rasanya udah "kebal" dgn rasa bosen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au ah gelap, gua nulis ginian emang lagi di kondisi yg gak jelas kok. One thing for sure, 1 bulan &amp;amp; 3 minggu lagi gua insyallah nyampe di Bali.. n then ke Jakarta for 4 weeks deh! Yipppiiee! Gak sabaraaaan! Gua bakalan reunian ama anak2 3.1 (SMP) 'n possibly anak2 1.1 (SMA), ngumpul2 ma anak2 ex-Wellington, shopping tas ama Ayu, shopping baju2 ama nyokap, traktir2, ketawa-ketiwi ama sodara2 (duuh mudah2an Uni Meuthia bakal ke Jakarta, cos I haven't seen her in ages and she's like the best cousin I could ever have!), maen2 ke Dufan, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah.. makin lama makin ngelantur ni gua..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8041812670360130654?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8041812670360130654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8041812670360130654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8041812670360130654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8041812670360130654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/kosong.html' title='Kosong'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8258154832917004808</id><published>2007-10-19T16:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:05:00.838+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Horee!</title><content type='html'>Gaji gua naik! Yaaayy!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8258154832917004808?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8258154832917004808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8258154832917004808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8258154832917004808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8258154832917004808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/horee.html' title='Horee!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8321681869692900831</id><published>2007-07-21T18:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:33:22.733+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Sneak peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t has been another month since I last posted something here (mind you, that wasn't even a proper blog entry, lol). As usual, I have tons of stuffs to talk about, but I guess I'm just not into blogging anymore (forgive me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few weeks ago &lt;a href="http://livinglifeincolor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; re-introduced me to scrapbooking, and I completely got hooked! (I used the word "re-introduced", cos I first found out about scrapbooking a few years ago when the KBRI ladies held a scrapbooking workshop, but then at that time the scrap supplies were still too expensive for me). NE-way, here's a sneak peak of my very first mini-album (sorry but I've only taken one pic; i'll put up more next time):&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/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RqGnUrRMX_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1LFP7vlo3Zc/s1600-h/topside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RqGnUrRMX_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1LFP7vlo3Zc/s320/topside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089533027559432178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33193996-8321681869692900831?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8321681869692900831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8321681869692900831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8321681869692900831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8321681869692900831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak peak'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RqGnUrRMX_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1LFP7vlo3Zc/s72-c/topside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2732705078738216800</id><published>2007-06-15T22:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:31:13.149+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;img height="460" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/32/18/12/321812_852787ab362764tqvoda45.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2732705078738216800?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2732705078738216800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2732705078738216800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2732705078738216800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2732705078738216800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-7909631201688247657</id><published>2007-04-30T19:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:39:20.955+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can NOT wait for my new toy!! It should arrive some time next week. But aaarrrgghhh next week is so far awaaaayy!! Oh well, at least I have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_35_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how fortunate was I to have the presentation/training cancelled? Apparently my manager was flat out with his work that it just wasn't possible for us to prepare a presentation (i.e. an internal training session for the tax team).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just found out today that my performance appraisal will be held next week on Tuesday, 11 AM. I totally have no idea what performance appraisals are like. One thing for sure, I'll be in a room with Richard (one of the directors) and Keith (my direct manager).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaarrrgghhh ma new tooooyy! Ma new tooooyyy!! Come to mama dahliiiinnn!! In case you're curious what my new toy is, here are some clues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It's white&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It slides&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It plays music&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_17_20.gif" /&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/33193996-7909631201688247657?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7909631201688247657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=7909631201688247657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7909631201688247657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7909631201688247657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8208858572169485028</id><published>2007-04-23T20:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:45:15.768+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>The aftermath</title><content type='html'>Andy wrote me an email. Here's part of what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know what we said Friday and I stand by that but being realistic I am off to the UK in 6 weeks and all that other stuff. So it would be great to stay in touch but we both know friends it has to be. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_2_109v.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I couldn't agree more. There's no way in the world that we can be more than friends. Having said that, though, I'm glad for what happened on Friday night. Thank God I didn't let things go too far, otherwise I'd be crushed by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukannya aku tak tahu, kau sudah ada yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Karena telah kau bisikkan cintamu padaku, ku tau engkau berdusta&lt;br /&gt;Namun ku tak mau mengerti, selama kau masih bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;Karena ku suka, ku butuh cinta yang pernah hilang dariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini kadang-kadang tak ada logika&lt;br /&gt;Berisi semua hasrat dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Ku hanya ingin dapat memiliki&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu hanya untuk sesaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the atmosphere in the office has been quite different now that he left. I can't bear staring at his empty desk, otherwise that slight feeling of emptyness would come up again and I'd end up shedding a few tears. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_9_1v.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's performance appraisal next week! Oh, and not to mention the presentation that my manager and I need to do for the whole tax team! The worst part of it is that I have no clue on the topic that they want us to present. It has something to do with tax ramifications and debt insolvencies. Kyaaaaaa!! Bagaimana nih?? Mati lah gua!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_11_6.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8208858572169485028?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8208858572169485028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8208858572169485028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8208858572169485028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8208858572169485028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-800470489065075438</id><published>2007-04-21T11:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:29:11.195+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>A damn great night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday was Andy's (a.k.a Dave, so don't get confused if I use these two names interchangeably) last day at work as he's going back to his homeland (the UK) in two months, so right after work everyone from our firm went to Dockside for drinks. At first I thought I was gonna hang around with them for a few hours and leave before 10pm. However, I stayed with them until 6am in the morning! Haha! So that's 13 hours of partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/13/13_4_6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some notable stuffs to mention when we were at Dockside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When I was chatting with Dave, he revealed to me of what the managers and directors think of the three graduates (me, Conal and Vivienne). Apparently he's been intrigued by me, and his personal thought was that I was the one who stood out and had the most potential to go far &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_4_7v.gif" /&gt; and succeed in my career (not that the other two don't have potential, but what he's saying is that I was the best out of the grads). To my surprise, the managers and directors agreed with him (he specifically mentioned Mike, Phil, and AJ). Oh gosh, I don't believe this, do they really see that big of a potential in me? Cos I don't even believe in myself that much. I mean, I always try to do the best I can in everything that I do, but I don't see myself as the smart and clever girl with all the hidden potentials. Oh, and besides, berhubung gua masuk kerja tuh telat mulu (whereas the two other grads always come VERY early!) masa sih gua yg terbaik di antara kita bertiga? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Trus2, ada dancing session-nya juga dooong! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/5/5_1_122.gif" /&gt; Rich (one of the directors) refused to dance but I managed to drag him along. Gua cekikikan ngeliat dia joget, lucu sih, hehe. I'm gonna dub him Rich the Dancing Tax Director when I get back to work next week.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nah, pas lagi dancing nih, Conal surprised me cos he actually knows how to dance and throw the girl and spin her around and make her feel like she's in a rollercoaster (although he was kinda drunk that time, lol). Yg anehnya nih, he gave me a few kuchizuke when we were dancing (di pipi doang kok!) but he didn't do that to Vivienne or Kirralee! Trus juga pas lg dance gitu, he was kind of makin a move on me, tp gk gua bales, heheh. Tau ah, drunk doang kali ya dia. But but, pas di kantor juga dia bae banget ke gw &amp; did some really thoughtful stuffs for me (I've never seen him do that to anyone else), trus kadang juga kalo gua tatapan &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_5_136.gif" /&gt; ama dia (ceileee), rasanya ada sesuatu di matanya that makes 'em show that extra little thing for me. He doesn't look at Viv in that way! Oh BTW, Conal started working in our firm 4 weeks after me and Vivienne. Sebelum dia dateng, gua ngerasa apa gua kemudaan ya umur 20 udah kerja sebagai tax professional, soalnya Vivienne tuh umurnya 27 (but she looks 24) and the rest are in their 30s, 40s, and 50s!! Nah, pas Conal dateng, ternyata dia umurnya 21, and oh YAY I was so relieved I'm not too young to be here anymore! ^_^&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, I can't remember how many rounds of drinks I had while we were at the Dockside. Awalnya sih gua itung, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. tapi setelah itu gk bisa kehitung euy, I think I had quite a lot, tapi kyknya gk sampe 10 deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;After a few hours at Dockside, we moved on to Chicago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nothing special here, cuma makan2 doang, ngobrol2 tentang berbagai hal, AND minum2 lagi. Meskipun gua udah gk haus, tetep aja mereka ngebeliin gua minum, yaudah deh gua bilang aja Midori, enak sih, hihi.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;Nah trus kita naik taksi ke Mini Bar di Courtenay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Awalnya kan ada berapa belas orang yg dateng, tapi pas ke Mini Bar tinggal 7 orang yg ngikut.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I dunno whose idea was it to go to Mini Bar, cos tempatnya bener2 mini bo! Sempit banget dah.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Trus gak tau gimana ceritanya kok tiba2 Conal menghilang gitu. He told no one that he was leaving.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Setelah ngerasa kesempitan banget, kita pindah ke Vespa Lounge deh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nah, sekarang tinggal 4 orang, sisanya pada pulang kecapean cos kira2 udah jam 11.30pm. Tapi setelah setengah jam-an, Rich akhirnya pulang juga, 'n abis itu tinggal bertiga deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Now this was where we spent the rest of the night. We danced, drank some more, and talked some more. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_7_6.gif" /&gt; Emma got quite drunk after a while, but to my utter astonishment I didn't get tipsy at all. Jeez, my body tolerates alcohol really well; we were all surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When I was talking with Dave, awalnya sih ngobrol2 biasa aja, tapi tiba2 dia bilang "You know.. I think you're beautiful.." *jegeeerrrrrr*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dia bilang ke gua that he really likes me ever since I walked into the office (now I know I'm right about my suspicion that he likes me -- cos I caught him     &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_2_112.gif" /&gt; checking me out  several times, hehe). Yang gilanya nih, dia tuh udah punya istri!! (tp gk punya anak kok). Oh, and he's 33, although he looks a few years younger than that (not that age matters). So anyway, he feels really guilty for having this sort of feeling towards me, and that he doesn't want to feel that way about me at all cos it's not right -- he's married! As for me, I really like him for how smart he is, how nice and helpful he is towards me, how he goes along really well with just about everyone in the office, and I love his sense of humour. However, after having known from the beginning that he's married, the feeling that I've developed for him is more like that towards a big brother. He was about to cross the line when he tried to kuchizuke me (yup, on la bouche), but I whispered "you have a wife, Dave.." and he backed off. Tapi ya wateper lah, we still did stuffs that made me have butterflies in my stomach and that warm, tingling and loving sensation that I haven't felt in two years. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_2_107.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Pas udah jam 6.15am, kita bertiga cabut. Emma cabut duluan naek taksi, trus Andy nganterin gua pulang naek taksi juga. Hwaaa, I'm gonna miss him soooo much, both at work and outside work. At work, no one's gonna sit next to me after he leaves, hix hix. No one's gonna pick on me or play tricks on me anymore, hix.. hix. He wished things were different with the whole situation, and he said I'm killing him for the fact that he wants me so much but he can't have me (well, of course he can, but that would make me him cheat on his wife and I don't want that). I wish things were different too, hix hix.. hix.. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_9_2.gif" /&gt;Il m'a dit aussi que je le manquerai tellement, qu'il pensera de moi toujours, et qu'il ne m'oubliera pas. Huaaaa! He wants us to stay in touch though, as I'm obviously his favorita and he'd like to stay updated with my career progression too. And who knows, as I'm pretty keen to visit London, I might go there one day and he can come and visit me from Essex with his dream Aston Martin car (oh, and Adam my childhood buddy can visit me too from Huddersfield, haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudah deh, I guess I should stop here. Really, if you've actually read this whole story, you must have nothing better to do, hehe. But congratulations and thanks for making it to the end! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-800470489065075438?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/800470489065075438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=800470489065075438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/800470489065075438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/800470489065075438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-great-night.html' title='A damn great night'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-3872687227352131989</id><published>2007-04-16T19:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:08:47.514+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><title type='text'>A precious quote</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this quote to those of you who consider yourself a hopeless romantic, because I'm one too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Barangsiapa sangat mencintai seseorang kemudian ia menjaga diri dari perbuatan maksiat dan ia menyimpan cintanya sampai mati, maka ia telah syahid. (HR Al-Hakim)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was strong enough to do the right thing (especially the "maksiat" bit) .. and that I have this hadeeth to back me up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-3872687227352131989?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3872687227352131989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=3872687227352131989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3872687227352131989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3872687227352131989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-meaningful-quote.html' title='A precious quote'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1554765000647865041</id><published>2007-04-07T21:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:38:39.314+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Homeworks'/><title type='text'>Girls, this is just for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;adies, feel free to copy and paste this questionnaire into your own blog. So much for my hiatus declaration, huh? Lol! Looks like I'm still going to be around after all :) Oh by the way Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. Personally I celebrate Easter by shopping and shopping and eating lots and lotsa those Easter egg chocs! Yummeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your personal style? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;mmm depends on my mood, really. Sometimes I like to dress casually, other times I like to dress up a bit &amp; either be girly, sophisticated, cuek-ish, punk-ish, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your beauty regime? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;wash my face both in the morning &amp; at night, and slap on some moisturiser &amp;amp; rosehip oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what moisturiser do you use? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Epiderm Derma Butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleanser? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Olay facial wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exfoliator? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Epiderm Microdermabrasion Pro Treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundation? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Maybelline Wonder Finish in Sandy Beige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face powder? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Marcks Venus (--&gt; Indo-style! ^.^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipstick? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Revlon Moisturous Lipcolor and Maybelline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lip gloss? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Bonnebell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blusher? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yves Saint-Laurent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyeshadow? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yves Saint-Laurent &amp; Elizabeth Arden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mascara? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Maybelline Lash-Discovery is my all-time fave!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So which of these products can't you live without? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Epiderm Derma Butter (the best moisturiser ever with a heavenly scent), Epiderm Microdermabrasion, Trilogy Rosehip Oil (it really IS effective in vanishing my acne scars), face powder, blusher, and my beloved Revlon Moisturous Lipcolor in Tawny Dew or Mauve So Moist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So do you spend AGES on looking good? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;only when I feel like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And do you spend tons of $$$ on looking good? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What sort of look do you go for? (eg. glam, sexy, rock, natural) ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now let's talk about hair. What sort of hair do you possess? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Black, medium-length, layered, coarse, thick, hard to manage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's the last time you had a haircut? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;geez I really don't remember, it was about 6 months ago I guess. Oh but a few days ago I cut my own fringe, does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you style your hair? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I normally straighten it the day after I wash it, then when it gets oily after 2 days I tie it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now now, let's talk about your body. What type of body are you born with? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;slim &amp; slender. I can get away with whatever food I want and not get fat. Yay I'm blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;166 cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;50 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BMI? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;18.4 (--&gt; see, unlike what people think, I'm not underweight, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exercises do you do to stay fit? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I do light cardio exercises a few times a week, plus I'm starting on some abdominal workouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you go shopping, what do you tend to look for? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I used to be obsessed about earrings, but not anymore. These days I like to browse for winter coats, skirts, shorts, and I've developed a recent obsession towards designer bags (gosh I luv Juicy Couture and D&amp;G, they're so tempting.. yet so expensive!! If only my parents still live in Paris.. mmmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you go for a Brazilian? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ain't they painful? But hey, if that dumbass, airheaded Paris Hilton can stand the pain then why can't I? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you always follow the latest trends in fashion? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;thank God no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think fashion models should come in a larger size? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;heh, I don't care. It all depends on the designer's tastes and the style of the clothing I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you and your main group of friends have the same taste in fashion? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; once again, thank God no! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but not least, would you prefer a truly masculine boyfriend or a super-stylish one? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;70% masculine, 30% stylish and fashion-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1554765000647865041?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1554765000647865041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1554765000647865041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1554765000647865041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1554765000647865041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-this-is-just-for-you.html' title='Girls, this is just for you'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2242991418214879193</id><published>2007-03-08T13:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:17:41.439+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Officially hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;espite my past blogging addiction, it seems that since the past few weeks I don't even have the urge to blog anymore; nor do I blogwalk or bloghop as I used to, and I've figured out why. In the past, I blogged as a form of procrastination (e.g. from assignments and studying). But now that I've graduated from uni, I don't do assignments or write essays anymore; hence no reason to procrastinate by blogging anymore (although sometimes I do have tons of interesting and blog-worthy stories to tell!). And now that I work from 8:30am to 5:00pm and spend most of my days in front of the computer, when I get home I'd rather not be in front of the computer, so there's no time to blog (obviously I can't blog at work!). As for blogging in the weekend, naah I'd rather do something else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'd like to officially declare: "Hiatus mode: ON!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2242991418214879193?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2242991418214879193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2242991418214879193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2242991418214879193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2242991418214879193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/officially-hiatus.html' title='Officially hiatus'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-571187757143310573</id><published>2007-01-31T21:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:13:53.885+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y God, I can't believe it's been almost a month since the last time I blogged! Tons of things have happened since my last post that I can't even remember them one by one. One thing for sure, mom went back to Indonesia on the 12th of January, boo hoo. What else.. well, I went on a few dates with ... (I'm not gonna mention their names!), attended Anna's birthday party, Nina's birthday dinner, got registered at a few recruitment agencies that specialise in Accounting and Finance.. Oh.. oh.. and there was one time when my car almost got towed in front of Ardya's apartment (I was just exiting the building and the tow-truck was already there, and the tow guy was just about to get my car attached to the truck, and I thought "OMG I was sooooooo close! Imagine if I'd spent another minute at Ardya's!" but then what worried me the most was to have my mom yell at me 'n get angry about it). Umm what else.. oh yeah did I mention that Touf (my neighbour's lovely cat) only has 3 legs now? I don't exactly know what happened to her, but it looks like one of her front legs got amputated, I felt really sad when I first saw her in that condition :( but thank goodness she's handling it really well. As a proof: she still loves to JUMP into my flat through the window. I don't know how in the world could she still jump that high. How amazing, how CUTE!! I love 3-legged cats! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other things have happened as well... oh yeah my fixed-term job at Transit NZ has been great so far, AND they said that there is an opportunity for me to be offered a permanent position there, which I'm happy about.. but I'm moving on to something MUCH BIGGER, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow (if I can get back to my blogging addiction &amp;amp; if my internet's not a slow poke).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-571187757143310573?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/571187757143310573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=571187757143310573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/571187757143310573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/571187757143310573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/brief-news.html' title='Brief News'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8270241405106883326</id><published>2007-01-02T11:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:05:51.548+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Aneh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situasi 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tante2 KBRI: "Des, pacar kamu mana?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Gk ada Tante &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/indifferent0015.gif" border="0" /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tante2 KBRI: "Ah gk mungkin! Yg mana sih orangnya??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Gk ada kok, beneran Tante"&lt;br /&gt;Tante2 KBRI: "Ooo pasti diem2 yaaa..&lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/scratchchin.gif" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duuh gk percayaan banget sih ni tante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situasi 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tante2 KBRI: "Dessy pacarnya siapa sih?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummm.. &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/scared0005.gif" border="0" /&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Tante2 KBRI: "Hayoo gk usah malu2 sama Tante"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dia lagi di-transfer ke London.."&lt;br /&gt;Tante2 laen yg tadinya nguping: "Oh ya??? &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/listen.gif" border="0" /&gt; Siapa tuh Des??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hehe.. ada deehh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;case closed &amp; diriku langsung kabur dari pandangan mereka. &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/transport/moped.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anehnya tante2 jaman sekarang. Dikasih tau yg sebenernya malah gk percaya. Dikibulin malah percaya banget. Hilarious. &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy0009.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of this story:&lt;/span&gt; give 'em all they wanna hear and both parties will be delighted. &lt;img src="http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy0005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8270241405106883326?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8270241405106883326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8270241405106883326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8270241405106883326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8270241405106883326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/aneh.html' title='Aneh'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8037877856185157103</id><published>2006-12-30T12:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:15:02.119+13:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; years ago today.. I stepped my foot for the first time in Wellington, New Zealand. I can't believe I've been here for exactly 5 years now. I have no idea how much longer I'm planning to stay here. It all depends on whether I'll get a job offer in the next 6 months before my open work permit expires. So I'll leave it all to Allah SWT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_74.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8037877856185157103?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8037877856185157103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8037877856185157103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8037877856185157103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8037877856185157103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-years.html' title='5 years'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8434496582594196110</id><published>2006-12-26T13:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:13:23.635+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>GRADUATION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ear blog, I have isolated you for almost 3 weeks. How amazing is that for a person who was so addicted to blogging? I've been totally busy these days (busy working, going to dinner invitations, spending HEAPS of time with my family and friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et cetera&lt;/span&gt; that I couldn't be bothered spending a few minutes to blog). Anyway, I'd like to write about my graduation that occured on Thursday the 14th of December. Oh, and not to mention a few pics that I'm about to put up here! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did my graduation go? It was AWESOME and EXCITING!! I could definitely say that it was one of the best days I've ever had! Below is a pic on the night before the graduation day, I wanted to see how I'd look with the trencher &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_2.gif" /&gt; --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBStVLr6xI/AAAAAAAAABM/7kp7PvonwGw/s1600-h/Picture+097+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBStVLr6xI/AAAAAAAAABM/7kp7PvonwGw/s320/Picture+097+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012597323997113106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on the morning of the 14th of December (aka MY BIG DAY!!), I transformed myself into this (sheesh, I look like a ghost in this pic!) --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZMnzFLr69I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wybspr5pJHM/s1600-h/Picture+154+edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZMnzFLr69I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wybspr5pJHM/s320/Picture+154+edited2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013394568711498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a big day for me; just wearing the graduation dress felt soooo amazing!! I couldn't wait until the ACTUAL ceremony, which was just a few hours ahead of me. At 11am, my family (excluding my dad as he's busy with work in the Department of Foreign Affairs in Indonesia) and I drove to Victoria University's Pipitea Campus (aka the "2nd home" of the students from the Commerce and Law faculties). We just had to take some photos before the graduation parade began! Awww I'm missing uni already.. especially the Pipitea Campus.. more specifically the Rutherford House building where I spent most of my lectures listening attentively to the lecturers, drawing, day dreaming, sleeping, and even reading the Harry Potter book!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBf91Lr66I/AAAAAAAAADY/ODIT0NO-X9c/s1600-h/Picture+165eddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBf91Lr66I/AAAAAAAAADY/ODIT0NO-X9c/s320/Picture+165eddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012611901116115874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBiJ1Lr67I/AAAAAAAAADg/fwMc6K9BOnQ/s1600-h/Picture+166+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBiJ1Lr67I/AAAAAAAAADg/fwMc6K9BOnQ/s320/Picture+166+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012614306297801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBTbVLr6yI/AAAAAAAAABU/g3wtQQPjPGM/s1600-h/Picture+180+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBTbVLr6yI/AAAAAAAAABU/g3wtQQPjPGM/s320/Picture+180+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012598114271095586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 12pm all the graduands assembled for the parade from Pipitea Campus to Michael Fowler Centre in Civic Square where we had THE actual ceremony. The helium balloons made the parade really colourful! When we reached Civic Square, the mayor made a countdown from 5 to 1, and a second later everyone released all the balloons. It was such a wonderful view: the bright blue sky decorated with numberous red, yellow and green balloons squiggling up in the atmosphere. It was a symbol of our freedom from university life, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBJz1Lr6rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/saZZJNqCBp4/s1600-h/Picture+192+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBJz1Lr6rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/saZZJNqCBp4/s320/Picture+192+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012587540061612722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 1.30pm, the graduation ceremony began. This was it. The BIG moment. The moment where I can formally call myself a Victoria University graduate. It was such a happy and touching moment for me. Every couple of minutes I was about to shed some tears of happiness, but I couldn't let myself cry so I really had a hard time holding them back. I was classified in a seperate group: a group of graduands who have gained both a BCA and a GradDipProfAcc simultaneously. At only 20-years-old, I'm probably the youngest graduand in the group, and I'm proud of it!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_209.gif" /&gt; Anyway, when the group was announced, I was the first person to be called up on stage to have my qualifications conferred --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBLglLr6tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nWfT9Oq9yM0/s1600-h/Picture+232p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBLglLr6tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nWfT9Oq9yM0/s320/Picture+232p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012589408372386514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The graduation ceremony ended at 3.30pm, and by that time I was soooo hungry!! So we had lunch and drinks, then my mom, bro, and I headed out to take some more pics AND gelato!! Yummm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBUPVLr6zI/AAAAAAAAABc/JMHQdIMJsQc/s1600-h/Picture+310+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBUPVLr6zI/AAAAAAAAABc/JMHQdIMJsQc/s320/Picture+310+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012599007624293170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBSQlLr6wI/AAAAAAAAABE/cVzZhNxAfsU/s1600-h/Picture+288+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBSQlLr6wI/AAAAAAAAABE/cVzZhNxAfsU/s320/Picture+288+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012596830075874050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBKYlLr6sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oveTJLyN9aE/s1600-h/Picture+282+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBKYlLr6sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oveTJLyN9aE/s320/Picture+282+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012588171421805250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.30pm-ish we went back home. I had a major headache by then that I had to rest in bed instead of going out to Chiqa's graduation+farewell dinner. However, just as I was about to climb to bed, I received a phonecall from Sherley who offered me a temporary full-time job at Transit New Zealand as an Accounts Clerk. It was such a great timing as my part-time job at Sony Style ended on Saturday the 16th, whereas this new job started on Monday the 18th!! Talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rejeki &lt;/span&gt;on the day of my graduation! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_112.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBWF1Lr62I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tCNudhlRzA4/s1600-h/Picture+325+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBWF1Lr62I/AAAAAAAAAB0/tCNudhlRzA4/s320/Picture+325+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012601043438791522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next, you ask? Well, as I've mentioned before, I'm working full-time at Transit NZ but only until the 24th of January 2007. I'm on my 6-months work permit now, so in the mean time I still need to find a full-time ongoing job (preferably accounting or finance related) in order to extend the 6-months work permit to the 2-years one. Go Dessy you can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_3_30.gif" /&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/33193996-8434496582594196110?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8434496582594196110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8434496582594196110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8434496582594196110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8434496582594196110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION!!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GoN3kI2U1Q/RZBStVLr6xI/AAAAAAAAABM/7kp7PvonwGw/s72-c/Picture+097+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1467989197966685520</id><published>2006-12-26T11:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:38:05.623+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Enough said!!!</title><content type='html'>the boy To all my Indonesian fellas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A F***IN TRANSLATOR YOU FCUKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just because I speak English it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a f***in awesome Indonesian-English interpreter!! Cos I'm not!! I don't even know how to WRITE or SPEAK Indonesian properly, SO DON'T EVEN TRY SENDING ME PAGES OF DOCUMENTS IN INDONESIAN TO GET ME TO TRANSLATE THEM IN ENGLISH FOR YOU!! So FCUK OFF &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/1/1_4_106.gif" /&gt; and PEACE OUT &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_12_1.gif" /&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1467989197966685520?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1467989197966685520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1467989197966685520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1467989197966685520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1467989197966685520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/enough-said.html' title='Enough said!!!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1986282044553754024</id><published>2006-12-07T21:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:01:18.202+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Yaaay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;om's finally here!! Yaaayy!! Her presence is not the only thing that excites me, but she also got me 5 new pairs of shoes and several blazers/office attires!! Luv 'em all! Merci maman! ^_^ Oh yeah, my aunt also made some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kastengel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kue nastar &lt;/span&gt;for me and my bro. She's an expert in making these, so I'm definitely delighted to find out that she made them for us! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_4_22.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my graduation ceremony's in EXACTLY a week from today! CAN'T WAIT!! ^_^ &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_3_8v.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1986282044553754024?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1986282044553754024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1986282044553754024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1986282044553754024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1986282044553754024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/yaaay.html' title='Yaaay!!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-3997578550664659123</id><published>2006-12-04T22:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:36:13.702+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Me on Soundclick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been a long time since I last checked out the message board on &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/sparkledee"&gt;my Soundlick profile&lt;/a&gt;. Much to my amazement, there's this internet radio DJ from &lt;a href="http://www.scrubradio.com/"&gt;Scrub Radio&lt;/a&gt; who was interested in broadcasting my songs on her show. Whoaa..!! I'm surprised a DJ would be that much interested in my songs and MY voice! Yeah, me and my crappy voice. Haha! I don't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only have 3 songs up on Soundclick at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a cover version of Queen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a cover version of Bonnie Raitt's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can't Make You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a hilarious hip hop song that Sammy (aka &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/esze"&gt;eSZe&lt;/a&gt;) and I recorded together last year.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Some time last week I was in the mood of doing my cover version of Whitney Houston's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run To You&lt;/span&gt;.. but then my brother just luuuuuved to interrupt me by yelling "BERISIIIIIIIKKK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days later I was thinking of recording my version of Evanescence's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lithium &lt;/span&gt;by playing it on the piano and singing it simulatenously.. but then my "screeching" mode was on at that time so I couldn't sing properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. a few hours ago I listened to my draft version of an original music that I composed out of a personal poem called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/08/undying-love.html"&gt;Undying Love&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I sang and played the guitar in this one, but the guitar wasn't in tune here so I was thinking of recording a polished version of it. But then again.. I was interrupted half-way through, and whenever I get interrupted the "diva mode" in me would shut itself down. *sigh*..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-3997578550664659123?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3997578550664659123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=3997578550664659123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3997578550664659123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3997578550664659123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-on-soundclick.html' title='Me on Soundclick'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-912364595271338635</id><published>2006-11-29T20:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:05:24.839+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Hunting'/><title type='text'>Final grades this trimester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREN123 (French Language 1A) : A+ &gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mwaaahh!! My love for French will NEVER die! This was a pretty tough full-year course, and to tell you the truth I was scared I might get a K (a fail grade due to not meeting the mandatory course requirement of at least 75% class attendance) cos I HARDLY ever attended my tutorials, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAN112 (Elementary Spanish) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After having my textbook stolen and never returned, as well as losing my Spanish dictionary, I guess an A isn't so bad after all, although I still wish the "plus" (+) sign was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COML303 (Law of Organisations): B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lower than expected, but then again I'm crap at Commercial Law. Oh, and perhaps my absence in most parts of the lectures (due to the clash with my French compulsory lectures) are also to blame. (ada aja deh alesannya.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCY303 (Auditing) : C&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt; Don't laugh! I'M RETARDED, I KNOW!! However, considering the tremendous number of students who failed the course, I consider myself quite lucky. I'm still disappointed cos I really thought I did okay. Oh well, at least I won't have to repeat it again next year and that I can finally GRADUATE from my BCA and GradDipProfAccy simultaneously next month, and I'm thankful for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Long gone are the days when my grades were dominated by A's. BOO HOO. I desire to make a great comeback in the workforce arena! And I hope my laziness won't get in the way, ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I've got 2 more job rejections. BOO HOO! First of all it was for the position as an Internal Auditor at KPMG. They said that I nailed the interview, but the result of my psychometric test was lower than expected *hwaaaaaa!!* Then today a partner from Hercus King &amp; Co (a Chartered Accounting firm where my friend Kenny works) called me to say that I didn't get the job offer either. When I asked him for feedback, he said that I was a really good candidate and that I didn't do badly at all. He told me that there were 4 applicants and they all did really well, so in deciding whom they were going to offer the position to was a matter of who fits within the firm's culture best, and.. well.. that person wasn't me. I told Kenny that I'd give him a treat if I get hired, and I'm sure he already tried his best to promote me to the firm's partners.. but nope, no job offer! So no special treat for you Kenny!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess in New Zealand, organisational culture is very important after all. Being good is not enough; if you're an outstanding candidate but don't fit within the company's culture then it doesn't mean they'll hire you. I still remember when a partner from Ernst &amp; Young told me that one time there was a candidate who'd make an excellent auditor but he didn't fit within E&amp;amp;Y's culture, so they decided not to hire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh.. when will I ever get a full-time accounting-related job?? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-912364595271338635?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/912364595271338635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=912364595271338635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/912364595271338635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/912364595271338635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/final-grades-this-trimester.html' title='Final grades this trimester'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-7599036886474063631</id><published>2006-11-28T18:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:21:06.406+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Eyes and perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s usual I go to work by bus, but this morning something unusual happened. I was waiting in the bus shelter and there was a very old man on the far end of the bench. I was minding my own business when suddenly he started to have a conversation with me about my... PERFUME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: What perfume are you using? &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_54.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in my head) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Him: It smells very nice, very unique and different&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, it's Gucci Envy Me&lt;br /&gt;Him: Goo-Chee A-B Me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Gucci Envy Me, it has a pink bottle&lt;br /&gt;Him: Did you get it imported from somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, sort of, but they also sell it here at Farmers or even at the chemists&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hmm.. can I get you to write it down for me? I'd like to buy one for my wife&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah sure, so it's a Christmas present for her isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes, I'm sure she'll love it&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guarantee she will &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_16.gif" /&gt; [although I do believe the scent suits younger women better]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A while later after writing down the perfume's name on a piece of paper, the bus came so we had to say goodbye. Well well well, what a nice event it was to start the day &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_1_12v.gif" /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I surveyed a male customer with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were these very astonishing, crystal-clear (literally), marine-blue eyes!! I'm telling you, his eyes really do look like a pair of blue crystal balls! They were very shiny and twinkling, and it was like I could see the insides of his iris!! I don't think he was using contact lenses, cos they looked truly natural. I consider myself lucky to have ever seen a pair of such beautiful eyes like that! &lt;img style="width: 47px; height: 27px;" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_14.gif" /&gt;[Especially on a guy!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-7599036886474063631?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7599036886474063631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=7599036886474063631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7599036886474063631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/7599036886474063631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/eyes-and-perfume.html' title='Eyes and perfume'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-6805477662648649120</id><published>2006-11-27T23:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:12:33.389+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Back to Jordan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, so some of my AHSS friends have been asking me when will I go back to Jordan to visit them? and quite surprisingly, three of my friends that I'm still in touch with: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abzhakim"&gt;Abz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewallmustfall"&gt;Leila&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adamnabulsi"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;, have asked me the same question again TODAY. As Adam told me a few minutes ago, "we all love our Dessy &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_2_19.gif" /&gt; ". How sweet.. hehe. Well yeah, it would be great to see my Jordanian friends again, and I DO miss them, but right now I honestly have no idea when will I ever get the chance to visit the country again. One thing for sure, I'll definitely visit Jordan again one day, and I'll do that when all my precious friends are having their holidays there so that I can visit them all together at one time &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, DO check out &lt;a href="http://abzhakim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abz's blog&lt;/a&gt;, it's full of his superb artistic creations! His digital paintings are S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G! I have no idea how he made such wonderful creations. He is without a doubt the most artistic and photogenic guy I've ever met, and I'm proud to still be his buddy! Not to mention that it was I who gave him the nickname &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abz&lt;/span&gt; in 7th grade, and since then all his friends, family, relatives, teachers, etc either hardly ever call him by his real name, or they don't even know his real name! It's amazing how I've changed his life to a great extent by only giving him a minor suggestion: a cool li'l nickname! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_36.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-6805477662648649120?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6805477662648649120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=6805477662648649120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6805477662648649120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6805477662648649120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-jordan.html' title='Back to Jordan?'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-5569249448043299001</id><published>2006-11-25T22:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:12:42.315+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>What's up with me</title><content type='html'>These days I don't feel like blogging, but here's what happened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Went to work. Gosh it was sooo boring, but I reckon it wasn't so bad after all. Besides, there was a bit of "playtime" with the boyz when no customers were in the store. Thank God they're all nice to me, especially Jon who's such a really friendly guy from the start. Fred's real fun too and he has a great sense of humour, but unfortunately this week's his last week of work at Sony.. which means that starting from next week there probably won't be as much laughter as the past few days of work.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;At night, my bro and Nina and I went to KBRI for the new ambassador's welcoming party. He seems like a friendly person, and rumours have it that his wife is a film producer (my friends said that Ca-Bau-Kan and Arisan were two movies that she produced). Not only that, but she also produced some of Peter Pan's video clips, and it looks like she was about to bring the famous Indonesian band to Wellington for the New Year's Eve party, but she cancelled it due to the band's split. BOO HOO!!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;My God, there's these three new KBRI girls and they can all sing!! Especially Lia the oldest one. She has a really nice voice when she sang last night.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I'm glad to say that I do NOT hate my ex. I used to think that &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/164614/normal_lagerfelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/200/851350/normal_lagerfelf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since he's about to get married, I didn't want him in my life anymore --not even as friends-- and because of that a few months ago I deliberately "deleted" him from my life (eg. from my friendster, MSN, cellphone, etc). Moreover, I dunno know why but I always get the feeling that he hates me for ignoring him and not being friendly to him. But last night when I was sitting alone (my friends were minding their own business) he suddenly sat right behind me and we talked and talked then he went off to get me a drink (haha padahal gua gk minta &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_101.gif" /&gt; Oh, he even drew a cute flower on the styrofoam cup and tried to scare me off by saying that it was someone else's cup). Then we watched Lia sing and he commented on how good her voice is but then he noticed from her voice that she probably doesn't have a musical background like I do, then he complimented me and told me that he still finds my voice way better than hers&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_19_1.gif" /&gt; , and then we talked and talked and talked again within such proximity that made several people stare at us (sheesh!!). Anyway, last night I really felt okay with him u know. It's like I've finally come to realise that I don't feel "that way" about him anymore, and that I'm finally okay with the fact that he's getting married soon. Furthermore, it's good to know that the thoughts of him hating me were mere nonsense. But most of all, last night made me feel that I do NOT want him out of my life -- I still want him to be my friend. So yeah, although he used to be the biggest jerk I've ever met, I reckon he does make a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, but there IS a person that I do hate. It's not that I "hate" him, but I dislike him in such a way that makes me wanna kick his ass every time he talks to me. Last night I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/802149/Freak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/200/622142/Freak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thought he wasn't present, but then Koko (my ex) pointed him out and said "tuh dia!" and I thought aaarrghh! See, every time there's an event at KBRI, this weird man would always ask me things like "Des, Koko mana?" (&gt;&gt; emang gua pikirin) or "Des, Koko kenapa gk dateng?" (&gt;&gt; mana gua tau!!) or "kok kamu sama Koko datengnya gk barengan?" (&gt;&gt; emang kenapa??). Man, I'm so sick of him asking those questions, especially when I've told him a thousand times that we're not together anymore!! It's like he doesn't wanna believe it u know?? Which is why every time I see this person, I'd always try to get as far away from him as possible, cos he'd always try to get me to talk to him about my relationship with Koko. Anyhoo, last night he asked "kok gk sama Koko? Lagi marahan ya?" (&gt;&gt; aduuuh ni orang, gua getok deh lama2!!). Buat yg penasaran ni orang kyk apa, dia tuh udah bapak2, tapi aneh gitu deh, trus suka ikut campur urusan gua gitu. Damn, I miss the times when Yani and I used to make fun of him 'til our stomach hurt like hell! It's mean, I know, but it's amusing! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_203.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Went to work again, but this time the day flew quite fast.. and I was faced with a mean customer. He bought a handycam, but maann! He was sooo rude! He pissed me off and I could've shouted "GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!!!" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ever since I work at Sony, there's a guy that I really get along with.. and just before I left today, he asked me out. Aww maaann! I hope this won't be a date. I mean, he's a really nice person.. but I dunno, he's not my type and I don't see him in "that" way.. and besides, he's not Muslim.. but I reckon we can still go out as friends &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_12_10.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I felt tired after work, yet I walked to Manners to visit The Rock Shop and had a browse on their piano sheetmusic collection. I didn't buy any of them, so I wanted to go home and went to the bus stop at James Smith corner. The Island Bay bus was there! But I didn't have cash with me so I walked to the ATM at Courtenay Place. I was about to walk to the furthest bus stop near Embassy Theatre afterwards, but then I realised that the bus stop in front of Nandos was a lot closer. So I went back and accidentally saw Fahmi outside &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/214747/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/320/916493/73.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbucks -- he was holding a frappuccino. He was looking for a seat, so I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kagetin aaah.. &lt;/span&gt;and yup, I scared him from behind, haha!! Then I asked him what was he doing there, and he said he was meeting Koko so I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooooo-kaaayy.. is this bad timing or what? &lt;/span&gt;then Koko suddenly came up behind me with a cup of coffee and the three of us sat down. As much as I was surprised to see him, he probably least expected me to be there. At first I felt like I shouldn't have been there, but then they urged me to get a drink so I bought some bubble tea. After a while, Koko asked me to join them for a movie and although I didn't know what the movie was about, I said yes. Besides, it would be much more fun than staying at home. We turned out to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flags of Our Fathers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which is a war movie based on a true story. I don't normally like war movies, but thank God this one's got Ryan Philippe and Paul Walker in it (they're two of my favourite actors). Anyway, if I could sum up the movie in one sentence, it would be: cool at first, but boring after a while. It has a depressing ending, and strangely none of the audience made a move from their seat when the movie was over!! The three of us were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oookaaayy.. kok gak ada yg keluar?? &lt;/span&gt;Then I realised that most of them were oldies (kakek2 and nenek2).. hmm perhaps they're really paying tribute to the dead men in the movie.. and maybe the movie really made them feel so depressed. After hesitating for a while, we finally made a quite impolite move, which was walking out of the cinema room when everyone else wasn't moving. Afterwards, Koko and Fahmi drove me home. Man, we should've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt; instead! I wonder who insisted on watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flags of Our Fathers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I got a MySpace message from Deborah, my Ivory Coastern best friend whom I've known since 7th grade in Jordan who's now in the States. She's facing her finals right now, and she promised me that she'll call me once her exams are over. Man, I CANNOT wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-5569249448043299001?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5569249448043299001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=5569249448043299001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5569249448043299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5569249448043299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s up with me'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1223905915942985970</id><published>2006-11-25T10:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:44:57.713+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Homeworks'/><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://livinglifeincolor.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;! I'm not sure whether I'm doing this correctly.. but here it goes:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt; I am happy and excited to.. &gt;&gt; see my mom and graduate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two.&lt;/span&gt; My family &amp; friends.. &gt;&gt; are important to me. without them, i'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three.&lt;/span&gt; I feel frustrated.. &gt;&gt; when things turn out the way they weren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four.&lt;/span&gt; The most important thing in my life is.. &gt;&gt; my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;five. &lt;/span&gt;I always carry.. &gt;&gt; my EFTPOS card, driver's licence, lip gloss, cellphone, and microfibre cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six.&lt;/span&gt; I think tomorrow.. &gt;&gt; will be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven.&lt;/span&gt; I’m at my happiest when.. &gt;&gt; I'm with the people who know me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight.&lt;/span&gt; On a Monday morning.. &gt;&gt; err.. I guess I'll be at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nine.&lt;/span&gt; My favorite food ingredient is.. &gt;&gt; sesame oil. dunno why but i just like to smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten.&lt;/span&gt; My eyes are.. &gt;&gt; going through phases. sometimes they look chinito, other times they're normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eleven. &lt;/span&gt;My favorite material possession is.. &gt;&gt; my piano, my diary, and precious birthday presents from friends and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twelve.&lt;/span&gt; To relax, I like to.. &gt;&gt; sleep, hang out with friends, or play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thirteen.&lt;/span&gt; The town I live in is.. &gt;&gt; so small and quite boring, but then I'm used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourteen.&lt;/span&gt; My worst habit is.. &gt;&gt; procrastinating and just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fifteen.&lt;/span&gt; My guilty pleasure is.. &gt;&gt; none I guess.. cos I don't feel guilty eating anything :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixteen. &lt;/span&gt;When I look at someone, the first thing I see is.. &gt;&gt; their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seventeen. &lt;/span&gt;I think I will.. &gt;&gt; sleep right after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighteen. &lt;/span&gt;I can live without.. &gt;&gt; traitors and manipulators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nineteen.&lt;/span&gt; I wish.. &gt;&gt; I've earned myself a full-time accounting job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twenty. &lt;/span&gt;My life is.. &gt;&gt; good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1223905915942985970?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1223905915942985970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1223905915942985970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1223905915942985970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1223905915942985970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-4259022095597937877</id><published>2006-11-20T21:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:00:09.545+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>What happened today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I started working part time at Sony to undertake surveys of clients. It was cool! The staff were friendly, and I was paired up with a French girl called Lydie. She's awesome, and it was nice having someone to converse in French with &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" /&gt;. Oh yeah, one time there were these two ladies who literally spent a few hours inside the store talking with one of our sales consultants and looking at Sony TVs, compact digicams, SLR digicams, MP3 players, etc. Later after they left, I found out that these ladies had won a $100000 prize and that they were spending the money on Sony products!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/im/omg.gif" /&gt; I wouldn't even mention the $$$ figure if I were them!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I finally bought a new digital camera! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/99.gif" /&gt;Yaay!! After doing a bit of research on digicams that have the technical features that I wanted and suited my budget, I ultimately decided on the cute little pink Fuji Finepix Z3. I even visited several photography and electronic stores to find the cheapest one available! I haven't tried taking pics with my new digicam yet, cos it has to be charged overnight before doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I checked my student records again to see whether my FREN123 result is out already. To my disappointment: Nope, it ain't out yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few minutes ago I went for a pee, and I noticed that my pee smelt like cat urine. Weird. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_12_10.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-4259022095597937877?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4259022095597937877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=4259022095597937877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/4259022095597937877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/4259022095597937877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-happened-today.html' title='What happened today'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-5509326551783672575</id><published>2006-11-19T22:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:41:57.132+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>2006 Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday I met up with my bebi Ing-Ing to watch the 2006 Christmas Parade. It was great catching up with her after not seeing her for ages! After the parade, we went straight to the Parliament building as well as Victoria University's law school (aka the Old Government Building). We didn't go inside our beloved Rutherford House building (aka Commerce students' elite new building that's envied by those who get stuck in the old Kelburn campus, lol) cos we knew that the doors would be locked on Sunday. So here are a few pics that Ing-Ing took of me with her digicam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/910236/parliament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/320/686532/parliament.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In front of the government's Parliament building aka The Beehive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when I first came to Wellington, I honestly thought it was a bee farm, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/789458/statu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/320/805800/statu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just trying to imitate the statue =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/870270/ruthrfrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/320/598459/ruthrfrd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My beloved Rutherford House uni building  aka my  "home" away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hey how come I look so short here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/1600/871254/lawsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/12/4052/320/438053/lawsch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vic Uni's Law School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to have some of my summer classes there&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/33193996-5509326551783672575?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5509326551783672575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=5509326551783672575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5509326551783672575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5509326551783672575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/2006-christmas-parade_19.html' title='2006 Christmas Parade'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1258382398506828306</id><published>2006-11-18T23:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:58:18.422+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'>Auditing final grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, this should be the shortest blog entry I've ever written. See, yesterday afternoon Kenny texted me out of the blue only to say that he passed Auditing. Then a bell rang in my head: the ACCY303 aka Auditing final grade was finally there! I was curious, I wanted to know what I got!! But.. but.. I was so scared, finding out my Auditing result was like choosing between life and death. I was so scared that I might fail Auditing, because the course is well-known as the hardest Accountancy course ever introduced in our university! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_15.gif" /&gt; As proof, a great number people have failed it every year, including one of my girl friends who failed it last year. So yeah, I didn't have the courage to check my result yesterday. As a consequence, I couldn't sleep properly last night as I was haunted by a number of nightmares about my Auditing mark!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_204.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this morning I wasn't planning to check my Auditing mark either, but in the afternoon I was chatting with Nina and had this random urge to find out my result. So there I went.. every mouse click throughout my online student records was a step closer to viewing my result. And there I was.. scrolling down and searching for a D (a fail grade).. but I couldn't find any D's. So I looked on the left side of the box to find ACCY303.. there it was.. and I looked at what it said on the right. Then.. Alhamdulillaaaah.. I passed it!! I passed Auditing!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_114.gif" /&gt; I passed the freakiest course I've ever done!! It was a very low grade. In fact it was one of my lowest ever, and I'm still kinda disappointed by it. But at the same time I feel so thankful that I've passed the course! As I've said before, a lot of students have failed it (I've checked the whole list of Auditing students and their grades, and yup, TONS of people failed the course! I couldn't believe it myself, I've never seen so many failing grades ever!!) and the last thing I wanted was to fail the course and having to repeat it again next year (oh, and they already warned us that they're definitely gonna make the course harder next year!). Oh thank you &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_3.gif" /&gt; Ya Allah for letting me pass Auditing &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/77.gif" alt="^:)^" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. so I failed to make this posting the shortest ever, huh? &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_2_66.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-1258382398506828306?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1258382398506828306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1258382398506828306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1258382398506828306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1258382398506828306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/auditing-final-grade.html' title='Auditing final grade'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-1782863440365949373</id><published>2006-11-17T00:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:51:35.315+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A brief update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;So it's true.. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_3.gif" /&gt; my beloved digital camera broke down. A few days ago I brought it to a Fujifilm store and they said it's damaged on the inside. There's no way they could manually fix it themselves. They said that the camera has to be sent to the Fuji manufacturer in Auckland, and with that kind of internal damage it would cost around NZ$300-NZ$400, and I instantly thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh goodie goodie goodie.. what will I tell daddy?? &lt;/span&gt;(cos he was the one who bought the cam and he expected me to take good care of it). &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/99.gif" /&gt; Oh well, the camera's pretty old anyway (my dad bought it in 2003), and with that much cost of repairing it I might as well purchase a new one (with my own money of course -- since the damage was partly my fault).&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mom's gonna come here for my graduation ceremony this December. Yay!!&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_111.gif" /&gt; Aah, I miss eating lotsa delicious food everyday, tee hee hee. But the excitement's here already!! I can't wait to see my mommy, elle me manque tellement!&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_2_32.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm gonna start working part-time in Sony on Monday. Luckily the pay's pretty decent too!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Since last Monday, I've already known that some of my final grades have come up on my online student records, yet it was only last afternoon that I had the courage to access my records. Two of my marks were there (SPAN112 and COML303), and considering the circumstances that I'd been through (eg. lecture timetable clashes) I'm pretty satisfied with them although they weren't straight A's. I won't tell you what I got -- at least for now. I'll do so when I have obtained all four grades, so in the mean time.. wish me luck!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_9_24.gif" /&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/33193996-1782863440365949373?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1782863440365949373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=1782863440365949373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1782863440365949373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/1782863440365949373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-points.html' title='A brief update'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116329561488471221</id><published>2006-11-11T23:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:31.700+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>A fun Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ina, Leesha, and I finally had the chance to meet up and hang out together. It's been such a long time since I last saw them, especially Leesha. We met up for lunch at Satay Kajang, and man I hate Leesha [NOT!], she didn't have to pay for my lunch when I was in the toilet u know! but anyway, &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/im/thx.gif" /&gt; so much gurl! After lunch, we walked to Frank Kitts Park to buy some gelato (yumm!!) and after a while Leesha had to leave early so Nina and I went window shopping. We were both looking for a cool pair of sunglasses, but none of them made us look fab and stylish &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_2.gif" /&gt; so we left home empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I went to Poonam's &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/13/13_3_40.gif" /&gt; birthday party &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/301.gif" /&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.strawberryfare.co.nz"&gt;Strawberry Fare&lt;/a&gt;. It was great fun! There were about 15 people who came, and our table was definitely the noisiest! I wanted to bring my digital camera but unfortunately it had a malfunction and wasn't working properly at all. Hwaa! What the hell happened to it?? The last time I used it was when I took pics of Tash.. and I remember putting it on top of the piano afterwards. I suppose Tash didn't knock it down, did she?? I hope not! Anyway, it was getting really late at Strawberry Fare. Some of Poonam and Anshu's friends went home, but the rest who remained headed straight to Courtenay Place for clubbing. They urged me to come along, but I was really sleepy by then that I decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's something random: Gwen Stefani's latest single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wind it Up&lt;/span&gt;, is sooo hilarious!! It cracked me up big time when I first heard it on the radio. I luv the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yodellay yodellay yodel loow &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bits. It's just that I find yodels hysterical! Oh, you shud've seen it when Heidi Klum (a German supermodel who's married to Seal) yodelled at the Tyra Banks Show!! &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/im/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116329561488471221?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116329561488471221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116329561488471221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116329561488471221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116329561488471221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-saturday.html' title='A fun Saturday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116313967603373575</id><published>2006-11-10T18:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:13:01.685+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Homeworks'/><title type='text'>Homework: Countdown from 10 to 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**TEN random things about you**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's nothing I love more than laughing and people who make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes I feel that I love cats and kittens more than people&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm pretty noisy at home, and I sing a lot in front of my computer&lt;br /&gt;4. Despite my age, I love big and cuddly stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;5. People who talk and open their mouth while munching their food turn me off&lt;br /&gt;6. During my high school years in Indonesia, I used to hate accounting soooo much&lt;br /&gt;7. I would've studied medicine if I had stayed in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;8. I love being skinny, it's hereditary and it's been part of my lifestyle as I don't have a huge appetite anyway&lt;br /&gt;9. No matter what people say, I always feel that nobody cares about me&lt;br /&gt;10. I love making new friends, but I have trouble trusting people as a lot of my so-called friends have betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**NINE last things you did**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last place you were : Wellington CBD&lt;br /&gt;2. last cigarette : I don't smoke&lt;br /&gt;3. last meal : Cantonese stir-fry chicken (I made it!)&lt;br /&gt;4. last movie watched : The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;5. last phone call : a person from the Wellington City Council&lt;br /&gt;6. last CD played : Christina Aguilera's "Back to Basics"&lt;br /&gt;7. last BUBBLE bath : haven't had one in a looong time..&lt;br /&gt;8. last time you cried : a few minutes ago, damn TV soap opera!&lt;br /&gt;9. last alcohol drink : haven't had one in ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**EIGHT have you evers**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever dated someone twice: u mean dating 2 people simultaneously? no&lt;br /&gt;2. have you ever been cheated on: technically, yes&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever kissed someone: yup&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever kissed someone you regret: no&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever fallen in love: who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever lost someone: yes, my grandparents from my mom's side&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever been depressed: hardly ever&lt;br /&gt;8. have you ever eaten a live animal: ugh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**SEVEN branded things**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shoes: Bally, Skechers, Nike, Gosh&lt;br /&gt;2. bags: oh I dunno.. Roxy, Cellini, Benetton, and several others&lt;br /&gt;3. shirt: I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;4. make up: Elizabeth Arden, Boots No.7, Maybelline, Revlon&lt;br /&gt;5. jeans: some Asian-branded jeans, but they're the comfiest and funkiest ever!&lt;br /&gt;6. watch: I don't really wear watches.. but my last one was Baby-G&lt;br /&gt;7. glasses: Vera Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**SIX things you did in the past four days**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to town&lt;br /&gt;2. Hung out at Sherry's apartment&lt;br /&gt;3. Applied for jobs, both full-time and part-time ones&lt;br /&gt;4. Slept a lot&lt;br /&gt;5. Read some novels&lt;br /&gt;6. Had my 3rd meningitis injection (my left arm still hurts til now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**FIVE things on your mind right now**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yaaay, it's America's Next Top Model in 40 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;3. Gonna make milk tea right after this..&lt;br /&gt;4. ..and do some blogwalking&lt;br /&gt;5. Then off to town in a few hours to buy some bubble tea. I'm cravin for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**FOUR people you can tell pretty much ANYTHING to**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Rohymas&lt;br /&gt;3. Leila&lt;br /&gt;4. Almira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**THREE favorite colors**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red&lt;br /&gt;2. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**TWO things you want to do before you die**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bertobat&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend the rest of my life with the people I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**ONE goal for this year**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduate and get a full-time job (oh wait, that's 2 goals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Send this HW to**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. anybody who wants to do this&lt;br /&gt;2. especially..&lt;br /&gt;3. Amel, Nara, Michelle, and Tiwi&lt;br /&gt;4. enjoy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116313967603373575?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116313967603373575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116313967603373575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116313967603373575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116313967603373575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/homework-countdown-from-10-to-1.html' title='Homework: Countdown from 10 to 1'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116287227030997170</id><published>2006-11-07T16:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:31.085+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein's fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;oor Saddam Hussein. The Iraqi tribunal has sentenced him to death by hanging. When I heard the news, I thought "whoa!". On one hand, I think he deserves the sentence after all that he'd done to the Iraqi people. Yet on the other hand I feel so sorry for him. I don't really like the idea of capital punishment. I think that everyone deserves to stay alive, no matter how viciously cruel they had been. I feel that it would be better if Saddam is to spend the rest of his lives in jail and be tortured with electric shocks every morning, and let God determine the appropriate punishment for him once he dies naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/saddamhang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/saddamhang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saddam Hussein in court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, what happened to Osama Bin Laden?? No more newsflash on him.. which is weird.. he's probably having a relaxing day on the mountains, watching MTV (just kidding), keeping in touch with one of Al-Jazeera's insiders, and planning the next terrorist attack. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116287227030997170?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116287227030997170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116287227030997170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116287227030997170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116287227030997170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/saddam-husseins-fate.html' title='Saddam Hussein&apos;s fate'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116280431207002460</id><published>2006-11-05T18:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:30.835+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>A day with Tash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday I am stealing Tash, my next-door neighbour's cat. No, it's not exactly stealing, it's more like borrowing the cat, tee hee. See, I was at my computer when I heard a cat meowing. The cat was like "meoow.." but I ignored it at first. Yet it wouldn't stop meowing so I replied "meooww?" and it went "meow meooow.." and I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, this cat's talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lol!)&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/tashhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/tashhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked out the window and found Tash staring at me, meowing again. I was really happy to see her there, and I just knew that she wanted to get into MY house. Then, without a second thought, I opened the main door and she ran in liberally (unlike Touf --Tash's sibling-- whom we had to use tricks and lure with cat food in order to get her inside). I thought Tash was hungry, so I gave her some yummy Whiskas, but strangely she wouldn't really eat them. So I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm, this kitty's just missing me &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/9.gif" alt=":" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She was so lively when I played with her, and she couldn't stop purring when I cuddled her and stroke her short, ginger fur. After a while I got tired so I went back to my comp, and Tash was sooo calm. She just sat there watching my bro sleep and me surfing the internet. It wasn't like she wanted to escape at all, whereas the last time I took Touf inside, she freaked out horribly and acted as if I was trying to kill her. After a few hours of holding Tash &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;captive&lt;/span&gt;, I realised that her owner was looking for her since he was wandering around the building while making some weird &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt; noises. Thus, as soon as the guy was out of sight, I shoved cutie Tash outside and waited for a while.. then voila! Her master was back, and she sweetly ran into her home. Aah.. isn't it nice that she now has two homes to go to? &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/6.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Tashcutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Tashcutie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Tasshh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Tasshh.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116280431207002460?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116280431207002460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116280431207002460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116280431207002460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116280431207002460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-with-tash.html' title='A day with Tash'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116261362915955851</id><published>2006-11-04T23:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:30.591+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>A lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; woke up quite late today, but instead of heading for the shower immediately, I grabbed the book I borrowed from the library called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights &lt;/span&gt;by Emily Bronte and started reading it on my bed. It's a really interesting novel that I couldn't stop reading until noon. The author wrote this book in 1847, and it's amazing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/wutheringheights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/wutheringheights.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how famous she'd become although this was the only book she'd ever written (along with about a dozen poems). They say that she wrote this story as an indirect reflection of her own life. It is about love, obsession, hatred, sadness, solitude, and revenge. I love Bronte's use of language in explaining the story. Anyway there are already thousands of scholarly essays and book reviews out there about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;, so go google it if you're interested! I'd give 4 out of 5 stars for this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was browsing for a new blog layout in &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;Blogskins&lt;/a&gt; (but then I decided to stick to my current layout as I couldn't be bothered spending a lot of time implementing a new one and making it pretty -- at least for now). Then I forgot how I ended up in a site that was full of cat stuffs: cat desktop themes, cat cursors, cat icons, cat wallpapers, etc etc, including cat Mozilla Firefox themes!! So I installed one theme which was this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/newmozi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/400/newmozi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the cat icons at the top! They're so cute, cute, cute, and most importantly: they're cats! (As a human being who's overly obsessed with cats, I could ramble for paragraphs about them; considering its unnecessity, let's move to another topic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it's been almost 2 weeks since the end of my final exams, yet until now I still haven't managed to clean up my house. That's probably one of the biggest weaknesses in Leo people (like me and a lot of my friends and some of my family members and my ex): they're completely lazy unless they have a REASON to do the things that they need to do. So beware if you're marrying a Leo! Hahaha!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/21.gif" alt=":))" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, early in the evening I went to Courtenay Central to meet up with my brother as well as my friends. I was browsing in the bookstore when I accidentally bumped into Hannah, so we had dinner together while waiting for my Indo friends to come (biasa laa.. pada hobi ngaret, hehe). At around 8:30pm we all walked to an area just beside Frank Kitts park to watch the fireworks (it's Guy Fawkes night tonight). This is the first time that I ever watch the fireworks from the seaside. Last year I saw it from Wisma with the other KBRI people, and in the previous years I normally had an exam or something that I could only watch them from home (luckily the fireworks were still visible from the dining room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fireworks on Guy Fawkes night (bad quality pic, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/ramee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/ramee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Gana, Nara, Fahmi, and Yessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116261362915955851?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116261362915955851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116261362915955851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116261362915955851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116261362915955851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/lazy-saturday_04.html' title='A lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116244342649303908</id><published>2006-11-02T15:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:30:26.413+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>An emotional crumble caused by an innocent cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/The%20Grudge%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/The%20Grudge%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="first"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday afternoon I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grudge 2 &lt;/span&gt;with my bro, Hana, Rania, Kania, Fahmi, Gana, and a new KBRI girl called Lia. I luuuv horror movies! Although I screamed several times during the movie (that I had to remind myself to cover my mouth every time a freaky scene comes), I still think the first version of the movie is waaaaay more frightening than the second one. Unlike the first version, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grudge 2 &lt;/span&gt;wasn't scary all the way from start to finish; the plot of this movie's too complicated and a lot of the scenes didn't make sense; some parts of the movie were boring and failed to engage the audience; and some of the ghastly creatures made me chuckle &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/24.gif" alt="=))" /&gt; instead of making me squirm in my seat. Then after the movie, we went to Oriental Bay for ice cream (it was a great, fine day yesterday), then off to Tante Ena's house to accompany Fahmi (and sekalian lebaranan kesana). Afterwards, Fahmi had to take the girls home, so Gana, my bro, and I went for dinner at Hot Rocks in Lower Hutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2pm today, Coconut m'a texto si je pourrais soigner Goddess, sa belle chatte, pour neuf semaines. Sure, I love Goddess til death, I haven't seen her for almost a year, and I'd luv to have her in my home again. En revanche, having her for 9 weeks is far too long.. and it would only make me remember him even more! D'un part, Goddess me manque, and I bet my ex is quite desperate in trying to find someone who's willing to give her a home while he's away getting married in Indonesia. Mais d'autre part, my house is too small for Goddess (she's gonna get bored if I keep her in all day long, and if I let her out I'm scared she won't come back), there's no ideal place to put her poop tray (and heck I can't imagine how stinky my tiny home will be if she ever poops inside!), I'd have to vacuum the house more frequently cos the couch and carpet would be covered in her fluffy white fur, and last but not least: il me semble que mon ex seulement profite de moi, car it's not like nous restons des bons amis apres que nous broke up, et il seulement me contacte quand il a besoin de quelque chose. It's like il me considere comme tempat titipan kucing doang while he's away on cloud nine getting married to some other woman whom I'm sure gonna have to face soon. Quelle sorte de gratitude me donnera-t-il quand il aura volve de Jakarta? Rien, nada, nothing. Il me dira muchas gracias, mais ce sera tout. Not to mention la tristeza que je devrais revivre, car avoir la belle chatte chez moi me rendrait seulement a penser a lui meme plus! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/20.gif" alt=":((" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Baby%20luvs%20nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Baby%20luvs%20nature.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma bebe Goddess qui j'aime tellement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Considering all this, si je veux proteger mon bien-etre emotionnel, I realise that the best option would be to say no, but why oh why is it so hard to say so? Peut-etre it's cos I want Goddess, mais a meme temps carressing this lovely, lovable, innocent, snow-white kitty for 9 weeks would only remind me so much of my ex and in the end I'm gonna suffer emotionally encore une fois, which of course I'm trying to stay away from. Alors, I haven't told him yes; I've only said "maybe". I know it would mean so much to him if I'd say yes, but it's not like he'd be willing to manifest his appreciation towards me to a great extent, donc qu'est-ce que j'obtiendra en echange that would really make me glad for doing the favour? As I've mentioned before: nada, rien, niente. I'm not saying I want quelque chose materiel en echange. J'ai besoin seulement de that extra something, u know.. something that would make it all worthwhile.. something that would make up for the emotional suffering (ie. the inevitable reminiscence of him caused by the cat's mere physical presence) that I would have to go through if I agree to look after her.. quelque chose that wouldn't make me regret doing him the favour. Oh gosh I'm shedding a tear while typing this.. holy cow! what a stupid, sensitive freak I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116244342649303908?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116244342649303908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116244342649303908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116244342649303908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116244342649303908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotional-crumble-caused-by-innocent.html' title='An emotional crumble caused by an innocent cat'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116229246843844234</id><published>2006-10-31T23:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:29.924+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Ramblings on a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;inalement, I got my brand new contact lenses. This is the very first time I've every tried wearing them, and oh God I was struggling on trying to put them in my eyes! But then it was even harder when I tried to take them off that I almost gave up. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love on the Dotted Line &lt;/span&gt;by David E Talbert. I don't normally like chick lits as the plot usually bores me, but I have to admit that I enjoyed reading this one. I'd give it 4 stars out of 5. It's about a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/lovedotline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/lovedotline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; broken-hearted woman who got sick of men who luv to play games on women. Anyway, this woman's a lawyer, and she became frustrated up to the point where she decided to create a "pre-prenuptial" contract that would secure her relationships with men. So she started dating a new man, and a few weeks later when things got "hot", she made him sign the contract under duress. A few months passed, and she found out that he cheated on her, so she took him to court, and that's where the excitement begins. If you want a more detailed review about this book just google it! I can't be bothered to type a lot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;girls who are sooo dependent on others! It's like they'd rather not go out unless someone picks them up. Sheesh! Unlike them, I'd catch the bus, take the train, and walk through rain, thunder, and storm if I really have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah ah, lagi males blogging nih sebenernya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116229246843844234?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116229246843844234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116229246843844234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116229246843844234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116229246843844234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings-on-tuesday.html' title='Ramblings on a Tuesday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116212012411937077</id><published>2006-10-29T23:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:29.776+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>A rainy yet fun Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tarted off my day at my baby Zygote's place where she, Muti, Harridz, Nara, Dianny, Ardya, and I cooked stuffs together, played fighting games on PS2 against each other (and I lost the whole time, aargh!), hung out together, and had a great fun and relaxing time ensemble despite the rain outside. We were literally bloated with these food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dianny's choco fudge cake: super duper delicious, I could genuinely say that it was the tastiest home made choco fudge I've ever eaten!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Harridz's sushi: very deadly, especially since he failed to warn me of how strong the wasabi was, he he. Other than that, I couldn't get enough of it :)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nara's sweet 'n sour ... (umm, what's it called again Nar?? I forgot!): a very yummy dish, I'm impressed, I couldn't believe he really cooked this!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My spring rolls: taking into account my laziness, I was too lazy to make my own original spring rolls, he he, so I just bought some frozen ones from the supermarket and cooked them at Yessy's house.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Yessy's banana fritters: I like how she dusted some fine sugar on top. I've never even thought of it every time I make them myself.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ardya's fruit punch: how very refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Muti's.. umm what did Muti make? hehe.. well, she was immersed in school books when everyone else was in the kitchen cos she had a test and assessments coming up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/food.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The food minus sushi and the choco fudge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/eeeek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/eeeek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet 'n sour guy, Zygote, and the sushi man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/chocofudgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/chocofudgers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dianny, Ardya and the choco fudge cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/cheeeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/cheeeze.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Togethaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3pm, I had to go for halal bihalal at Om Budi's house whereas everyone else stayed and rented some DVDs. Man, I'd rather stay too but it wouldn't feel right if I didn't come over to Om Budi's place, cos he and his wife along with my parents used to be partners-in-crime, and they both have helped me and my bro a lot ever since my parents left. So yeah, when I got there I was even more bloated with Mbak Wiwin's specialty: mie baksoooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 7pm, my bro and I went to Gana's house for another halal bihalal. And yup you guessed it: another full session of food! Hehehe! Later at 10:30pm we decided to leave as it was already past 10pm (my bro and I are still Restricted drivers so we weren't supposed to drive after 10). My bro was changing radio stations randomly when suddenly we heard the typical Idol soundtrack on 90.0 FM... and OMG about 5 seconds later it was Dom's voice saying something like "and the winner [of this year's NZ Idol] is... MATT!!" Yay I couldn't believe we were right on time to hear who the winner is!! I don't really like Matt and Indira, but I knew Matt would win. As my brother usually says, "The fat one always wins!" (I dunno why but he's always right!! We've watched other reality TV shows and the skinnier one always gets eliminated! We always laugh about how right he is about this one! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got home, Tash my neighbour's cat was at the doorstep. I think she wanted to go inside her home, but my bro and I lured her into our house instead (by giving her some Whiskas of course -- hehehe licik!) My bro was thinking that she could stay in our house for the night (and she could sleep with me! me me me!!) but then I didn't think it was a good idea in case her owners were worried she didn't come home. So I knocked at my neighbour's door and a guy opened it and took Tash on his arms. I went back inside my unit, but a second later I heard a "meooww" and my bro said "is it Tash??" so we went silent, only to have it confirmed by the sound of a closing door and another "meow" that followed. Then I thought aduuh kasian banget Tash-kuuu.. bego amet sih ni orang, tau gitu mending tadi gk usah gua kembaliin Tash-nya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116212012411937077?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116212012411937077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116212012411937077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116212012411937077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116212012411937077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/rainy-yet-fun-sunday.html' title='A rainy yet fun Sunday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116202200023857804</id><published>2006-10-28T19:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:29.462+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Eid = Eat ?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my first day of Eid wasn't at all amusing. However, ever since the second day of Eid I started to get that Eid feeling in my heart. On Wednesday night, my bro and I were invited to tante Marlina's house for halal bihalal. We were bloated with really yummy food and an even more savoury dessert (I forgot what the food were). On Thursday night, we went to Kania's house and ate siomay, sate, soto Padang, and es cendol. Then last night we went to tante Tri's house and we were bloated with pempek and a soto/soup-like dish. For dessert, we had es teler and tante Lina made this really tasty fruit cake. I'm so thankful that these people still care about me and my brother and that they're kind of looking after us, cos otherwise they wouldn't have invited us to come over for halal bihalal at their places as it was mainly the KBRI people who were there. Oh yeah, not to mention the tons of food that they gave us for takeaway.. which means that I might not have to cook until Monday, haha &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/4.gif" alt=":D" /&gt; Anyway, this afternoon we had halal bihalal at KBRI and the food that they served was nasi kuning. Aaah, I guess my Eid this year isn't so bad after all &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/1.gif" alt=":)" /&gt; but I still miss my mom's sate Padang and opor ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/girlies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/girlies.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and the girls @ KBRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/chichietmoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/400/chichietmoi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A pic with Chi Chi when I got home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116202200023857804?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116202200023857804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116202200023857804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116202200023857804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116202200023857804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-eat.html' title='Eid = Eat ?'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116168365316317374</id><published>2006-10-24T22:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:29.241+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Eid y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ay, it's Eid al-Fitr today! In Indo: Minal aidin wal faizin, mohon maaf lahir dan batin yaa! When I was in Jordan, we used to say: Kul 3am wa 2antum bikheir! But in general, you can say: Eid mubarak! Heheh, banyak banget ucapannya. (BTW what did you use to say in Saudi Arabia mel?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I wasn't very excited when I got informed last night that today's the Eid instead of tomorrow, cos I have an exam today in the afternoon so I couldn't even go for the Eid prayer at KBRI this morning. Well, actually I could, but I desperately needed the time to revise. If only, oh if only Eid were tomorrow, I'd be way happier as I'd be able to enjoy the Eid day without worrying about the exam at all. So yeah, despite Allah's blessings for the most joyful day in Islam, overall this year's Eid seems to be the gloomiest for me for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The weather!! Aargh today's the worst weather this month! It was dark, raining and drizzling, and not to mention the wind that blew at about 100km/h (if I'm not wrong). Why oh why does the weather have to be like this during Eid day?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;For the first time I'm celebrating Eid without my whole family..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;.. and that means no delicious sate padang, rendang, opor ayam, and lontong sayur for this year! Mom usually cooks them every Eid.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, unlike in the previous years I didn't make kue lidah kucing for this year's Eid (exams, hello!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ah yes, the final exam itself. Because of it, I couldn't enjoy Eid that much. As usual, after every exam I get a tension headache and it occured again after the exam today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only did the exam restrain me from going to KBRI to pray this morning, but I also couldn't go to Fereena's Eid celebration at her house this afternoon! Hwaa!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Hmm what else.. oh yeah, no visiting other people's houses this year, cos usually the KBRI families would invite one another to come over and EAT! Hehehe. As this year my dad no longer works at KBRI Welly, who am I to go and eat at other people's houses uninvited? :D&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh, but thank goodness a few minutes ago tante Marlina texted me and invited me to go to her place tomorrow night. Yaay! Delicious Eid food!! Can't wait can't wait!!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/happyeid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/happyeid.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of my exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Last Saturday on the 21st at 2:30PM in the Easterfield building room EA206 (yay I still have a perfectly fine memory), I sat my Auditing exam. It was.. umm what's the perfect word to describe it..? UNEXPECTED! I just hope that they're not gonna be tough in marking the answers.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Today at 2:30PM in the Cotton building room CO122 (my Spanish lecture room!) I sat my COML303 exam (ie. Law of Organisations). It was Oooo-kay... I guess. Well, to be good at commercial law is being able to give out good arguments in your answers, and as a pretty vague person *sigh* I'm not good at giving clear arguments, but I did my best though. Oh, but there was one question that was 1 whole page long! I thought "crap!" so I left that one til last and unfortunately I didn't manage to finish it, boo hoo.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I'm just soooo glad that my exams are over!! MERDEKAAA!!&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/36.gif" alt="&lt;:-P" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I finally borrowed Christina Aguilera's "Back to Basics" CD from the library. I luv it, luv it, LUV it!! Especially since it's a double-disc album! Next time I'll post my own review on it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/red.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*long time no playin with PhotoShop*&lt;/span&gt;&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/33193996-116168365316317374?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116168365316317374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116168365316317374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116168365316317374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116168365316317374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-eid-yall.html' title='Happy Eid y&apos;all'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116146199807999282</id><published>2006-10-22T08:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:28.944+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Homeworks'/><title type='text'>Dream house personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ead the following questions, imagining the scenes in your mind, and write down the FIRST thing that you visualize. Do not think about the questions excessively. This is a relational psychology test and the answers given to the questions have been shown to have a relevance to values and ideals that we hold in our personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Coconut, my favourite ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A cute cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The cat stares at me deeply. I take the cat and hug it and cuddle it sweetly. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walk deeper into the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on and around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; On: lots of yummy food, lit candles, plates arranged nicely&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Around: chairs, a calm and romantic atmosphere, artistic paintings on the wall, house plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of (ceramic, glass, paper, etc.)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you do with the cup?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Throw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of body of water. What type of body of water is it (creek, river, ocean, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A flowing river with a tall waterfall at the end of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How will you cross the water?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Walk through it as the river is only up to my thighs and I dunno how to swim anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analysis (with my reactions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who you are walking with is the most important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Dammit! No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; He he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems (passive, aggressive).&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Yup, I do tend to deal with problems sweetly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to resolve your problems.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Yeah! A huge ambition that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence is more indicative of a closed personality. You'd prefer people to not drop by unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Yeah, I don't really like it when people just pop in to my house like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your answer did not include food, people, or flowers then you are generally unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Does that mean I'm just "quite" happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The durability of the material with which the cup is made is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship with the person from number 1. For example: styrofoam, plastic, and paper are disposable; styrofoam and paper are not durable; metal and glass are durable.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Err.. I can't believe it, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude toward the person in number 1.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Wahahaa! I'm surprised! This is so consistent with my real life situation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; He he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116146199807999282?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116146199807999282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116146199807999282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116146199807999282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116146199807999282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream-house-personality-test.html' title='Dream house personality test'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116120414701021231</id><published>2006-10-19T09:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:28.756+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Things to do once my exams are over</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Design and implement a new blog layout&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Look for a full-time job (I've been trying since months ago.. but no job offers until now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Clean up my bedroom and the livingroom, they're a complete mess&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Discipline myself and must make an attempt to master &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantaisie Impromptu &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballade no.1 in G# Minor &lt;/span&gt;on the piano&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Have fun! It'll be summer in no time!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Get some info from NZICA&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If only I had a full license, I'd go on a road trip with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Annoy my brother even more&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;err.. what else??&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh yeaahh!! GRADUATE from my BCA and GradDipProfAcc! (Note: I'd already completed my BCA with 2 majors last February)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Anyway, I checked my VUW student email this morning and I was soooo relieved that my Auditing lecturer had changed my workshop participation mark from 0% to 5% (you could either get 0% or 5% for this, and for a hard subject like Auditing, a 5% can make a huge difference between a pass and a fail!) Thank God he said there were some admin mistakes and that my mark should've been 5% in the first place anyway. I hope he changed Kenny's too, cos Kenny told me that he wouldn't change his mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked MySpace a few minutes ago and Adam has sent me a pic of me and the girls in 7th grade. How embarrassing. I told him to send it to my email instead! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/45.gif" alt=":-w" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116120414701021231?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116120414701021231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116120414701021231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116120414701021231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116120414701021231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-to-do-once-my-exams-are-over.html' title='Things to do once my exams are over'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116111919788325551</id><published>2006-10-18T09:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:28.307+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Study week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou know what, I'm quite bored of my blog layout already! I might make a new one once my exams are over. Speaking of exams, I'm in my study week right now, and on Saturday I'll have my first exam, which is Auditing (ACCY303)! Then on Wednesday next week I'll sit my Law of Organisations (COML303) exam. Wish me luck you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for headbands since recently. A few days ago I bought a new one from Equip. I wanted to buy more but the thing is they're either too plastic, too plain, too ordinary, or too big! Not only that, but they sell the same styles in every store! When it comes to accessories and jewellery, it's way better in Jordan cos they have heaps and heaps of different styles in every shop. Unlike in NZ, they sell a lot of varieties of accessories instead of just those that are "in" at the moment &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/60.gif" alt="=:)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I guess I gotta "force" myself to start studying again.. I still have lotsa topics to revise *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116111919788325551?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116111919788325551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116111919788325551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116111919788325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116111919788325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-week.html' title='Study week'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116086804635283642</id><published>2006-10-15T11:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:28.078+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Damn you Asian hairdressers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare my vow to never have my hair cut by Asian hairdressers, ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; The Lioness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/xtin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/xtin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="first"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday I went to the Korean salon to get my hair cut into the style in the pic above. I was certain that they could cut my hair like that, despite the fringe that I already have.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Asian hairdressers!! You're all the same. Regardless of whether I go to Adrian's or the Korean salon, you thin down my hair --either with clippers or razors-- until I look like a lost Chinese girl. You cut my thick and coarse hair the same way that you'd cut those typical-poker-straight-Chinese-and-Japanese-girls' hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find, however, that my last haircut at Adrian's was a gazillion times better than the haircut that I had yesterday afternoon at the Korean salon. Despite having my hair thinned too much until I entered the oh-lookie-Dessy's-become-a-victim-of-Adrian's-again state, at least my hair at Adrian's was cut into a particular style, and that it actually looked nice when I straightened my hair. Yesterday's haircut at the Korean salon, however, was plain odd and weird and ugly! My hair has no style or shape at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I analysed my hair in front of the mirror: It looked alright from the front. From the sides, I thought "what the hell did she do to my hair???" cos the sides were quite feathery and hideous; it didn't resemble the above pic at all! From the back, I thought "OMG!! Why in the world would she layer my hair like that??" I almost cried and became very moody seeing my hair like this, cos it still looked odd and shapeless even after I straightened it last night!! Oh well, at least I can still tie my hair.. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrgh! GO n ROT in HELL you Asian hairdressers!! You must educate yourselves more, GODDAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: sorry for being rude in this posting, but I'm not fasting today so it doesn't matter. Moreover, this is MY blog so I have the right to write mean things here here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116086804635283642?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116086804635283642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116086804635283642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116086804635283642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116086804635283642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn-you-asian-hairdressers.html' title='Damn you Asian hairdressers!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116075967307361480</id><published>2006-10-14T05:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:27.813+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Homeworks'/><title type='text'>Blog homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APAKAH KAMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Iri hati pada orang lain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Jarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Kamu mengandalkan 'beauty' or 'personality':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Personality sama internal beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Punya SIM? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Takut kehilangan 'uang' atau 'teman'?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Teman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Berkacamata?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Iya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Suka anak kecil :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Sukanya kalo dianya mau ama gua, kalo ngga malah ilfeel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERNAHKAH KAMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Berpikir tuk operasi plastik:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Gak tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Memotong sendiri rambutmu?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pernah, bangs n ujung2 rambut yang tajam2 gk jelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Nope, n there's no such thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Berpikir untuk mengadopsi anak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pengennya punya anak kandung sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Pacaran ama orang yang jauuuuh lebih tua :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pernah (-_-)' .. only to realise that he's the biggest jerk I've ever met who loves to exploit women and manipulate their hearts. I fell for the latter (uhuhu sedihnya daku..) but thank God not the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Siapa sih yg ga pernah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Kehilangan dompet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Ga pernah, n jangan sampe deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUSUKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Nonton berita?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:: Iya kalo lagi seru aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Pelajaran di sekolah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pas high school &gt;&gt; French, accounting, matematika, computer studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Tipe cowok/cewek:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Terlalu panjang kalo disebutin di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Menu sarapan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Sereal, hash brown, roti, mie goreng, mie kuah, apa aja yg ada di dapur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Orang yang sedang kusuka:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Ga ada, makanya lg boring nih hidup gua haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Penampilan lawan jenis yang kamu sangat suka ngeliatnya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Rapi tp cool n edgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Linkin Park, Evanescence, Muse, My Chemical Romance, System of a Down, dll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Tempat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pengen deh ke Paris, Hawaii, Sydney, LA, New York, n last but not least London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Baca koran:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Jarang banget, abis gede gitu sih n bikin berantakan aja, mendingan dari internet sekalian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Resto fast food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Burger Fuel, Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. TV Station:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: TV2, TV3, C4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Nama untuk anak laki-laki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: belom kepikiran.. haha.. let my man decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Nama untuk anak perempuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Luvitta - ciptaan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;:: Aimee - French, artinya "loved"&lt;br /&gt;:: Cherie - French juga, artinya "sweetheart"&lt;br /&gt;:: Leia - dari Star Wars nih, "Princess Leia" hehe.. gua suka namanya&lt;br /&gt;:: Elshazia - ciptaan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;:: Awas kalo ikut2an!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAL PERTAMA YANG TERLINTAS DIBENAKMU SAAT MENDENGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Koper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Pengen deh pergi jauh dari Wellington. I don't think I have any use being here anymore.. sometimes I think it's best if I just get away from the bad memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Sekolah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Hmm.. langsung inget SDI, AHSS, SLTP 8 Depok, SMU 99 Jakarta, Onslow College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Sapi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Aduuh kenapa mesti sapi?? Jadi inget pas waktu itu lg family road trip ke Auckland n di pinggir jalan ada sapi lg make luv in public, eeeww get a room!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Rizky Hanggono:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Aye ga kenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGELEMPAR PR BUAT SIAPA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amellie&lt;br /&gt;2. Michie&lt;br /&gt;3. Nara&lt;br /&gt;4. Siapa aja yg mao ngerjain PR ini silakan yaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116075967307361480?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116075967307361480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116075967307361480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116075967307361480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116075967307361480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-homework.html' title='Blog homework'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116054160181634391</id><published>2006-10-11T17:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:27.605+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I hate myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hate myself! I hate myself! I truly hate myself!! How could I be so stupid?? Aaarrgghh!! I've blown my chances away!! Aaarrgh! I hate Spanish! (lho kok jadi Spanish??) Well, speaking of Spanish (SPAN112), I screwed up in my oral exam today. The exam (it's more of a test actually) consisted of two parts: reading and conversation. I excelled in the reading bits, but then when the lecturers asked me questions, I kinda froze cos the questions that they asked me were completely different to what I'd expected! I couldn't even speak fluently at all; it's like it was so hard to get the correct Spanish words out of my mouth! Moreover, I was supposed to have the exam at 3pm, but then at 2:50pm they already called my name! I hadn't got the chance to get myself together when they did, cos I just came out of the toilet beforehand! I was planning to do a bit of revision for 10 minutes before going to the oral exam room, but thanks to the early call I didn't even have the chance to do so! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/20.gif" alt=":((" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Friday I have another oral exam, but this time it's for French (FREN123). Even though the French and Spanish courses that I'm doing are both at an elementary level (the one that you need to do before going to the 200-level courses), FREN123 is like 10 times harder than SPAN112!! In spite of that, I still love French a million times better than Spanish, he he &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/11.gif" alt=":-*" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, on my way back home I saw Rosita (last year's NZ Idol winner) on the same bus as me!! At first when I saw her I thought "I think I've seen her before.. but who is she??" then I realised that it's Rosita!! I wonder what she's doing these days. NZ Idol's not a huge phenomenon at all here, unlike in Indonesia and America. There's no more news about Ben Lummis (NZ Idol's first season winner) after he released his 2nd single. Worse than that, I've never even seen or heard Rosita's single on TV and on the radio right after she won! So I reckon that you can't really become a recording artist if you just win NZ Idol. Now I'm thinking that NZ Idol's merely a sham. To put it more positively: a one-off popularity contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/dolce-gabbana_ss2006_group_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/dolce-gabbana_ss2006_group_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorgeous Gemma (at the front) and the girls&lt;/span&gt;&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/33193996-116054160181634391?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116054160181634391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116054160181634391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116054160181634391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116054160181634391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116036880443875680</id><published>2006-10-09T17:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:27.377+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Ramblings on a Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My Spanish final test today turned out to be harder than I expected! I hope I did well.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I finally bought the &lt;a href="http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-that-skirt.html#comments"&gt;Supre skirt&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted, regardless of the fact that I didn't succeed in getting the job offer from IRD :p&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I finally got the sheetmusic of Christina Aguilera's latest single titled "Hurt" from &lt;a href="http://www.pianofiles.com"&gt;Pianofiles&lt;/a&gt;. Unsurprisingly, the piano bits are easy to play. Surprisingly though, this song suits my vocal range! Yay!! A Christina song that I can finally sing! I might record myself singing it one day (narcissism rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When I left my house this morning, I saw a DEAD bird in front of my doorsteps. I was so disgusted by it! Who the hell had the guts to do that?! It must be one of my neighbours, but which one?? When I returned home, it was still there! My brother was actually stupid enough to not see that there was a dead bird there. I just hope he hadn't stepped on it. Anyway, I didn't know what to do about it cos I didn't wanna touch it! Ew! A few seconds later, I guiltily swept the poor dead birdie away with an old broom. If anybody ever repeats this kinda thing, I'll place the dead creature in one of my neighbour's mailbox. How's that? &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/47.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Last but not least, il en a decouvri.. finalement. Je suis vraiment desolee, mais je n'ai aucun choix. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116036880443875680?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116036880443875680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116036880443875680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116036880443875680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116036880443875680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramblings-on-monday.html' title='Ramblings on a Monday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116020758261952256</id><published>2006-10-07T20:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:27.105+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Weird dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ormally I don't remember my dreams as soon as I wake up, but last night's dream was so weird and hilarious that I can still remember it until now. I dreamt that we were all fish creatures who live under the sea, except for the fact that we had human head, as well as human arms and legs. Oh yeah, I remember we were walking on the sea bed instead of swimming like a real fish, yet we called ourselves a fish. Anyway, the weirdest part was that I dreamt about Edwin (the "guitarist" Edwin, not the KBRI one) and Rania (Hana's sister). I dreamt that Edwin had a huuuge crush on Rania, lol. He was chasing after her the whole time until she accepted him to be her boyfriend. Rania, however, didn't love Edwin as much as he did, and eventually she cheated on him with another guy whom she had a crush on for ages (but I didn't recognise who that guy was). Edwin was devastated when he heard about the rumour. He and the other guy almost found out about Rania's affair with one another, but luckily they didn't cos I worked hard in trying to hide her secret affairs and preventing the guys from bumping into one another. The dream didn't reach to a dramatic ending, cos suddenly my brother woke me up for "sahur". Oh yea, thanks to that dream, I couldn't even wake up although my bro said that my noisy alarm had been on for like an hour and a half before he finally decided to wake me up (uuh kebo banget ya gua! alarm apapun udah gk mempan deh pokoknya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking why did I ever dream about those two? I'm not even that close with them. I don't think Edwin or Rania ever reads my blog, so Mich and Nar please don't tell them about this blog entry, lol &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/10.gif" alt=":P" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just heard in the news that 16-year-old Oscar nominated Keisha Castle Hughes is pregnant! My God, she has a bright career in front of her and she's throwing it away by having her first child when she's only 16?! (Btw 16 is the legal age in NZ in which you can have consensual sex). Maaan, what was she thinking??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116020758261952256?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116020758261952256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116020758261952256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116020758261952256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116020758261952256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-dream.html' title='Weird dream'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-116012896728819044</id><published>2006-10-06T22:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:30:36.002+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemma Ward'/><title type='text'>Une aveu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;e que j'ecris dans ce "blog entry" peut etre plein de billevesee, mais tolere-le s'il te plait, car je ne veux que m'exprimer. Tout d'abord, je ne veux que dire que mon ancien tache m'a dit salut a MSN (il etait agreable, amical et tout ca), malgre que je l'aie deja supprime de mon MSN, Friendster, et aussi de mon portable. Je crois qu'il ne sait pas que j'ai fait tout ca. J'ai du le fait pour l'oublier, et d'un part j'ai envie de l'oublier, le laisser tranquille, et l'effacer de mon vie. Il doit en etre ainsi car chaque fois que j'entends parler de lui, toutes les memoires que nous avions se retourneraient, et c'est trop douloureux pour moi puisque je ne pourrai jamais l'oublier completement jusqu'au temps que j'aurai trouve quelqu'un nouveau pour l'emplacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cependant, d'autre part je veux que nous restons des amies pour toujours. Je ne veux pas le perdre. Au plus profond de mon coeur il me manque, mais je au meme temps je ne le veux plus. Eh bien, cette situation est plutot dure pour moi, surtout car il se mariera bientot. Mais il n'y a rien que je peux faire. Maintenant je seulement suis le mouvement, et j'suis sure que dans l'avenir proche, je rencontrerai quelqu'un vraiment precieux, aimant et attentionne qui sait comment traiter une lionne comme moi &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/1.gif" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/gemsnchin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/gemsnchin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-116012896728819044?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116012896728819044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=116012896728819044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116012896728819044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/116012896728819044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/une-aveu.html' title='Une aveu'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115994692485093300</id><published>2006-10-04T20:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:26.685+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>A very relatable lyric</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eems like it was yesterday when I saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/63.jpg" alt="Gemma Ward and Josh Hartnett" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gemma Ward and Josh Hartnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would hold you in my arms. I would take the pain away. Thank you for all you've done. Forgive all your mistakes. There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again. Sometimes I want to call you, but I know you won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  I'm sorry for blaming you. For everything I just couldn't do. And I've hurt myself by hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel broke inside but I won't admit. Sometimes I just want to hide cos it's you I miss. You know it's hard to say goodbye when it comes to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand? Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am? There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance, to look into your eyes and see you looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away. Oh it's dangerous. It's so out of line.. to try and turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Original title: "Hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by: Christina Aguilera and Linda Perry&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/33193996-115994692485093300?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115994692485093300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115994692485093300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115994692485093300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115994692485093300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-relatable-lyric.html' title='A very relatable lyric'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115985585713913941</id><published>2006-10-03T18:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:26.480+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch the stress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mongst a sea of 300 people in my Commercial Law lecture, I finally met Putri again. Putri is a Kiwi-Indonesian girl I met a few months ago at the KPMG assessment day. When I first met her, she sat right next to me and started to chat me up. My first impression of her was that she's really nice, friendly, sophisticated, and pretty with her long, dark brown hair and tanned skin (but now it's not tanned anymore, lol). A while later she asked me where I was from. When I told her that I came from Indonesia, she said "me too!!" and I looked at her and thought "huh??" I mean, she didn't look Indonesian at all!! She looked 100% western! So I asked "are you half Indonesian?" and she said "yes, my name's Putri." So I thought "whoa!! This girl's got an Indonesian name!!" Oh yeah, she actually speaks Indonesian quite well, which really surprised me cos I have some friends who are pure Indonesian but can't even speak the language at all. Speaking of Kiwi-Indonesian friends, I also know a guy called Maurice who's Kiwi-indo AND speaks Indonesian too. He lives in Christchurch but I met up with him and his sister when I was in Jakarta in June. Anyway, I can't believe Putri's actually in the same class as me now. We should probably hang out after the exams are over. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/36.gif" alt="&lt;:-P" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what, last night I didn't manage to do my assignment at all. I was so sleepy and tired that I didn't even wake up for "sahur". So today I asked for an extension from my lecturer, and she just gave me one without even asking me what my reasons are. Great! No more stressful assignments for the rest of the day! Tonight I can just focus on studying for my French and Spanish tests tomorrow! Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this afternoon I got a phonecall saying that the IRD Investigations people decided not to offer me the job. Boo hoo. I'm disappointed of course, but I already expected this so I just shrugged the news off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, an email made my day just a few moments after the IRD phonecall. I'm not sure if "he" really sent it to me on purpose and meant it, or whether he only sent it to me by accident. I do hope it's the former.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115985585713913941?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115985585713913941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115985585713913941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115985585713913941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115985585713913941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/ditch-stress.html' title='Ditch the stress!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115978071828931040</id><published>2006-10-02T21:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:26.262+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm stuffed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have just come home from breaking the fast with Yessy, Harridz, Ardya, and Nara at Miyabi. As usual, I ordered my favourite Teriyaki Chicken Set, and right now I'm sooo stuffed! I'm feeling quite sleepy too, but noooo I CANNOT sleep! I have a Commercial Law assignment due on Wednesday. I also have a French essay writing test AND a Spanish listening test on the same day *sigh*.. I'm probably not gonna sleep again tonight (aaargh! It's only gonna worsen my skin condition, but I have no choice). I'll have to finish my assignment before "sahur" tomorrow, so that afterwards I'll be able to focus on studying for my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt; By the way, before going to class today, I bought a new pair of slouch boots as they were on sale. They're not designer brand or anything, but I love 'em cos they're really cheap and comfy!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hmm. I still haven't received any news from IRD. See? They've rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/208_shandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/208_shandi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Anyway, the pic above is Shandi Sullivan from America's Next Top Model (I forgot which season). I dunno why but this is my most favourite pic in ANTM history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115978071828931040?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115978071828931040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115978071828931040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115978071828931040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115978071828931040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-stuffed.html' title='I&apos;m stuffed'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115953031867402645</id><published>2006-09-29T23:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:25.890+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Not-so-optimistic me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; suck at interviews. I feel so pessimistic now. I'm not expecting any good news from IRD, but I still pray for God to give me a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Dark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night Dianny, Nara, Ardya, and I went to KBRI to break the fast together. Unlike in the previous years, this time there were pretty much a lot of people there (but of course a lot of them left after dinner. What losers, maunya makan doang). De toute maniere, j'suis etonnee car mon ex etait la. Il a l'air mieux que jamais, mais n'importe quoi. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/33.gif" alt="[-)" /&gt; Il ne m'interesse plus, et je ne le veux plus dans ma vie meme comme des amis, car il n'apporte que des mauvaises memoires. Toutefois, je ne le deteste pas. Bagaimanapun juga, jauh mendingan yang di England lah, hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW kemaren gua mo apply buat graduate position as an auditor in Deloitte London, tapi eeh ternyata udah tutup application-nya! Dulu gua niaaat banget kepengen apply buat itu, tapi anehnya kemaren pas tau kalo pendaftarannya udah tutup, gua cuma ngerasa gondok doang, bukannya kecewa ato apa gitu. Mungkin karena gua nyadar kalo motivasi utama gua untuk ke London adalah supaya gua bisa ketemu Adam instead of really wanting the opportunity to work there. Anyway, Adam itu temen kecil gua dari Jordan yang sekarang udah jadi co keren 'n baek banget lagi! Moreover, he's a very devoted Muslim, what more could I ask for? He lives 2 hours from London, tapi dia bilang dia bakalan visit gua seandainya gua bener2 pindah ke London. Aih aih sweet bangeeet!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/10.gif" alt=":P" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115953031867402645?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115953031867402645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115953031867402645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115953031867402645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115953031867402645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-so-optimistic-me.html' title='Not-so-optimistic me'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115941407463747878</id><published>2006-09-28T14:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:25.548+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>I want THAT skirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ent to class today.. bla bla bla.. and after that I went window shopping to Supre before going to the bank. When I was at Supre, I saw this really pretty skirt so I tried it on. It was black, knee-length with a big bow tied on the left, and it looked really lovely on me and suited me a lot! It's different from any other skirts I've ever seen, and I just fell completely in LOVE &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/8.gif" alt=":x" /&gt; with it!! Yet the price was $55..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So my angelic side told me, "you CANNOT buy this Dessy.. you need to save!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my devilish thought won't let me leave the store without that skirt. Therefore he urged, "go on Dessy.. buy it.. you really wannit dontchu?? Go on.. a single huge spending in a month won't hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! DO NOT!!" the angel fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated for a while.. then a wonderful idea popped in to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys, please don't fight. I'll settle this nicely," I calmed both the angel and devil inside me. "I won't buy this skirt now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Horraayy!! I win !!" shouted the angel, while my devilish thought frowned malevolently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However," I continued, "if I succeed in the job interview tomorrow, and if in the end I will be offered the Tax Investigator position at IRD, I WILL buy the skirt to award myself for the success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! I WIN!!" the devil exclaimed victoriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner child chuckled and said, "No silly! I'M the winner here."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, but I did buy a cute, chunky bracelet from Equip. It was originally $14.95 but I got it for $3. What a bargain!! I also met Sherly in the store, then somewhere near Wholly Bagels in Willis Street I saw Randi and Priza. I continued to walk to the Cozy Cake Shop and bought two slices of raspberry cheesecake for breaking the fast. I luuvv cheesecake! I just can't get enough of it, hehe, but Espressoholic's white chocolate cheesecake is definitely the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115941407463747878?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115941407463747878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115941407463747878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115941407463747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115941407463747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-that-skirt.html' title='I want THAT skirt!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115931712459625398</id><published>2006-09-27T12:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:25.360+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ere I am at uni looking miserable. I've been lacking sleep quite recently, due to uneasiness in my head that kept on bothering me. There are tons of things that I need to sort out ASAP, and I've only sorted out a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I broke the fast at Kania's house. My lazy bro couldn't be bothered to come so I had to lie to everyone and tell them that he couldn't come because of a headache. I finally met Om Ferry there. Om Ferry is an old friend of my dad's, and here he is in Wellington for a few days for work purposes. Back then in Jordan, his family was soooo close with mine. My dad and he were more like hangout buddies instead of work colleagues. My mom and his wife were a clique. Their daughter, Anya aka Nia, is the most devoted Harry Potter fan I've ever known (she's read each book at least 10 times!!) She used to play a lot with me and got along really well with me and my bro even though she's 5 years younger than me, and she used to sleepover at my place VERY often. &lt;img alt="=" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/60.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else.. oh yeah I got some new stuffs from my mom via Om Ferry. Wheee!! Thanks mom!! She got me 2 new pairs of cropped jeans (although they were longer than what I expected -- my mom probably couldn't believe it when I told her that I'm into shorts and mini skirts right now) and HEAPS of accessories (I only asked for one or two necklaces, but oh boy she bought me tons of them, plus earrings)!! She also wanted to buy me Christina Aguilera's latest CD (Back to Basics) but she said it was like Rp100.000 or something, which wasn't worth it so she didn't buy it. Well, it was still cheaper than in NZ, but with Rp100.000 I'd rather get a few cute tops or something. Besides, I could just request the CD from the Wellington City Library, borrow it, then copy the songs into my computer, muahahaa!! &lt;img alt=":))" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/21.gif" /&gt; (well well well, talk about piracy!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115931712459625398?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115931712459625398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115931712459625398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115931712459625398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115931712459625398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115911578124221883</id><published>2006-09-25T04:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:25.069+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadan everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;amadan is finally here. Hope we can all get the best out of it. I'm committing myself to becoming more religious this time. Inshallah I'll be able to accomplish that, and that it will continue in the future. I've just eaten a meal to prepare myself for the hunger and thirst that I'm gonna face during the day. I don't make myself bloated, cos bloated ain't good. Thank God sunset is around 6 PM these days, unlike the first time I came here where the sunset was at 9:10 PM!! Oh yeah, for the first time in my life I'm going through Ramadan without my whole family! That sucks &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/46.gif" alt=":-&lt;" /&gt;But I'm sure I'll get through it just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, unlike in the previous years, this year I'm getting tons and heaps of Ramadan wishes!! From my friends in Indonesia like Likta, Ardi, Sisi, Fifi, Foy, Echi etc.. to my friends in NZ like Nara, Harridz, Fahmi, Hana, Yessy, Rania, Fereena, Rohymas, etc.. as well as from my Jordanian friends like Maysa and Adam! Thank you so much you guys, it means a lot to me! Hope you guys are having a pleasant and fulfilling Ramadan too &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/3.gif" alt=";)" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115911578124221883?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115911578124221883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115911578124221883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115911578124221883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115911578124221883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-ramadan-everyone.html' title='Happy Ramadan everyone!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115900112391365626</id><published>2006-09-23T20:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:24.821+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><title type='text'>Gemma Ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Natural%20beauty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Natural%20beauty.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="first"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom now on, my blog will have lots of pictures of celebrities that I admire! As for this entry, it's all about GEMMA WARD, my favourite supermodel! Hehe. I like the fact that she's one of the most versatile supermodels I've ever seen, she has porcelain-smooth skin, she has that unique alien-doll look that nobody else can resemble, and she's so successful from such a young age!! I think she's 18 now, but when she was 16 she already modeled for high-fashion labels like Yves Saint Laurent, Prada, Gucci, Versace, Chanel, and she even replaced Kate Moss as the face of Burberry and Calvin Klein's Obsession Night perfume. Oh, what I like most about her is that she's so naturally pretty and hasn't done any plastic surgery at all. I wish all supermodels can be as real as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Vogue%20-%20Gemma%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Vogue%20-%20Gemma%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/YSL.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/YSL.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115900112391365626?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115900112391365626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115900112391365626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115900112391365626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115900112391365626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/gemma-ward.html' title='Gemma Ward'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115895623468183478</id><published>2006-09-22T23:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:24.619+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>An awesome Friday</title><content type='html'>Last night I did NOT sleep at all to finish my French essay. I could have finished it early and have a few hours of sleep. However, it's amazing how ONE phrase in the essay question can have an impact on what you've already written. At about 4 AM last night, I realised that I misunderstood the meaning of "l'equilibre de l'individu". I thought we were supposed to write about how we can strike a balance between individuals in the society.. but then I realised that the phrase means "STABILITY of an individual (i.e. of oneself! Not between one another in the society!) .. which meant that the 350 words that I'd already written was ALL wrong!! Therefore I re-wrote the essay all over again. I came to the point where I was about to give up, because I thought I couldn't think of new ideas anymore (especially at 4 AM!!) I thought I should just ask for an extension, but then I managed to finish my 500 words essay by 10.30 AM. The most annoying part of it was checking for the grammar, punctuation, vocabulary, and spelling mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 2 PM I was supposed to do some private tutoring for Yessy and Ardya, but my mind was just full of hallucinations due to the sleepless night. Besides, I had to do handle some urgent and important stuffs that my dad told me about. At 4 PM I met up with Sherry, a great fun-loving friend of mine, in town for some shopping then we spent the rest of the night in her apartment. It was a really great night, especially as I haven't seen her in ages!! We talked, laughed, talked, laughed, watched Shark Tale, and she cooked some fried rice and this really delicious spicy green Thai curry!! Yummm!! We intended to go out for coffee afterwards, but we didn't think there was any more room for coffee, he he &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/10.gif" alt=":P" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115895623468183478?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115895623468183478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115895623468183478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115895623468183478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115895623468183478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/awesome-friday.html' title='An awesome Friday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115880451192698164</id><published>2006-09-21T13:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:24.401+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy Dessy</title><content type='html'>Finalement!! I'm so relieved my 2nd auditing presentation is over. No more presentations for the rest of the year, woohooo!! I couldn't believe I talked way too fast during the presentation. I got an A for it. However I could've done better!! We were a great team though. Deepti did the best out of the group. Lauren did pretty well, and I envy her cos she already secured a job for next year at Martin Jarvie! As for Nick.. well, he had a mark taken off for cursing the whole time while presenting. I'm quite surprised about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling very dizzy. Headache is taking over me. Yet the torture is not over. Tonight I have to do my French essay. I've only brainstormed a bit on it, but it's due tomorrow. Hwaaa!! &lt;img alt=":-SS" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/42.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I hope you're all having a great day. Can't wait to go straight to bed when I reach home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115880451192698164?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115880451192698164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115880451192698164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115880451192698164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115880451192698164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/dizzy-dessy.html' title='Dizzy Dessy'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115865047762628956</id><published>2006-09-19T19:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:24.250+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Hunting'/><title type='text'>Good news!</title><content type='html'>Actually I hate posting 2 entries on the same day, but this news is too good to be true! I've just checked my cellphone and there was a miscall from an unknown number. It reached my voicemail, and when I opened it, it was actually a representative from Chandler MacLeod (an HR consulting firm). She said that the IRD people are interested to have an interview with me!! Alhamdulillah.. That's awesome! I truly wasn't expecting this, cos I really thought I did badly in the psychometric assessments that I wasn't gonna make it to the interview stage! I don't wanna fail this interview like I did with KPMG, Audit NZ, Ernst &amp;amp; Young, and Deloitte a few months ago.. Inshaallah I'm going to nail it this time.. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/25.gif" alt="O:)" /&gt; Pray for me you guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115865047762628956?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115865047762628956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115865047762628956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115865047762628956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115865047762628956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-news.html' title='Good news!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115864750111110196</id><published>2006-09-19T18:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:23.521+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Lluvia de mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Lookin%20out%20the%20window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Lookin%20out%20the%20window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cada vez que hay lluvia de mar, cantan cien gotas al azar. Justo asi se me rompe el cielo. Junto a ti, sin mi voluntad de no escuchar un corazon que me envuelva en lazos la ilusion de no sentirme sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ven..!! Desnudate! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/6.gif" alt="" /&gt; Revela tu presencia de una vez. Ven y llueve en mi. Inundeme a morir dentro de ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relajate. Viajar por mi piel. Estudiame. Rompe el silencio. Mirame de cerca y haz de tu pasion la religion.. que me dominara hasta el fin, y me persiguira hasta a preferir el brillo de tus ojos &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/5.gif" alt=";;)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sigues a donde quiera que voy.. me quibras a pedazos con tu voz.. me tienes como agua al mar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115864750111110196?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115864750111110196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115864750111110196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115864750111110196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115864750111110196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/lluvia-de-mar.html' title='Lluvia de mar'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115854915271119335</id><published>2006-09-18T14:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:23.254+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Timezone</title><content type='html'>Lagi iseng nih.. gak tau kenapa tapi gua demen banget keeping track of what time it is in my friends' places. Misalnya nih, sekarang &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; in Wellington: Monday, 2:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leila&lt;/span&gt; in Amman: Monday, 5:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; in Huddersfield: Monday, 3:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maysa&lt;/span&gt; in Modesto: Sunday, 7:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abz&lt;/span&gt; in Toronto: Sunday, 10:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muneer&lt;/span&gt; in Damascus: Monday, 5:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; in Sydney: Monday, 12:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm mana lagi ya.. sejauh ini sih itu aja yang gua inget. Sekarang di Jakarta jam berapa ya..?? Tuh kan gua aja lupa beda berapa jam JKT ama Welly!! 5 jam atau 6 jam ya.. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this afternoon we were given our final assignment for French. We have to write a 500-word essay for this upcoming Friday. Bummer!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/62.gif" alt=":-L" /&gt; What the hell am I gonna write?? *sob sob* In addition to that, I have an Auditing presentation on Thursday, AND another Auditing assignment for Friday. Aaah, life is good! &lt;-- sarcasm. Oh well, at least I've finished my Spanish essay that's due on Wednesday. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/48.gif" alt="&lt;):)" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115854915271119335?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115854915271119335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115854915271119335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115854915271119335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115854915271119335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/timezone.html' title='Timezone'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115847919583942784</id><published>2006-09-17T19:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:23.077+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>A not-so-typical Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/OBay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/OBay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started my day by waking up VERY early at 4.30 AM to write up my SPAN112 essay. Then at 9-ish I went to Newlands for sports and grocery shopping with my bro. At 1.30 PM, there were already heaps of people when we arrived at KBRI for BBQ. Adek gua sampe bilang "buset, panjang banget yang ngantri, kyk orang kelaperan yg udah berhari-hari gak makan!!" Hahaha, that cracked me up. Anyway, the friends who came, the food, the atmosphere, and the weather: they were all great. Afterwards we drove to Oriental Bay for gelato (and some ocean breeze), then Espressoholic was our final hangout destination and we were bloated by coffee, chips, wedges, garlic bread, and ... interesting ghost stories!! Yum!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/59.gif" alt="8-X" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/BBQ%20KBRI.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/BBQ%20KBRI.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yessy, Sasha, Sophie, et moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, Tash (my neighbour's cat -- she looks so big now!) was on the doorstep of my house! She didn't run away from me at all like she would normally do. Instead, she came towards me, jumped up to me, and rubbed her head against my hands. She's sooooo cute!! So I immediately reached for a box of Whiskas and fed her (yes, I do have Whiskas on my grocery list even though I don't keep a cat, he he he).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Tasshh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Tasshh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tash when she was a cute, stupid kitten who always got lost in my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Anyway, a few minutes ago I looked for the exam timetable cos Nara said it was out already. I CANNOT BELIEVE that my Auditing exam is on the 21st of October!! It's not even on our first week of the exam!!! I really hoped that we'd have it on the 2nd week of the exam or something, cos we need plenty of study time for it. My COML303 exam is on the 24th, which doesn't look good either. Oh noooo.. this is BAD.. REAL BAD!! I NEED, MUST, KUDU, WAJIB, HARUS, belajar mulai dari sekarang!! But my assignments are getting in the way.. hwaaa!! Oh well, one good thing about this trimester is that I only have two exams, cos my French and Spanish papers are all internal. But still! Aaarrgghh..!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/20.gif" alt=":((" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115847919583942784?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115847919583942784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115847919583942784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115847919583942784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115847919583942784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-so-typical-sunday.html' title='A not-so-typical Sunday'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115828521217342763</id><published>2006-09-15T13:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:22.787+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><title type='text'>Lukas Rossi and psycho-test</title><content type='html'>Last night was the final show of Rockstar Supernova. I'm soooo glad that my favorites (Lukas the skunk, and Dilana the witch) made the TOP TWO finalists. They're both extremely talented singer-songwriters: Lukas with the killer voice and Dilana with the hot, raspy pipes. I'm so happy that Toby wasn't in the top two. Just cuz he's Australian he thinks he's ALL THAT, and he's the only contestant I never liked (I have to admit, however, that I'm a fan of his original song). So anyway, in the end.. Supernova chose.. *drumrolls*.. LUKAS!! Yay!! I didn't mind whether he or Dilana was going to win. BUT, I do believe that Lukas IS the best person to front the band. I was mesmerised by him ever since he sang Radiohead's "Creep". Nobody in the world could sing that song better than him. GO LUKAS!! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/rossi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/rossi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lukas, pinched by Supernova's drummer Tommy Lee (mmm he's HOT!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/head_dilana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/head_dilana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilana, also my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning at 9 AM I had a psychometric testing at IRD. Man it sucked, I think I didn't do well in it! First of all we had the verbal reasoning test, and OMG the supervisor was typing so loud on the computer and it goddamn frustrated me cos I couldn't concentrate!! Then there was this guy who finally stood up and asked her to stop typing; she said "Okay" but then she continued to type noisily! Luckily nothing disturbed us during the numerical reasoning test (yet some of the questions were so hard). I doubt that I'll make it to the interview stage.. all I can do now is pray for God to give me a chance.. *kalian yg pada baca please doain gua juga ya.. hu hu..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115828521217342763?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115828521217342763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115828521217342763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115828521217342763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115828521217342763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/lukas-rossi-and-psycho-test.html' title='Lukas Rossi and psycho-test'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115821604131827911</id><published>2006-09-14T18:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:22.574+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawson College shooting</title><content type='html'>About two hours ago I checked MySpace and read a bulletin posting from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/xjoannex"&gt;Joanne&lt;/a&gt;, my Jordanian friend who's now in Montreal, Canada. She said that she was in her computer class and there was this guy &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/61.gif" alt="" /&gt; who came in and started shooting around like crazy!! Then a few minutes ago it was in the news here on TV3 and I was like "OMG!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/43.gif" alt="@-)" /&gt; Joanne was in there!!" They said that 2 people were dead and 19 got injured. Thank God Joanne's okay. But still, I couldn't believe that this actually happened to someone I know! Why would anyone repeat the Columbine High incident?? I'm just relieved that she didn't get hurt, and I hope this incident won't traumatise her severely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115821604131827911?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115821604131827911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115821604131827911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115821604131827911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115821604131827911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/dawson-college-shooting.html' title='Dawson College shooting'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115812909636480705</id><published>2006-09-13T18:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:21.389+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Poem draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Once upon a time when we were little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Friends we were, though no more than a drizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Out in the field he soared like an eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(stuck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hadooohh.. lagi kepengen bikin puisi tentang seseorang yang jauh di mata dekat di hati --uhuk uhuk, gk banget deh gue, haha &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/24.gif" alt="=))" /&gt; -- Tapi kok kata2nya gak bisa muncul dari hati 'n pikiran gua secara alamiah ya? I normally need to be in an extreme mood to be able to write a good poem. For instance, I need to be extremely depressed, sad, in love, happy, etc. so that nice, metaphorical and rhythmical words can flow out of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to browse around my blog to look for poems that I've written, as well as some personal favourites written by my former flames and dedicated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115812909636480705?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115812909636480705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115812909636480705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115812909636480705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115812909636480705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/poem-draft.html' title='Poem draft'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115805605854785503</id><published>2006-09-12T21:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:20.926+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up!</title><content type='html'>OMG, this is too stressful!! I'm giving up doing my COML303 essay that's due tomorrow noon. There's no way I can write a good "critical discussion" in one night (and with no sleep at all)!! I don't even know what to write, and not to mention those annoying referencing techniques that we have to comply with. I'm flagging this assignment! I'm glad I'm not the only one, cos Andrew (a friend of mine who's been in the same class as me since Year11 in high school -- can you imagine that??) is flagging it too!  &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/60.gif" alt="=:)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have three assignments for this course but we're only required to do two, and only the two best marks will be added together to make up 15% of the final grade. There's absolutely NO WAY I can get a good mark on this essay if I'm doing it sleepily with my thoughts flying everywhere (plus, I'll only make myself sick by tomorrow afternoon). Thus in the end I might have to do the other two assignments anyway. Oh yeah, the good thing about the next two assignments is that they're not essays! Horray!! They're more of a legal problemsolving type of question. In addition to that, at least I'll have more than 1 night to write up my answers &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/67.gif" alt="" /&gt;. Oh, if you question me why I've only just started my COML303 essay.. it's because I had a test AND another assignment due yesterday.. and not to forget that the band practices last week (both at KBRI and a few self-practice sessions at home) had wasted a lot of my study time (but hey, it WAS fun)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, am I cursed against learning Spanish or what?? A few weeks ago someone stole my SPAN112 textbook, and this morning I couldn't find my Spanish dictionary anywhere! It can't be lost!! I don't think I ever brought it to uni or anywhere outside home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, I'm off to bed now. Oh no wait, my brother's making me a cup of tea. So yeah, it's tea then sleeping beauty mode is on!! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/28.gif" alt="I-|" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115805605854785503?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115805605854785503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115805605854785503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115805605854785503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115805605854785503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-give-up.html' title='I give up!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115803957662756363</id><published>2006-09-12T17:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:20.596+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Hunting'/><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Today when I came home, I reached for an envelope from Audit New Zealand (I applied for their graduate recruitment some time last week). I found out that it was a rejection letter, saying that I didn't get through. But whatever, I already expected this as I'd already applied for a similar position a few months ago but only succeeded til the psychometric testing and case study presentation. However, the good news is, yesterday I got a call from IRD, saying that they wanted me to attend a psychometric testing on Friday morning. Wish me luck on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing the Audit New Zealand letter to the trash can, I opened another letter which was from the Electorate Office. They're so stupid!! A few months ago they kept on sending me the electoral enrolment form, and telling me that I must be registered in the electoral roll and that it was required by law to do so. I ignored their letters back then, but because they kept coming I finally bothered myself to fill in the enrolment form. However, today I got a letter from them saying that because of my immigration status, I'm actually not entitled to be in the electoral roll. Silly people. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/35.gif" alt="8-}" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm probably not gonna sleep tonight as I have an essay due tomorrow noon, and I still have about 1000 words to go. Say goodbye to the sleeping beauty &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/37.gif" alt="(:|" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115803957662756363?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115803957662756363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115803957662756363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115803957662756363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115803957662756363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115786298687926288</id><published>2006-09-10T16:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:20.405+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><title type='text'>Suri Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/suricruise.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/suricruise.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture a few days ago and I instantly thought "Wow&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/5.gif" alt=";;)" /&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;TomKat's baby daugter, Suri Cruise, is without a doubt the most bewitching baby I've ever seen. To me, her features are very alluring and appealing: her combination of pale skin complemented with black hair and blue eyes is so uniquely beautiful! From the photo, you can see that she resembles both Tom and Katie a lot. There's no doubt that she's TomKat's real baby and not a fake one, lol. She's interesting, and she'll grow up in the public eye for sure &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/8.gif" alt=":x" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115786298687926288?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115786298687926288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115786298687926288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115786298687926288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115786298687926288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/suri-cruise.html' title='Suri Cruise'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115772085762614140</id><published>2006-09-09T00:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:20.048+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>Indonesian cultural night</title><content type='html'>Last night (a few hours ago to be exact), there was an Indonesian Cultural Night event at Opera House Wellington. This year I'm only performing in the band as the keyboard player, whereas in the previous years I sang in the band AND performed traditional Indonesian dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our band performance was quite good despite a few technical malfunctions. It sucks now that the event is over cos there's nothing else that I can look forward to &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/2.gif" alt=":(" /&gt;. In addition to that, I haven't got a call from IRD for next week's psychometric assessment. This afternoon I called the recruitment agency but they said that someone from IRD's supposed to phone me. Oh well, I guess the IRD people aren't that interested in me &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/46.gif" alt=":-&lt;" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some pics taken after the show was over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/me%20tingtong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/me%20tingtong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and li'l brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Inx%20n%20da%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Inx%20n%20da%20gang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yully, Ing-Ing, me, Erica, and BoonChing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Girliez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Girliez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Nina, Chiqa, and Dianny&lt;/span&gt;&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/33193996-115772085762614140?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115772085762614140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115772085762614140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115772085762614140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115772085762614140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/indonesian-cultural-night.html' title='Indonesian cultural night'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115760197842880429</id><published>2006-09-07T15:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:19.740+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Never eat while standing</title><content type='html'>A lot of my Indonesian friends and family back home always told me to never eat while standing or walking. They said it wasn't polite, especially for a girl to do so. However, I don't like to follow cultural traditions whatsoever, so I never listened to them &lt;img alt=":-@" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/76.gif" /&gt; and I would continue eating while standing up or walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, today my Spanish tutor told the whole class that there is a psychological reason why everyone should sit down and have a proper meal, rather than eating while standing or doing other things at the same time. She said that if you eat appropriately (ie. on a dining table, with food served properly), the brain will register the fact that you're eating and having a good meal to fill your stomach. Therefore, once you're full, then you're full. On the other hand, if you eat while walking, standing, rushing, or studying simultaneously, your brain will not record the fact that you are eating. As a consequence, you won't feel like you've eaten enough, and you tend to get hungry all over again &lt;img alt="=" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/38.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why my brother's always hungry, even after he ate 3 servings of mie bakso, a McChicken combo, an orange, and a few bars of chocs: Cos he's always doing something else while eating, dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115760197842880429?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115760197842880429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115760197842880429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115760197842880429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115760197842880429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-eat-while-standing.html' title='Never eat while standing'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115751968949863616</id><published>2006-09-06T16:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:19.343+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><title type='text'>Bali: A-listers' fave romantic destination</title><content type='html'>Apparently Bali, Indonesia's most beautiful touristic island, is undoubtedly a preferred romantic destination for A-list celebrities like Christina Aguilera and British supermodel Kate Moss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2005, newlywed Christina Aguilera spent a romantic honeymoon with her husband in Bali. They had a private villa there with an amazing view of Jimbaran Bay. They were also spotted canoeing together. Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.christina-a.net/gallery/showgallery.php?si=bali&amp;amp;limit="&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/christina-a_net-Honeymoon_In_Bali-nov2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/christina-a_net-Honeymoon_In_Bali-nov2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In mid-August this year, Kate Moss flew on a private jet to Bali with her family and friends for a special wedding with Pete Doherty. They planned to get married in a traditional, spiritual, Balinese style wedding. Sadly, drug-addict Pete failed to show up for the wedding ceremony after he was ordered into a rehabilitation clinic. Poor Kate. The whole world knows that she shouldn't have fallen for him. I guess supermodels don't really have a full-on glamorous life after all &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/68.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/461471.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/461471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115751968949863616?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115751968949863616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115751968949863616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115751968949863616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115751968949863616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/bali-listers-fave-romantic-destination.html' title='Bali: A-listers&apos; fave romantic destination'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115744801523561952</id><published>2006-09-05T21:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:18.819+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'>Upside-down</title><content type='html'>Is the world turning upside-down on me or what? It's just that I saw my test results for Commercial Law (COML303) and Spanish (SPAN112) today, and I thought I was gonna get a good mark in ComLaw and a not-so-good mark in Spanish, but it turned out to be the exact opposite! I couldn't believe that I got a really high mark for my Spanish tests (alhamdulillah), but unfortunately I got an unsatisfying mark for ComLaw &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/20.gif" alt=":((" /&gt;.. Oh well, perhaps I shouldn't be so optimistic after all, and that I should just expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today is Sophie's 1st birthday *yaay!! happy birthday little darling!* Sophie is Mila's and Mas Dwi's first child. I'm usually not that keen on babies and little kids. However Sophie's an exception. She's got that extra appeal that makes me drawn towards her. Damn, I don't even have a pic of her on my computer and digicam. Once I do, I'll definitely attach one to this entry &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/5.gif" alt=";;)" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115744801523561952?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115744801523561952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115744801523561952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115744801523561952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115744801523561952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/upside-down.html' title='Upside-down'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115732207273899395</id><published>2006-09-04T10:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:18.635+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Deborah is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thank you God for reuniting me with Deborah Senouvor, one of my best friends in 7th grade in Jordan. Ever since I left to Indonesia in 8th grade, I kept in touch with Deborah for a while, but when she moved to Ivory Coast we lost track of her. Her email closed down and I guess her letters didn't reach Indonesia. Since then, nobody knew how to contact her, until now! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/3.gif" alt=";)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thanks to Tom who created MySpace, the networking site where I tracked Deborah.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Last but not least, thanks to Deb's brother who made her join MySpace. At first she thought it was useless but thank goodness she joined.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;I truly miss &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deborahsenouvor"&gt;Deborah&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewallmustfall"&gt;Leila&lt;/a&gt;, she, and I were best buddies in 7th grade, and if only we could reunite again one day, face-to-face, it would be more than a wonderful gift to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115732207273899395?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115732207273899395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115732207273899395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115732207273899395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115732207273899395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/deborah-is-back.html' title='Deborah is back!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115721295324324643</id><published>2006-09-03T03:35:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:18.480+13:00</updated><title type='text'>No guilty feeling</title><content type='html'>There's these two girls who keep on asking me or my brother to pick them up every time we have a band practice at KBRI. My bro and I wouldn't mind if our house is on the similar route to KBRI. However, we're getting quite annoyed every time they want us to pick them up, cos it's like our house is on the south, KBRI in the center, and their house on the north. So like, every time kita ngejemput mereka tuh ngelewatin KBRI, jadinya bolak-balik gitu lho. Ya bukannya gimana2 sih, tapi bensin kan mahal so we have to economise on it cos we're not rich people!! So yeah, a few hours ago I decided to tell one of the girls off when she asked me to pick her up later in the morning. Hell no! Why does she have to go with me? Especially when her parents could drive her to KBRI just before going to Newlands! I normally don't have the courage to tell other people off especially if I'm friends with them, cos I hate it and I usually feel guilty about it. However, since a few months ago I've changed a bit as a person, and I've become a little more ignorant than usual. So I didn't care and didn't feel any guilt when I told her off. I'm so sorry but I know I've done the right thing, otherwise my bro and I are going to be her personal driver forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night (ie. a few hours ago at 9pm) I went to see "Little Man" at Reading Cinemas with Yessy and Harridz, and afterwards we went to Ditha's party at Bros until 2am. The party could have been better with great funky music and all that, so I wouldn't have to yawn every 20 minutes. Oh by the way, I'm surprised that the dork wasn't there. It's amazing how too much love can turn into hate &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/71.gif" alt=";))" /&gt;. It took me one and a half years to get over him. I'd wasted all my love on him while he never really loved and respected me. I don't give a damn if he's getting married soon, especially when he's marrying someone of a different religion &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/78.gif" alt=":-j" /&gt;. I'm soooo glad I'm finally over him! &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/69.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/Ditha%27s%20party.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/Ditha%27s%20party.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me and the girls at Ditha's party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115721295324324643?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115721295324324643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115721295324324643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115721295324324643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115721295324324643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-guilty-feeling_03.html' title='No guilty feeling'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115710588300956878</id><published>2006-09-01T21:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:17.927+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Hunting'/><title type='text'>First interview</title><content type='html'>About two days ago a representative from Chandler MacLeod called me for a brief phone interview for the IRD job, and today I met face-to-face with her for an "informal" interview. Regardless of how informal she said it would be, I still prepared myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was at 3pm but I came rather early. Before I met the interviewer, I was given an abstract reasoning test and a personality assessment. After a while, she came in to the room and luckily she's a very friendly person, so I felt relaxed and wasn't nervous at all. I think I did well in the interview, and she also told me that I'm definitely a strong applicant (but I don't think I'm strong enough until I get the job offer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the interviewer also brought in the print-out version of the abstract reasoning and personality test, and oh boy am I glad to find out that I got great results on them both! All my answers were correct in the abstract reasoning test, and my personality test showed that my personal attitude and work behaviour are very suitable for the position that I'm applying for. I feel so relieved as I didn't lie in the personality test (I was going to fake my answers though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after my interview, I went to KBRI for the "gladikotor". This year's definitely the worst in terms of preparing for the performances and all that. I don't even give a damn about the band anymore because of the time constraint. I just couldn't be bothered practicing for only one and a half weeks before the final event &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/46.gif" alt=":-&lt;" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.broelman.com.au/images/cartoons/interview3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115710588300956878?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115710588300956878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115710588300956878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115710588300956878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115710588300956878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-interview.html' title='First interview'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115693147995980915</id><published>2006-08-30T21:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:17.760+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My first audioblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click the button to play the audio &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/audioblogfr-mp3.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freebuttons.com/freebuttons/Babe/BabeLc0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115693147995980915?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115693147995980915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115693147995980915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115693147995980915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115693147995980915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-audioblog.html' title='My first audioblog'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115681398766285390</id><published>2006-08-29T12:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:16.950+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>AHSS fever</title><content type='html'>Man, it's been AHSS fever for me these days!! (AHSS was my school back then in Jordan). About two weeks ago I got back in touch with Adam after getting his email from Abz and adding him on MSN. A few days ago I chatted with Maysa after googling her and finding her in MySpace, and last night I finally spoke to Munir after getting his email from Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/aabbzz.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/aabbzz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/aabbzz.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/maysoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/maysoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/addikinz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/320/addikinz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abzhakim.blogspot.com"&gt;Abz&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/prettypedantic"&gt;Maysa&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adamnabulsi"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I am so glad everyone whom I got back in touch with still remember me, except for Tareq who doesn't remember me at all. Oh well &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons6/47.gif" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115681398766285390?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115681398766285390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115681398766285390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115681398766285390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115681398766285390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahss-fever.html' title='AHSS fever'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115672796505299527</id><published>2006-08-28T12:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:16.734+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'>Second week of the mid-trimester break</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to catch up with my studies and do any assignments that are due after the break. I previously thought that my second Auditing presentation will be held in week 8, but luckily it's in week 9, so I can begin working on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I was going to submit another application for the IRD job, but then I thought I should just call the recruitment officer to verify whether they've received my application that I submitted on the 14th of August. The person said that they've already got my application, and currently they're shortlisting them and will contact the successful candidates in a few days. Inshallah I'll go through to the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that &lt;a href="http://www.pohlenkean.co.nz"&gt;Pohlen Kean&lt;/a&gt; (the HR company that's recruiting accounting graduates to be sent on a secondment to Deloitte in London) is located in Auckland. Ohh, what a pain! I thought it was in Wellington! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been 8 years since I last spoke to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/princesspotter"&gt;Maysa&lt;/a&gt;. A few days ago I found her on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, and yesterday afternoon I finally talked to her on MSN!! Maysa's an old friend of mine, and we used to be classmates 'til 7th grade in Jordan. I'm so glad that she's still the witty, fun-loving girl I used to know back then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115672796505299527?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115672796505299527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115672796505299527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115672796505299527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115672796505299527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-week-of-mid-trimester-break.html' title='Second week of the mid-trimester break'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115649893300636712</id><published>2006-08-25T20:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:16.304+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A few reminders for myself</title><content type='html'>Closing application dates for a graduate position:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;As an auditor in Deloitte in London: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;As an auditor in Audit New Zealand: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;As an investigations officer in IRD:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 28 August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; I've applied for the IRD job, but I haven't got any responses from them whatsoever. I really need to push myself and apply for the other two jobs. Merely submitting an application is not enough as I need to prepare myself for the psychometric testings and interviews as well. A few months ago I applied for the same job at Audit NZ but only made it to the testing and case study stages. Luckily they're currently looking for more graduates so I can apply again, and I definitely need to stay focused and work harder this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YULI !!&lt;/span&gt; She's turning 22 today, and she used to be one of my closest friends in Wellington before she went back to Indonesia and married her husband. Congrats to her 1-month old baby boy too. I wish them all the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/DSC01786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Me and Yuli at the end of 2003" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/DSC01786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33193996-115649893300636712?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115649893300636712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115649893300636712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115649893300636712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115649893300636712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/few-reminders-for-myself.html' title='A few reminders for myself'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115646115758630960</id><published>2006-08-25T11:04:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:16.089+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a Dessy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3 parts success&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;3 parts brilliance&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;3 parts empathy&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice.&lt;br /&gt;Serve with a slice of fitness and a pinch of salt. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Name:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input value="How do you make a 'you'?" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115646115758630960?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115646115758630960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115646115758630960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115646115758630960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115646115758630960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-make-dessy.html' title='How to make a Dessy'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115641791454886842</id><published>2006-08-24T22:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:15.570+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Oh no, it's almost Friday!</title><content type='html'>Forget "TGIF" (Thank God It's Friday) !!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost the end of the first week of my mid-trimester break! Just one more week to go and we're back to class. I don't want my holiday to be over, dammit! I have tons of things to do but I still haven't managed to do them. Aah, lazy mode is SO on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, check out the website of &lt;a href="http://www.kissdesign.net"&gt;KissDesign.net&lt;/a&gt; if you own a home page or a blog. It's got heaps of cute stuffs and goodies for your site. The only catch is: it's in French, so it'll be hard to browse around if you don't understand it. However I do think there's an English version of the site. Just google it if you can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know what I love about my blog? It's the counter, haha! It's so cute, just like my baby Goddess. Man, I miss cuddling and pampering her, she's just too adorable! I hope her master's taking good care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/1600/G%20%26%20Mr%20Tennis%20Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7812/3640/200/G%20%26%20Mr%20Tennis%20Ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33193996-115641791454886842?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115641791454886842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115641791454886842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115641791454886842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115641791454886842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-its-almost-friday.html' title='Oh no, it&apos;s almost Friday!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115640187646404403</id><published>2006-08-24T18:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:15.073+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, welcome to my new blog! It's bye-bye to my old Friendster blog, and some people might be relieved as they will no longer receive those annoying "Dessy has updated her Friendster blog" emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of the layout I made for this blog. It took me a day to design it, and another day to write up the HTML, CSS, and Blogger codes. Oh, by the way I designed the layout using Photoshop and &lt;a href="http://www.leonpistache.com"&gt;Leon Pistache's&lt;/a&gt; illustration; (merci beaucoup Monsieur Pistache!) I'll probably enhance my blog even more with a tagboard and other fancy stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115640187646404403?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115640187646404403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115640187646404403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115640187646404403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115640187646404403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-blogger.html' title='Back to Blogger'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-2306789813197465822</id><published>2006-07-08T22:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:11:13.746+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Countdown.. START &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 more days 'til MY 19th BIRTHDAY!! [D'ohh.. as if somebody's gonna give me a huge birthday surprise *eyeroll*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days 'til the worldwide release of HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!! [Of course I'm gonna buy the book, but d'ohh!!.. as if I'm gonna have time to read it, cos this semester's drivin' me nuts!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Countdown.. END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-2306789813197465822?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2306789813197465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=2306789813197465822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2306789813197465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/2306789813197465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115813016327814770</id><published>2005-10-13T17:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:21.854+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Masa Kisah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Masa lalu yang tertuang&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkah saat senyumanmu yang menggoda&lt;br /&gt;Membuat segala gundah dan resah&lt;br /&gt;Berubah menjadi Asa dan Rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawar Kelam pun terasa Terang dan Riang&lt;br /&gt;Bunga Liar terlihat seperti Bunga Musim Semi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya Asa yang kudambakan&lt;br /&gt;Inginnya mencicipi Rasa itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun sayang tak bertahan selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Asa yang terbang&lt;br /&gt;dan Rasa yang pudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagai terhadang Awan Hitam&lt;br /&gt;Saat Cinta Pertama mengepakkan sayap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kini&lt;br /&gt;Bunga kembali bersemi&lt;br /&gt;Asa dan Rasa yang tertanam&lt;br /&gt;Tumbuh dan mekar menjadi Mawar berhiaskan&lt;br /&gt;Mutiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilangkan sayapmu&lt;br /&gt;Tinggallah di Hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Agar Asa yang kudambakan&lt;br /&gt;Agar Rasa yang kuinginkan&lt;br /&gt;Dapat bersemi didalam Hati yang Kelam ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun dalam dua Dunia&lt;br /&gt;Namun tetap dalam dua Mutiara Dunia yang sama&lt;br /&gt;Yang akan tetap setia mengingat kisah kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;C Kusuma, October 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-115813016327814770?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115813016327814770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115813016327814770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115813016327814770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115813016327814770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/10/masa-kisah.html' title='Masa Kisah'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-115812972387874158</id><published>2005-08-24T18:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:48:21.674+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Undying Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Written in the name of love&lt;br /&gt;Flown through the graceful path of a dove&lt;br /&gt;My words will hereby state&lt;br /&gt;The numbness in my heart to this date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he now loves someone else&lt;br /&gt;Is like a sword slashed into my heart&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Other than he who tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this young lady he meant the world&lt;br /&gt;The best gift ever sent by Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;While I was perceived as nothing but a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Whom he could not care with all his might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas my presence is now merely a mist&lt;br /&gt;A pot of gold that he burned into coal&lt;br /&gt;His love is one which I still can't resist&lt;br /&gt;Though it tortured the deepest core of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;D Aryanti, August 2005&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/33193996-115812972387874158?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115812972387874158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=115812972387874158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115812972387874158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/115812972387874158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/08/undying-love.html' title='Undying Love'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-6025274729695658146</id><published>2005-07-20T17:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:00:22.624+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="first"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;oohooo!! I finally bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince yesterday!! I bought it in the afternoon from Whitcoulls, and by midnight I finished reading half of the book already :p I also brought the book to my campus today to fill in my 3 hour empty slot from 12.30 until 3.30 (cos I had my lectures today at 11.30-12.30 and 3.30-4.30) Oh by the way, I was reading the book during my first lecture instead of listening comprehensively to the lecturer, tee hee hee.. :p I'm aiming to finish reading this brilliant book tonight before I sleep, so that tomorrow I can go back to my studying and assignments and bla bla bla.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, two things I can blurt out about HP6 from the beginning of the book until halfway through is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't BELIEVE Snape's a traitor!! Dumbledore trusted him!! I thought he truly wasn't a Death Eater anymore!! I thought he was a loyal member of the Order of the Phoenix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hmm.. I'm halfway through the 607-pages book (phew! not as thick as HP5), but it still doesn't say who the half-blood prince is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-6025274729695658146?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6025274729695658146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=6025274729695658146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6025274729695658146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6025274729695658146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-8003053324139268325</id><published>2005-07-15T22:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:09:00.205+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika - IngChai version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jika teringat tentang Ase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jauh di mata dekat dihati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Apa yang harus kulakukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;S'tengah tahun lewat sia-sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aku tak brani, untuk kenalan dengannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jika memang masih bisa ku memundurkan waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aku akan kenalan dengannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dan akan kuminta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nomor telpon dan alamatnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tapi sekarang sepertinya sudah terlambat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tapi aku takkan putus asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kan kukejar terus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ase selamanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtesy of Inggriani Chandra =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-8003053324139268325?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8003053324139268325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=8003053324139268325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8003053324139268325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/8003053324139268325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/jika-ingchai-version.html' title='Jika - IngChai version'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-6698872189387033981</id><published>2005-07-13T19:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:07:49.016+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's songs Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lihat Kebunku"&lt;/span&gt; - Dessuchiko version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lihat sampingku, penuh dengan Ing-Ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ada yang Ing-Chai, dan ada yang Bebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Setiap hari, kulihat Bebi-ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ing-Chai, Wanto-Se, KevLoo juga indah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Balonku"&lt;/span&gt; - Ing-Chai version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bebe-ku ada satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wanto-ku ada satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ase-ku ada satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Semua satu-satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tapi Ase menghindar, DAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hatiku sangat kacau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sekarang hanya tinggal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bebe-ku dan Wanto-ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pelangi-Pelangi"&lt;/span&gt; - Ing-Chai version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bebeku Bebeku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alangkah kejammu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Teganya dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Merebut Ase-ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tahukah dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ase-ku milikku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh Bebe, oh Bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Teganya kamu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya makna lirik2nya cuma gua &amp; Ing-Ing deh yg ngerti =P&lt;br /&gt;Beginilah Bebi (Ing-Ing) &amp;amp; Bebe (gua) kalo lagi kreatif.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-6698872189387033981?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6698872189387033981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=6698872189387033981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6698872189387033981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/6698872189387033981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/childrens-songs-version-20.html' title='Children&apos;s songs Version 2.0'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-3017931830193463047</id><published>2005-07-12T14:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:09:57.745+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunia ini memang kejam!</title><content type='html'>Dunia ini memang kejam..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh salah.. umm.. maksud gua.. semester ini memang kejam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh salah lagi.. hmm sebenernya sih.. MOFI202 yg kejam!!! Bener2 kejam!!! Sama ACCY302 juga!! (ya lumayan kejam lah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih tingkat kekejamannya:&lt;br /&gt;1) Super duper kejam!!! --&gt; MOFI202 (Money &amp;amp; banking)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mayan kejam..!! --&gt; ACCY302 (Advanced management accounting)&lt;br /&gt;3) Gak kejam2 banget sih.. --&gt; ACCY306 (Financial statement analysis)&lt;br /&gt;4) Yg ini gak kejam kok, well.. so far though.. --&gt; MOFI301 (Corporate finance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya this semester I'm as good as dead! Tapi.. emang sih ini pilihan gua sendiri, banyak yg kaget gua ngambil 4 paper.. udah gt 300-level smua lg! (yach kecuali 1 paper yg 200-level lah, itu jg menurut gosip sih bnyk banget yg fail MOFI202, which means that it might be harder than some of the 300-level papers, but sadly I need it for my MOFI major).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-3017931830193463047?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3017931830193463047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=3017931830193463047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3017931830193463047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/3017931830193463047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/dunia-ini-memang-kejam.html' title='Dunia ini memang kejam!'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-5400680034438283950</id><published>2005-07-08T22:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:11:22.662+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Countdown.. START &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 more days 'til MY 19th BIRTHDAY!! [D'ohh.. as if somebody's gonna give me a huge birthday surprise *eyeroll*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days 'til the worldwide release of HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!! [Of course I'm gonna buy the book, but d'ohh!!.. as if I'm gonna have time to read it, cos this semester's drivin' me nuts!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; Countdown.. END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-5400680034438283950?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5400680034438283950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=5400680034438283950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5400680034438283950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5400680034438283950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193996.post-5606799751630992214</id><published>2005-07-07T18:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:14:58.157+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies behind your eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5426/496/1600/purple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5426/496/1600/purple1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your eyes, people see kindness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just so... so... so... Sweet! You're kind and love to give others in need, a helping hand. You're pretty shy but can be warm and friendly towards those you know, and those who know you best. Your sanctuary would just be any place that is warm, cozy, and inviting to all people. You love to show signs of affection to your lover but a small simple talk does the trick as well ;) Sadly, your kindness can be used to your disadvantage. People can use you, and take advantage over your sweet and sensitive mind.... But fear not! With you being so kind and generous, people look up to you and adore you ^-^ No one would dare hurt you because they can't bear the thought of your sweet smile turning into a frown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&gt; Hmm u know what.. every sentence in the above paragraph is sooo true!! What a cool result, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizilla.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33193996-5606799751630992214?l=cats-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5606799751630992214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33193996&amp;postID=5606799751630992214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5606799751630992214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33193996/posts/default/5606799751630992214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cats-love-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-lies-behind-your-eyes.html' title='What lies behind your eyes?'/><author><name>Dessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16388126928093959778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
