<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669</id><updated>2009-10-14T23:31:31.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tung &amp; Raye's Ramblings &amp; Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog by two 20 year olds on anything in our lives really - food, shopping, uni, work, rantings about current affairs, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-997163172297130911</id><published>2007-11-15T20:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:36:15.499+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of uni!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a LOOOONG time coming. Twas my last exam this morning and boy was I glad it's over. Last exam for this semester, for this year, for this entire degree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel? Pretty good. Not maximum capacity euphoria, because I still have to worry about getting a graduate position somewhere later, but still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, the uni crew (all four of us) headed into town to meet up with a few other highschool people who had just finished their exams too. First thing on the agenda was ice-cream at Baskin Robbins, Railway Square. With today's hot weather, my single scoop Rocky Road cone was ingested before the cashier had time to give me change. Okay, maybe not THAT fast, but it didn't take long. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at "Michitaro" the Japanese restaurant in Capitol Square. I had the "Spicy Chicken Kaarage", with rice and some salad. I was a bit too tired (and hungry) to have any real appreciation for the taste, but it was "nice" (the most vague descriptor I can think of at the moment). I also tried a new drink, a Japanese soft drink called Calpico Soda. Not to be confused with Calpis water. Hard to describe the taste, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648970_7620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648970_7620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648966_5520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648966_5520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After heading up to the 1st floor of Capitol Square (sticker photos, skilltesters and IT stores) Simon and I spent a while wandering around checking out the prizes on offer (while the ladies looked at stickerphoto machines...Ewww.) A medium sized Donky Kong plush caught my eye. $5 (3 attempts) later, it was MINE. The guy after me managed to win no less than 5 of the toys within a few minutes though. I must have blessed the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648979_8740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v156/151/3/729650357/n729650357_648979_8740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon, exam fatigue had caught up with everyone and it was decided to head home early for some much needed rest. But on the way home, a slight detour (thanks Simon!) allowed me to pick up my most anticipated purchase in recent times... a Nintendo Wii. Awww yeah. I'm a bit too tired to set it up right now but hey, I've got plenty of time to enjoy it in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my churn/transfer to ADSL2+ was approved today. $60 for 30gb (plus another 20gb off peak). Hooray! FYI, this exuberant download quota will be used entirely for legitimate and legal purposes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, one of the best day I've had in ages. If only Raye was here too...&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-997163172297130911?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/997163172297130911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=997163172297130911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/997163172297130911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/997163172297130911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-of-uni.html' title='Last day of uni!!'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-1337541661545002915</id><published>2007-08-17T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:06:55.478+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s COOL'/><title type='text'>New Toy - Mini RC Helicopter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/905/boxnn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/905/boxnn3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3835/dscf2560jx6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/3835/dscf2560jx6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the past few months I've been addicted to a particular online store. www.dealextreme.com&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends know that I love it. All of my friends also love it. Why? Because they sell really cool gadgets...for really low prices....with free shipping. Things like flashlights (not your $2 Go-Lo toys) and lasers (Green ones. That pop balloons, light matches and melt things such as chocolate lol)...as well as RC toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from work, my sister told me that I had received a package today. I knew exactly what it was and couldn't wait to get home. My "&lt;span id="_ctl0_content_HeadLine1" class="CategoryHeadline"&gt;World Smallest Pocket RC Helicopter" had arrived. I carefully removed the bubble wrap (and massive amounts of sticky tape) to find a substantial sized box with pretty pictures on it. Within a few minutes (insert 6xAA batteries into the transmitter and plug in the Helicopter to charge), I was in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not a pro at flying the thing (my skills are limited to hover and "guide it away from walls") but I'm having tonnes of fun. For less than $24AUD delivered, I suggest everyone buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a youtube video of some guy playing with his one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9sgDBfmWTg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9sgDBfmWTg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-1337541661545002915?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dealextreme.com/details.dx/sku.1252' title='New Toy - Mini RC Helicopter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/1337541661545002915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=1337541661545002915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1337541661545002915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1337541661545002915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-toy-mini-rc-helicopter.html' title='New Toy - Mini RC Helicopter'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-7766812964120433406</id><published>2007-08-03T10:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:33:04.233+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Gym and other nonsensical things I tend to blab on about</title><content type='html'>I attended my first gym class yesterday at Fitness first. Some of you may know that I’ve had my gym membership for around half a year now, and halfway through my contract I finally went to a class. I gave up finding a partner as I’m never going to find one, so I went alone to a BodyAttack class. It was great! I should’ve started going earlier, I will definitely be going all the time now. The atmosphere is really high energy, and the instructor was really good. Will try out another class today, even though my body is beaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my intense hour of training I craved a Boost juice all berry bang, but walking towards the Boost juice shop I passed the Fox store (street wear stufF) and saw stuff on sale. Being the girl I am, obviously I walked in and spent way too long in there and ended up buying a skirt. By the time I got to Boost, it was closed - when the only thing that’s been on your mind for 2 hours is unavailable, and you just missed it by probably 20 minutes, you would know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear I thought, since I craved an icey drink so much, I’d go for the "healthier” option and get a slurpee from 7/11. Anyone who’s been to the CBD would know that there are usually two 7/11’s on the same block in many areas of the City, but I couldn’t even find one near Town Hall. I was so desperate I even lined up at McDonalds for 2 minutes to get one. But will power (to drink healthy) took over and I went to Woolies to get a drink instead. I still go for the healthiest option - water - which I should have, but a Nestea lemon flavoured green tea, didn’t seem like a bad option at the time (I wanted cold flavoured drink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some other exciting things happened, like going home, but I forgot what I wanted to say, as always.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-7766812964120433406?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/7766812964120433406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=7766812964120433406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7766812964120433406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7766812964120433406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/08/gym-and-other-nonsensical-things-i-tend.html' title='Gym and other nonsensical things I tend to blab on about'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-2742551409760411956</id><published>2007-07-30T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:22:38.709+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random rant on taxis and NRMA</title><content type='html'>I was going to write about something exciting, but I have suddenly forgotten it 10 seconds ago. In other news, until I remember what exciting news I had to tell, I had wanted to blab on a little about taxi drivers in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I have probably been in an Australian taxi, in a total of probably 3 times in the past 5 years, and 2 of those times being the last 7 days. Mum decided to reverse the car into someone behind her by accident, so I had to go drop it off at NRMA and then pick it up again which NRMA paid for my 2 taxi rides (else I probably would never take a taxi). Now, this isn't meant to be a bitching session, I had imagined that taxi drivers were crazy drivers, weaving in and out of traffic, over taking everyone, accelerating and stopping really suddenly. But oh how wrong I was! I must say, you taxi drivers out there are probably the most patient drivers I have been in a car with. Only in a taxi have I followed a huge truck down a 70 road driving at 50-60 without seeing any form of impatience from the driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a totally different topic, I picked up the car today from NRMA (thank you for being so easy to deal with), and I haven't been in my car for a week or two. I'm not a big fan of cruises so I'm not particularly missing driving all that much. I do, however, miss driving over this fabulous hill (it's actually more of an imperfection in the road, a little bump on the side of a road). Tung is probably the only one who knows about my childish love for driving over this little hill/bump thing, I could be in the worst mood, but this little bump in the road can always put a smile on my face (yes, I'm smiling just thinking about it). It's like a little tiny roller coaster or something, where you accelerate when you get closer to it, then take the foot off the pedal at the peak of the little hill, and go down and just feel a little thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm the only idiot out there who finds so much thrill and fun going over a little hill in my road, but I just thought I'd blog about it because I love it so much and it deserves to be known to other people. I'm sure you all have something of your own that you get thrills out of that other people may think you're weird for doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure out what exciting news I was going to share, it probably wasn't exciting anyway...&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-2742551409760411956?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/2742551409760411956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=2742551409760411956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/2742551409760411956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/2742551409760411956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-rant-on-taxis-and-nrma.html' title='Random rant on taxis and NRMA'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-7636263895035026761</id><published>2007-07-25T21:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:40:13.378+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RqcxMI0-JGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SG8wMunhgLc/s1600-h/DSCF4256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RqcxMI0-JGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SG8wMunhgLc/s200/DSCF4256.JPG" border="0" alt="Skiing @ Selwyn" title="Skiing @ Selwyn"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tung and I went skiing last week, it was a bit of a last minute thing. I had wanted to go skiing since before the uni break started, and no one ever wanted to go with me, so I kind of gave up on that idea. Then suddenly a week before the trip my cousin rings me up and asks if I want to go as there are a few spots left in her ASOC (actuarial society) ski trip event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were to leave Thursday night (19th), get there around 9:30pm and have a night's sleep, head out to hit the snow the next day, have a full day of skiing (9-4:30), then another night back at the lodge, then head back out for another day of skiing and drive straight home after skiing, and get back around 11:30pm on Saturday night. It was a pretty awesome trip. Not the best lodge, or food, but I can't complain, it was a reasonably cheap holiday away, so the food and the lodge was expected to be a little dodgey, but we had our sleep and we were fed, so it was all good. The ski resort we went to was Selwyn, not as big as Thredbo, and only a fraction of Perisher, but was sufficient enough for a bunch of beginners like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night at the lodge, we barely got 5 hours of sleep (Tung and I), I was drenched in sweat from the highest setting for our electric blankets, with 2 sleeping bags and another quilt. The second night I froze to death with only 1 quilt and a sleeping bag on top (which does absolutely nothing), and the lowest setting on my electric blanket, got about 6 hours of sleep with continuous waking up in between. But, it's a crazy holiday, and was overall great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was great, we had great weather, a slight wind during our visit, but was probably a good thing to cool us down from hours of skiing. We experienced some snowing on the Saturday morning - nothing fascinating, just a bunch of tiny ice particles that you cannot even see, and it just looked like fog, but clings to your face a little. The slopes were a little short, and of course, nothing beats Perisher in terms of slopes, but we did manage to find a nice little triangle to go around in so it was pretty much continuous skiing until our legs were completely bruised, and my knee dislocated (snow plough! snow plough!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of great snow deal packages, let me know for next year (I already know about Ski Kaos). I think a 2 day ski package is more than enough, if 3 day or more I'd probably like some other activities other than skiing.&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-7636263895035026761?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/7636263895035026761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=7636263895035026761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7636263895035026761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7636263895035026761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/07/skiing.html' title='Skiing!'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RqcxMI0-JGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SG8wMunhgLc/s72-c/DSCF4256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-7745331072282946028</id><published>2007-07-25T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:04:39.706+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><title type='text'>Who's looking at YOUR Facebook profile?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that everyone who reads this article knows what Facebook is. If you don't, you need to get online more often, heck it's even in the papers and everywhere else. I admit that I am a person who likes to go snooping around in other people's profiles and reading things, cause - well, that's what it's up there for, you put it there for me to see, so I'm going to look at it when I'm bored. It's all innocent on my end, although when it's being done to me, I kind of feel disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I noticed a bunch of randoms looking at my profile and who knows what other private things like photos and things (even though I set those to friends only). How do I know this? I have installed a little application a long time ago called fluff friends for those who use Facebook. It's a simple little thing where you adopt a little "pet" (an image) and you can pet it or (newly added) feed it. When the developers introduced the feeding option, they introduced a thing called "munni", which you get from petting these pets (whether it be your own or someone else's), and then you can buy food to feed your pet, or backgrounds to put to make your pet look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is the option to see who the last few people who pet it are, and who fed it are. This is where I have recently found some really random randoms petting my pet. I noticed a few persons who are on my list who never talk to me, decide to pet my pet for some munni (mind you, you people are REALLY sad, go out and get a real pet dammit!) which is all fine for me, but then the last few days I noticed people I don't even know pet my pet (damn these people must be pretty desperate for munni and should get a life). I found one person, who is a friend of a friend, so that's alright, but then there's a person who I have no friends in common with at all. I decided to do a bit of investigating, since I am able to look through their profile since they decided to piss all over my Facebook. I saw that this person was in a relationship, so my first reaction was to look to see if I knew their partner, whom I did not know, however, the partner and I have a friend in common - my work friend. So this random, decided to go through her list and pet all the stupid pets, and then went to their partner's list and pet his friends' pets, and then decided to go through his friends lists and pet THEIR friends list pets. Do you have no life woman?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some COMPLETE random who went around promoting his music and tried to add me as a friend, who decided to pet my pet. In fact, I shall try to undermine who this freak is, as we have no friend's in common. What do you know, we have now two mutual friends! Will pm a friend to see who the hell this guy is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally thought about removing this fluff friends application since it's completely useless and is only for novelty reasons, but now I think I'll leave it up there to see if any more randoms come and pet my dumb pet now that I've changed all my privacy settings and set them all to friends only.&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-7745331072282946028?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/7745331072282946028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=7745331072282946028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7745331072282946028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7745331072282946028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-looking-at-your-facebook-profile.html' title='Who&apos;s looking at YOUR Facebook profile?'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-2069818895595990564</id><published>2007-07-09T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:40:48.702+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>MenoPAUSE?</title><content type='html'>I was reading the new Fitness First magazine for winter which just came out, and there was an article about menopause. Just a random thought but, (I have not done any readings on menopause, or any research since my thought) I know it's just a name, but doesn't pause suggest that it's only temporarily stopped? Does that mean that my periods will pause and stop for a while and one day it'll come back - un-paused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just wanted to know where the name originated from, shouldn't it be more menostop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-2069818895595990564?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/2069818895595990564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=2069818895595990564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/2069818895595990564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/2069818895595990564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/07/menopause.html' title='MenoPAUSE?'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-8750724046039360243</id><published>2007-07-05T21:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:29:14.913+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Cityrail Havoc MKII....and my first Bridge Walk!</title><content type='html'>As the &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/winds-cause-commuter-chaos/2007/07/05/1183351353586.html" target="new"&gt;SMH reports&lt;/a&gt;, Cityrail services between Wynyard and Gordon were halted today after a section of roofing from a train carriage was blown off while travelling across the Harbour Bridge. The flying debris brought down power lines, causing rail delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time that rail services have been cancelled on the north shore line, preventing commuters from crossing the harbour by rail. An earlier incident occurred a few months ago, creating huge delays as people had to wait for buses to replace trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work in North Sydney today, and rather than join the crowd/mob of people (stretching around halfway down a city block) waiting for a train, a few workmates and I decided to go for a walk across the bridge. How exciting...it was the first time I'd walk across the harbour bridge.&lt;br /&gt;We bypassed North Sydney station as well as Milson's point, taking only 30mins or so to walk from my building to Wynyard. I bet those poor souls waiting for buses at North Sydney were still standing in the cold by the time I was on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RozcNczpfhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tHZLwdmQyjk/s1600-h/DSC00499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RozcNczpfhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tHZLwdmQyjk/s200/DSC00499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083680203023678994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RozcNszpfiI/AAAAAAAAACE/hZRwk2FFlLY/s1600-h/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RozcNszpfiI/AAAAAAAAACE/hZRwk2FFlLY/s200/DSC00501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083680207318646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-8750724046039360243?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/8750724046039360243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=8750724046039360243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8750724046039360243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8750724046039360243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/07/cityrail-havoc-mkiiand-my-first-bridge.html' title='Cityrail Havoc MKII....and my first Bridge Walk!'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RozcNczpfhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tHZLwdmQyjk/s72-c/DSC00499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-4848862337880412768</id><published>2007-06-29T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:34:07.221+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers &amp; FFX</title><content type='html'>Tung and I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/dreamworks/transformers/" target="new"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday night at Parramatta with the "guys" and I know Tung agrees with me that the movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAS SO AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; Not going to include any spoilers, but to any person interested in robots/cool graphics/3D animation or is a little bit of a geek at heart (if not a lot), then this is definitely something to watch! Barely a minute where the movie is not action packed, and barely a scene/scenario where something challenges the protagonists. Very awesome movie, been a while since I watched a good movie. 10/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the topic of 3D animation and all stuff geeky - I've started &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FFX&lt;/span&gt; for PS2 the other day since David lent me his PS2. I so need to get a tv tuner and hook it up to my computer, the damn TV is killing my eyes, it's all fuzzy and very hard to see. I quite like the concept of no levels, but leveling your s.lvls and gaining skills and stats that way, it was confusing at first, but definitely very fun later on. I hate blitzball, I don't get it, someone explain it to me. I hope it's not necessary, cause I don't get it and I don't want to play it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little disappointed at the lack of cool FMVs, after FF8 and FF9, the graphics of FFX was meant to be so much better, and so I expected a lot more cool FMVs and if sparce, at least longer ones. And the lack of save spots! Took me probably 16 hours of game play before I found a decent spot to do some training near a save spot and inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, FFX has a very nice character development and story going on, which is keeping me on playing, Rikku turned out to be a lot less annoying that what I had previously experienced, and Yuna needs to toughen up a bit. I think I prefered Rinoa's fiesty attitude better in FF8.&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-4848862337880412768?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/4848862337880412768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=4848862337880412768&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4848862337880412768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4848862337880412768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers-ffx.html' title='Transformers &amp; FFX'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-4846927751247405509</id><published>2007-06-21T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:46:01.095+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>Hooters...makes you happy. In a non-perverted way. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpgcVDtUzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0CpIO9O0K18/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpgcVDtUzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0CpIO9O0K18/s200/DSC00493.JPG" alt="Hooters" title="Hooters" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raye:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tung and I went to Hooters last Friday in Parramatta for Simon's 20th birthday, and I guess this will be our very first official food review blog post. As a lot of people, especially those who blog, love food, and going out to eat, we thought it would be nice to give our 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restaurant:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://hooters-oz.com/" target="new"&gt;Hooters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type:&lt;/span&gt; Family restaurant. Ribs, steaks, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; 132 James Ruse Drv, Parramatta NSW 2150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; (02) 9633 5160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('hooters');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="hooters" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food/Price:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpjbFDtU0I/AAAAAAAAABE/hd_Cu9pYE9g/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpjbFDtU0I/AAAAAAAAABE/hd_Cu9pYE9g/s200/DSC00724.JPG" alt="Chicken Wings" title="Chicken Wings" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="new" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnpj0lDtU1I/AAAAAAAAABM/HnSygLYD8xw/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnpj0lDtU1I/AAAAAAAAABM/HnSygLYD8xw/s200/DSC00726.JPG" alt="Steak" title="Steak" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="new" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnplZlDtU2I/AAAAAAAAABU/O3oNdMhKYNU/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnplZlDtU2I/AAAAAAAAABU/O3oNdMhKYNU/s200/DSC00732.JPG" alt="Nachos" title="Nachos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First image:&lt;/b&gt; 20 Hooters Chicken Wings. $18.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second image:&lt;/b&gt; Hooters Sirloin Steak with curly fries + salad. $25.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third image:&lt;/b&gt; Nachos Grande. $16.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpmB1DtU3I/AAAAAAAAABc/AXKPKCx1rQM/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpmB1DtU3I/AAAAAAAAABc/AXKPKCx1rQM/s200/DSC00727.JPG" alt="T-bone" title="T-bone" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raye:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the 400gm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-bone Steak &lt;/span&gt; (medium rare) with curly fries and salad. &lt;b&gt;$27.50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak had its own steak sauce and tasted very nice. The steak was cooked very well, and medium rare was just right, it was very tender, but still did not beat the best steak I had at Lonestar. However, the steak is probably a &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The curly fries were alright, they were interesting to look at, not very practical to eat, and I prefer my chips a little fatter. &lt;b&gt;7/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The salad was crap, either the rocket sucked, or I just don't like rocket, but the salad had a lot of damn rocket, and it was crap. &lt;b&gt;4/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overall meal: Very filling, T-bones are usually hard to get all the meat off the bone. Salad kind of ruined the meal. Price is pretty typical, expensive, but good quality steak (I think Lonestar equivalent is better, and slightly less expensive). Overall rating: &lt;b&gt;7/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnpv1FDtU4I/AAAAAAAAABk/MOKAAgosuM4/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnpv1FDtU4I/AAAAAAAAABk/MOKAAgosuM4/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tung:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nearly World Famous"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$18.50 &lt;/span&gt;for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 &lt;/span&gt;pieces) were ordered for our starters and arrived promptly, followed by a few moments of silent awe. For a split second, we wondered how we could've ordered something that looked like it belonged on the "food to turn you into a fat-ass so quickly that your house foundations won't cope" list, but the allure of the glistening mountain of golden "goodness" was too hard to resist. The wings were battered in a more "grainy" or crumby batter than say, KFC, but had a much nicer seasoning (we ordered, "mild", which was only slightly spicy). Every bite was a month taken off my life expectancy, but damn it was worth it. For what they are (a slightly naughty appetiser to be shared), the wings did well and after all, who goes to Hooters if they aren't prepared for some high-calorie indulgence?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;After much thinking I decided to order the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chargrilled BBQ Ribs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;($26.90)&lt;/span&gt;. Described in the menu as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rack of fall-off-the-bone pork ribs marinated in Hooters BBQ sauce. Comes with golden curly fries, fresh green salad and a bib!"&lt;/span&gt;. While the meat wasn't exactly "fall-off-the-bone" mush, it was fairly tender and didn't take much work to get off the bone, allowing maximum enjoyment without making you look like a savage . The marinade used had a nice, balanced flavour, not overly sweet like others. The aptly named curly fries were quite nice and the accompanying salad was... a salad. Random kinds of lettuce, some tomato, cucumber, onion and vinaigrette dressing - nothing to write home about but did a good job of cutting through the grease. Overall rating: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting/Atmosphere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raye&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at about 6pm and there were only a few other patrons there. It got busier around 7:30-8pm, and was basically packed by 9pm. The place was nicely decorated, with some colourful lights around the place, and had the wooden building look and feel. We sat at a comfortable and cosy booth, and the place was heated just right. The only disappointment was probably the fact that they served the food on big cheap white plastic plates. I had a bit of trouble cutting my steak and my plate was moving around all over the place. After going to &lt;b&gt;Ribs and Rumps&lt;/b&gt; in Gordon, where you get a huge chopping board with your food on it, I guess the standards are set pretty high for everywhere else, and Hooters did not even come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, it was over all pretty good. A lot of crazy party people who eat here (we wonder why), but still lots of families with children, so the place wasn't too rowdy. Overall rating: &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tung&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at about 6 to find a only a handful of people already dining. However by about 8 or 9, the place was swarming. Decor was exactly as I imagined.  They mixed the "American West" theme (think Lone Star) with Sports. Random sports memorabilia on the walls and television screens, LOTS of them. No matter where I looked, I had at least 3 screens in my field of view. The Hooters chain was originally intended to be "Sports Bars" and that ideology has continued in it's Australian restaurants (but instead of sports, we watched bits of Stuart Little 2. Seems they skimped on the Foxtel and chose to show free-to-air TV instead).  Booth seating was perfect for our group of 5 and provided comfort and slightly more privacy. Overall, more fun than classy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Service/Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnp0_lDtU5I/AAAAAAAAABs/TxImuW4izQ8/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rnp0_lDtU5I/AAAAAAAAABs/TxImuW4izQ8/s200/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raye&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Service being... the waiting/order taking, not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind of service. The waitresses were really nice, well ours was, there were a few that looked a bit bitchy. She wasn't too naggy when it came to making us order, and we did take our time. After orders, the food didn't take too long to come out (unlike BlackStump, don't ever go there, ever), the chicken wings came out first as they were ordered as an entree, and the food came out pretty quickly, around 10 minutes later, but the waitress asked us before they brought the food out, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there for almost 4 hours and as some other steak houses (ie Lonestar) makes their waiters do country dances, we got 3 dance shows throughout the night. Each dance was about 3 to 5 songs (but only short parts of each songs, so maybe 3-5 minutes of entertaining). The last dance they do in each session, they do it on the tables and the seats, yes, whoever the lucky men out there who get front row seats, will see these hot ladies shake their booties in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Simon's birthday, and we bought him a cake beforehand, and the girls brought it out and sang to Simon. I give the singing &lt;b&gt;6/10&lt;/b&gt; as the girls showed no enthusiasm (these were the bitchy ones), and walked off immediately. But overall, the entertainment deserved a &lt;b&gt;9/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tung&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, we were quickly greeted and seated by a MAN. He didn't even have a Hooters T-shirt on and no, he didn't have boobs either. Let's assume he was the manager. Anyhow, since we had brought a cake for m'very'good friend Simon, I asked the "manager" if he could look after the cake for us. I took the plunge and trusted that this man was not some bum off the street and that he wouldn't steal our cake to share with his hobo friends around a campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress (who we shall call Emily Blunt, because she looks just like her) was friendly and talkative. As mentioned, she was quite courteous and didn't overflow with "bimbo-ness".&lt;br /&gt;Our dishes didn't take too long to arrive and when it came to cake time, the waitress found a few candles for us (we didn't bring any) and delivered it to our table with a trio of singing girls. The singers didn't seem very enthusiastic and basically disappeared after the final words of the song. Perhaps they were needed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hiccup we had was when Emily Blunt forgot to bring us some plates and cutlery to serve our cake. The five of us sat there with this small log cake sitting in the middle of a bare table, alone except for some sauce bottles and salt and pepper shakers. "Shit", she whispered to herself, "...sorry darl, just let me get them for you" she replied when I brought it to her attention. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other people who had birthdays that night as well and the waitresses asked all the birthday people to come to the centre of the restaurant for a special "presentation". They made each person stand on a chair and with the aid of a microphone, each person introduced themselves and stated the age they were turning. Cheers were followed by some butt-shaking dances where each birthday boy/girl had to spell their name by writing each letter with their butt while still standing on the chair. Nothing like some slightly humiliating fun to make a birthday complete, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion/Overall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raye&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant had pretty good food, probably the best entertainment apart from live bands or similar, and the waitresses were pretty hot. The prices were pretty expected for a steak house like restaurant, no bargains there, but not too much of a rip off either. Definitely will consider coming back, maybe for some group party. Overall rating: &lt;b&gt;8/10&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tung&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Food was good for the price (around $15-25 for mains) and the service was generally efficient and friendly. I won't comment on the girls (for fear of retribution by someone) but the place is perfect for a light-hearted (but high fat) meal with "the boys". Quite well suited to birthdays, Hooters did a great job for Simon's 20th and as a result, I'm pretty sure he'd agree with me when I say "Hooters, makes you happy". Overall rating: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-4846927751247405509?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/4846927751247405509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=4846927751247405509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4846927751247405509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4846927751247405509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/hootersmakes-you-happy-in-non-perverted.html' title='Hooters...makes you happy. In a non-perverted way. Seriously.'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RnpgcVDtUzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0CpIO9O0K18/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-3372481631417118931</id><published>2007-06-19T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:50:57.733+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>Record Shootings</title><content type='html'>Let's all stand in silence for a minute for the brave man who got shot and died in Melbourne for trying to help a woman who was being harassed by a man. (&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/one-dead-gunman-at-large/2007/06/18/1182018971854.html" target="new"&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know what I'm on about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading mX (my trusty source of "accurate" information) about this shooting, and mX reckons it was the worst shooting in the last 5 years in Australia. Compared to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Tech_massacre" target="new"&gt;Virginia Tech&lt;/a&gt; in the US, where there were "at least 33 dead", I guess US needs to rethink their gun rule a little more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, arguably, Australia has had its own really &lt;a href="http://www.guncontrol.org.au/index.php?article=80" target="new"&gt;bad shootings&lt;/a&gt; with the mass shootings of 35 people by Martin Bryant, before "better" gun laws were put into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to mum about this yesterday, and I guess it's sad, but she's right when  she says that American government would never change the laws on guns as it would just anger the entire gun industry, and make some big money players very angry. And there are just too many people out there who support having guns. I guess that means, no living in America for me for sure now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-3372481631417118931?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/3372481631417118931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=3372481631417118931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3372481631417118931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3372481631417118931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/record-shootings.html' title='Record Shootings'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-5432457850604271727</id><published>2007-06-15T15:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:25:55.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>War has been lost</title><content type='html'>The long battle over the last two months has been very tiresome, lots of scares here and there, and quite the intense battle... but it has finally come to an end. A sad end indeed. One that I thought I'd come out the winner and be all proud that I won the long fight, but no... I have finally lost the battle to sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I probably got it off someone or something (I'm thinking gym, or even possibly Tung -eyes Nam-), as I don't think it was because I was cold or anything. It hit me bad on Tuesday, and on Wednesday I was basically this blob in my room that is infectious, breathing virus, of a thing. Blocked nose, sore throat, the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I can never figure out, what's the difference between a cold, a flu a fever, and a virus? Can you have more than one at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-5432457850604271727?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/5432457850604271727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=5432457850604271727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/5432457850604271727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/5432457850604271727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/war-has-been-lost.html' title='War has been lost'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-1695775710182289364</id><published>2007-06-08T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:56:43.014+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bbq'/><title type='text'>Smell that, Marv? Y'know what that is?....It's Freedom.</title><content type='html'>Guess what ladies and gents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester is over. No more lectures or assessments. My last exam for the semester was this morning and I'm now feeling a strangely euphoric vibe. Not quite pure euphoria though, because some of the exams were quite gruelling, however I'm glad they're over and look forward to some more relaxing over the next few weeks. Had a nice celebration lunch today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="new" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RmlUG_ZJ91I/AAAAAAAAABc/McyTkoGYfoE/s1600-h/SP_A0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RmlUG_ZJ91I/AAAAAAAAABc/McyTkoGYfoE/s200/SP_A0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678934282467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a target="new" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RmlUHPZJ92I/AAAAAAAAABk/8f-pBRdxEQc/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RmlUHPZJ92I/AAAAAAAAABk/8f-pBRdxEQc/s200/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678938577434466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('koreanbbq1');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="koreanbbq1" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, no more exams. After our last exam today, my uni "crew" went to celebrate (despite the torrential rain) with some Korean BBQ. We went to a place called &lt;a href="http://www.bbq.com.au/"&gt;"Charcoal Mine BBQ House"&lt;/a&gt; in North Parramatta. $18 for buffet BBQ lunch. You basically choose any meats (and as much as you like) from their varied range and cook it yourself at your own BBQ built into your table. I've dined at similar establishments before, but I was quite impressed today. They used REAL charcoal to power the BBQ rather than gas and considering the nice flavours of most of the meat, $18 wasn't too much to ask. Novelty + Nice food = Happy Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, starting on Tuesday, I'm back at NorthWest Radiology in Castle Hill on clinical placement. I did 3 weeks there earlier this year and generally enjoyed it there. Nice colleagues, reasonably good equipment and a location that is super-close to Castle Towers shopping centre. It's supposed to be a huge shopping centre, but I wouldn't know, I've only explored one level of it. There are another TWO levels I've never set foot on. I should stay back on a thursday and have my own shopping adventure... -Raye get's jealous-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-1695775710182289364?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/1695775710182289364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=1695775710182289364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1695775710182289364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1695775710182289364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/smell-that-marv-yknow-what-that-isits.html' title='Smell that, Marv? Y&apos;know what that is?....It&apos;s Freedom.'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ecTdWzrDkSQ/RmlUG_ZJ91I/AAAAAAAAABc/McyTkoGYfoE/s72-c/SP_A0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-507824870729712756</id><published>2007-06-07T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:19:58.331+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>Working in the city - not all that fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="new" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmfNzlDtUyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jR5saaCSU9U/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmfNzlDtUyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jR5saaCSU9U/s200/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073249791260840738"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a stereotypical view that office workers have relaxing jobs in a nice environment, and that if you work in the City, it's prestigious, or some bull like that. Let me tell you, it's neither relaxing, nor is it fun, nor is it prestigious in anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('citywork1');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="citywork1" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few key factors that make working in the City really really crap: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="new" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmfNlFDtUxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CPpJde5JenA/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmfNlFDtUxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CPpJde5JenA/s200/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073249542152737554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Factor 1:&lt;/span&gt; Just because a lot of people who work in the city wear nice neat business suits and outfits, does not mean everyone does, and those who don't, get looked down on a little. And those who do are usually all grumpy snobs who push their way around because they think being in a suit makes them better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Factor 2:&lt;/span&gt; Have you tried walking around the City in peak hours? Hell I tell you! Don't even make mention the public transport coughCityRailcough. You basically have to cram yourself into the damn trains (or buses) like sardines and sometimes you don't even get a chance of getting on (because the trains are always late, and by the time they come the station would be overloaded with people they don't fit on the lousy 6 carriage train they pulled in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Factor 3:&lt;/span&gt; The sole reason I'll die young: smokers. Everyday I must push myself, gasping for air through the clouds of smoke everywhere I turn. I don't care if you smokers want to kill yourself, but please, don't kill me in the process too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Factor 4:&lt;/span&gt; This is really the same as factor 3, but heck it needs reiterating - CityRail. Oh the wonders of late trains, and cancelled trains and trains that get &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/transport-meltdown/2007/03/14/1173722560423.html" target="new"&gt;stuck on the Sydney Harbour Bridge&lt;/a&gt;, two days before its 75th birthday. Now to put myself into perspective, I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; work in the City, I work in St Leonards, which is over the bridge. This sucks on many degrees - more expensive tickets, longer trips meaning less sleep in time, longer trips back, meaning busier trains, and the one I hate above all: once the trains screw up, you're screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took those photos shown above, of the number of people waiting for a bus (that does not exist) at St Leonards after the trains &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/transport-meltdown/2007/03/14/1173722560423.html" target="new"&gt;broke down on the bridge&lt;/a&gt;. I got to the station around 6:30pm or so, and started to wait for a bus since the trains had an undetermined amount of time to be fixed. There were no buses for about an hour, taxis were being called, people were fighting over taxis, and the buses just didn't come as every single one being sent out got filled up at North Sydney (how pathetic is that, so they didn't think to send a few out to St Leonards first?). I'll give them some credit, they eventually did, around 8pm or something, by then, the bus was filled up in about 1 minute. So after giving up completely, I found a few strangers to share a taxi back over the stupid bridge to Town Hall where trains were functioning properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that clears up some things about working in the City (or over the bridge), it's not all that fabulous and fancy and fantastic and fun - it sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-507824870729712756?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/507824870729712756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=507824870729712756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/507824870729712756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/507824870729712756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/working-in-city-not-all-that-fab.html' title='Working in the city - not all that fab'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmfNzlDtUyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jR5saaCSU9U/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-8274005616107763433</id><published>2007-06-07T15:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:08:19.797+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>Weather to stay in bed</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to one of those really really loud, big, floor moving, Earth trembling, house shaking, (you get the point) bolt of thunder/lightning. Despite the sound being quite scary since it was so sudden and loud, the sounds of rain to follow was one of calming feelings that I can sleep in forever and snuggle up (preferably to someone and not myself).. until my alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, there's a lightning storm outside, buckets of water is being poured over my house and on the roads, and I have to get out of bed to go to work. But my bed was so nice and warm! And the day was so dark I just wanted to stay a little bit longer... Just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, blogging at work - tired, sleepy, and craving the warmth of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-8274005616107763433?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/8274005616107763433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=8274005616107763433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8274005616107763433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8274005616107763433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/weather-to-stay-in-bed.html' title='Weather to stay in bed'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-6012930765603422343</id><published>2007-06-05T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:08:54.933+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>Wrong gender!</title><content type='html'>I went to a sale the past Saturday (2nd June) at Town Hall some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPER BIG MASSIVE WAREHOUSE&lt;/span&gt; sale for brands like CK, G Star, Levis, Mossimo, Wrangler, and some other jeans and urban wear brands. I was quite excited as most females get when they see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPER BIG MASSIVE WAREHOUSE&lt;/span&gt; sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('clothes01');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="clothes01" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little disappointed that the huge sale items turn out to be pretty crappy stuff, like real ugly jeans in super sizes, or super tiny sizes (as massive warehouse sales usually are like), and the ones nice were a pair of Wranglers and G-Star jeans. I did learn however, that G-Star Raw jeans are RIDICULOUSLY priced, much to my disappointment (uh AUD$230 AFTER 50% off anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pair I had tried on and liked was a pair of black straight leg Wranglers that I thought would go nicely with my boots. $49 bucks, not toooo cheap, but I guess better than $100 jeans. I was quite content with my jeans, until I got home and showed my mum my newly acquired jeans. The first thing she said to me was "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they're men's jeans"&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I know that the size of the jeans were in inches (which is usually only for men in Australia), but everything there was in inches - including all the DEFINITE female jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum clearly was not convinced, being the jeans professional that she is. So I checked the only sign on the jeans, stuck to the back pocket. There in plain English &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"comfortable men's jeans"&lt;/span&gt;. My heart sank, then after some more close examination, they clearly were, men's jeans. The over-sized pockets (front and back), and the "roomier" crotch (which I found a little weird when trying on, but ignored as funny design), and the fly that goes all the way down to the seam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - I'm here complaining (too much) about my jeans, I'm here baffled by the fact that I got confused between men's jeans and females. We know there's something wrong with men these days, when they start wearing jeans that are skin tight and have a curvy design to them. I'm not a skinny girl, and these jeans looked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JUST LIKE&lt;/span&gt; normal girls jeans on me, apart from the fact that the back pockets go halfway down my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still content about my jeans, although am a little depressed they're actually men's, but with a few small alterations no one can tell :P However, I am saddened by a world in which we live, where men and women can just interchange their clothing without noticing any significant differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-6012930765603422343?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/6012930765603422343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=6012930765603422343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/6012930765603422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/6012930765603422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-to-sale-past-saturday-2nd-june.html' title='Wrong gender!'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-1952044096578247879</id><published>2007-06-03T10:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:09:07.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s COOL'/><title type='text'>Microsoft Surface</title><content type='html'>My mum was telling me yesterday that she saw on Chinese satellite tv on some "what's hot" show (fashion, design, cars, jewellery, etc) about this "thing" that Microsoft developed where the table is a desktop, and you just touch the surface to interact. I then received a forward from Irene (work mate), to a link to a YouTube video, and it just happened to be the "thing" that mum was talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('foo');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="foo" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes looking around YouTube, I found this real demonstration video put together by Microsoft's crew, which shows the actual Surface in play (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be the next step in computer technology, where humans can interact with a computer without the barrier of needing other peripherals, and knowing how to use the interface - this is kind of like a touchscreen that does a lot more than recognising touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the main feature that makes this different, unique, special, and "ground breaking technology" (if you will call it that), is the direct interaction between the table/surface and other WiFi hand held devices like mobile phones, cameras, etc. Simply placing a mobile phone onto the surface, you can interact with it by dragging and dropping (literally with your fingers and hands) things like ringtones and pictures to and from the desktop to your phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this product is mainly aimed at restaurants, shops (mainly technology), coffee shops (or any other food/drink places), hotels, airports, and similar other places - basically not really something for the typical household. According to mum, this thing will cost over $10,000 (I'm assuming USD) - only the computer enthusiast will ever fish out this money for home use (or the insanely rich who has no idea what it is, but knows it's cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm sure if this product will really be that successful, it's cool and all, but it's not exactly a "no-strings-attached" item, that is perfect for use even in the field it's meant for. Yes some of the features look great, but some also seem a little impractical - to me anyway. Things like, the phone comparisons and the  dragging and dropping of ringtones and other "features and packages" in a phone shop may sound great (and it is! I definitely would be hooked into buying 100 useless ringtones just to play with the interface), but this system cannot replace the face to face, pen on paper ways of sales (no shop is going to buy 10 of these surfaces to use). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting this in a coffee shop also doesn't seem to be that practical, yes I know it's a table, but I'm not going to like eating off it, and incase I spill my drink or drop my food, I will feel very scared that I'll ruin the screen somehow - but that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one feature that I don't seem to understand, in one of the videos &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP5y7yp06n0"&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;, they put down their bankcards on the table and split the bill for their order and stuff, how the hell does the table recognise cards? The magnetic strip? I wouldn't like putting my card down on a table that reads everything.. sounds so dodgey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I am looking for the launch of this item, and so I can play with this and see it's real uses - although that probably won't be for another few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlZxuqjJDgk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlZxuqjJDgk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlZxuqjJDgk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlZxuqjJDgk&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP5y7yp06n0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP5y7yp06n0&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlZxuqjJDgk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlZxuqjJDgk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cog8b8ojji0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cog8b8ojji0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZuGClKRDtc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZuGClKRDtc&lt;/a&gt; (lol @ American's pronounciation of leisure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Does anyone else think that this interface reeks of Apple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-1952044096578247879?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/1952044096578247879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=1952044096578247879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1952044096578247879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1952044096578247879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/microsoft-surface.html' title='Microsoft Surface'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-7232265661388396068</id><published>2007-06-02T10:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:49:14.469+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><title type='text'>About Tung</title><content type='html'>After reading Raye's latest entry, I've also found some questions that should give a "comprehensive" (read: light-hearted) personality breakdown of myself. If you know all of this information, you qualify as a low-level "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('tung');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide questionnaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="tung" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First Name? &lt;/span&gt;Tung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Were you named after anyone? &lt;/span&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gender?&lt;/span&gt; Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eye colour? &lt;/span&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When did you last cry? &lt;/span&gt;When I dropped my meat pie in Yr12. I still mourn sometimes now, especially when hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you like your handwriting? &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite sandwich meat? &lt;/span&gt;After much thinking, Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Want Kids? &lt;/span&gt;Definitely. I will live through my children, future musicians and martial artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with your current self? &lt;/span&gt;Of course. Because no-one else would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you use sarcasm alot? &lt;/span&gt;*Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Would you Bungie Jump?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Cereal? &lt;/span&gt;Fuit Loops because they make the milk sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Untie shoelaces when taking off shoes?&lt;/span&gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shoe Size? &lt;/span&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Least favourite thing about yourself?&lt;/span&gt; I have a lazy "streak". But I’m working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who do you miss the most?&lt;/span&gt; Raye. And my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite smell?&lt;/span&gt; Raye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First thing you notice about people you are attracted to? &lt;/span&gt;Raye =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Drink? &lt;/span&gt;Toss up between Dr Pepper and Sarsaparilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite Sport?&lt;/span&gt; Erm…Does Ten-Pin Bowling count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favourite meal?&lt;/span&gt; A good steak. With REALLY good chips. I mean nice and crunchy on the outside while still being soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scary Movies or Happy Endings?&lt;/span&gt; Happy ending. I still feel nostalgic sometimes about good movies with happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summer or Winter?&lt;/span&gt; Summer. I can bear the heat to get more daylight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/span&gt; Give me both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The furthest you’ve been away from home? &lt;/span&gt;Which one is further from Sydney, Melbourne or the Gold Coast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When and Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt; 19th of August, 1986 at Westmead Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-7232265661388396068?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/7232265661388396068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=7232265661388396068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7232265661388396068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/7232265661388396068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-name-tung.html' title='About Tung'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-3703907960963181674</id><published>2007-06-01T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:34:31.924+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><title type='text'>About Raye</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I didn't like the blogger profile page, it was boring, and just the other week Margaret sent me one of those (back in the days) 100 page questionnaires to answer pathetic questions "about me". Since I can't think of what to say about myself, pre-made questions will push me in SOME SORT of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=3703907960963181674#" onclick="toggle_visibility('raye');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide questionnaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="raye" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the VERY shortened version of questions about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your name?:&lt;/b&gt; Raye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you named after someone?:&lt;/b&gt; Sailor Mars (yup, I named myself after a cartoon hero. sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your gender:&lt;/b&gt; Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Straight/Gay/Bi:&lt;/b&gt; Straight/Bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday:&lt;/b&gt; 13th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Family:&lt;/b&gt; Mum, Dad, Carol, Becky, sometimes Tung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsessions?:&lt;/b&gt; Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addictions?:&lt;/b&gt; Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you speak another language?:&lt;/b&gt; Shanghainese and according to Tung, shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?:&lt;/b&gt; Shoes. No really, family &amp; friends, career/travel share the same level of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes:&lt;/b&gt; mmorpg games, sitting in the sun in the summer, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/" target="new"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loves:&lt;/b&gt; Shoes, shopping, games, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/" target="new"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, Pink (music, hell not the colour), MJ, Hamish &amp; Andy (podcasts &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/b&gt; Webpages with horrible design (like what? Ask me). Websites with 1 pixel diagonal lines for a bg, or 1 pixel lines in any direction, or 1 pixel squares - oh the lines when you scroll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hates:&lt;/b&gt; MySpace (with a passion). Not going to give it a plug (even though I already did). Black website with white text - OH THE LINES IN MY EYES (the only thing worse is size 8 font to go with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smoke/Do drugs/Pray/Go to church?:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read the newspaper?:&lt;/b&gt; Does mX count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, they sit on my bed and take up my bed space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to people even if you hate them?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drive?:&lt;/b&gt; Yes. Full plates from the 27th June 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questions I stole from Tung&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Drink?:&lt;/b&gt; Hands down, V. But I've been holding myself from drinking anything but water.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmIt8UmIJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Re-FBd8iERI/s1600-h/favfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmIt8UmIJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Re-FBd8iERI/s320/favfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071666644716627298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite Sport?:&lt;/b&gt; Swimming &amp;amp; badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite meal?:&lt;/b&gt; Something my dad makes (see image) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scary Movies or Happy Endings?:&lt;/b&gt; I'm a sucker for underdog stories, or any shy girl wins the handsome prince (or similar) kind of stories. So happy endings. But the sad ones are usually the best ones, the ones that make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer or Winter?:&lt;/b&gt; It's fricken cold right now, definitely Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th June 2007: So I hated those dumb questions and deleted most of them, and kept some of the simple stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-3703907960963181674?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/3703907960963181674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=3703907960963181674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3703907960963181674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3703907960963181674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/06/about-raye.html' title='About Raye'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/RmIt8UmIJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Re-FBd8iERI/s72-c/favfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-3338430872918057230</id><published>2007-05-31T18:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:09:22.618+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>University - Is it all that great?</title><content type='html'>I remember the last days of high school where everyone spent dreaming of life in uni/tafe/etc and loved the thought of skipping lectures without getting in to (too much) trouble. The days where we were all wondering what uni life was like, joining all the societies at open days, and thinking that life at uni would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years into it.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.world-guides.com/images/sydney/sydney_university.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.world-guides.com/images/sydney/sydney_university.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't seem to be that great anymore - not for some of us anyway. I used to have a picture of the quadrangle [to the right] (that's what it's called right?) that I cut out and kept in my wallet (god knows why - 'cause I don't), and after starting uni, I could probably count exactly the number of times I've been anywhere near the quadrangle buildings - 0 times. Yup, all those days I argued with friends that Sydney University was better because we had cool looking buildings - not that great if I never go to any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('uni01');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="uni01" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which building do I go to? I live (literally) in the Wilkinson Building (Architecture) on City Road near Wentworth building (Darlington Campus) - basically I never go to the "main" campus (Camperdown Campus). The only I ever do cross to that side is when I step off my bus in the morning, or to go to the library (first time in 3 years and it wasn't even for myself) for my cousin to borrow a book she had reserved under my name. No I take that back, I did have a whole semester of one class in the student centre (what was that about again?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been living in a hole my entire uni life? Pretty simple - I have every single class (lecture and tutorials/lab) in the Wilkinson building, I have access to unlimited internet access in my lab rooms (and we have a few of them). Our building is basically next to Wentworth ($5.50 or was it $4.50 fish and chips for the first year) so food was not worth walking all the way to Manning for, we even have our own Architecture Artos Cafe (why walk to Wentworth when the food there costs more now with VSU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni life in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First year:&lt;/b&gt; Go to uni, sit in almost every lecture, have lunch at Wentworth every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second year:&lt;/b&gt; Go to uni, sit in half the lectures and skip most of the tutorials, have lunch sometimes at Wentworth, sometimes just go home due to 1 hour lecture days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third year:&lt;/b&gt; Go to uni, sometimes, sit in the vital lectures (or enough so we don't fail), skip every tutorial that is not necessary, have lunch at Lansdowne Hotel $5 lunches every single day - sometimes go YumCha/Broadway for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ranted half a page of useless things that isn't even on topic! Basically that was me saying how "un-exciting" uni is. On top of that, work and other "social life" activities keep everyone very busy and almost no time to relax and have a day off as we all thought we would have before uni started, and that we kind of did have in first year. On top of that I just did a completely useless course that probably taught me one thing - don't do Design Computing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your uni experience more exciting than mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-3338430872918057230?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/3338430872918057230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=3338430872918057230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3338430872918057230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3338430872918057230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/university-is-it-all-that-great.html' title='University - Is it all that great?'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-4931589929904245769</id><published>2007-05-31T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:09:39.270+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbean SECRET ENDING</title><content type='html'>Farout, we left the cinema too soon. As the credits started rolling Raye asks me "Hmm, how come the lights haven't turned on yet? I bet there's something cool after the credits." I promptly replied "Psssht, I doubt it. Let's go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How WRONG I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" onclick="toggle_visibility('pirates');return false;"&gt;Show/Hide SPOILER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="pirates" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[SPOILER ALERT] Do not watch this video unless you have seen this movie or just don't care if any of the plot is ruined. If you haven't seen it, it may not make any sense anyway.&lt;/span&gt; Anyhow, excuse the video quality and randoms at the beginning, I didn't record this. Just found it on YouTube and unfortunately it's the best looking version up at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEDMxaz5F-4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEDMxaz5F-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-4931589929904245769?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/4931589929904245769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=4931589929904245769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4931589929904245769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/4931589929904245769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates-of-carribbean-secret-ending.html' title='Pirates of the Caribbean SECRET ENDING'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-3527396399239599823</id><published>2007-05-30T22:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:09:56.629+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Becky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rl1y3WR5wCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Axyjw2Ot5dE/s1600-h/becky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rl1y3WR5wCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Axyjw2Ot5dE/s320/becky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070335050688086050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just testing the pictures uploading option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my doggie, Becky :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-3527396399239599823?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/3527396399239599823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=3527396399239599823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3527396399239599823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/3527396399239599823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/becky.html' title='Becky'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NsnxqOKSuzI/Rl1y3WR5wCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Axyjw2Ot5dE/s72-c/becky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-9041728279012611519</id><published>2007-05-30T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:10:23.904+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Xmas, I mean, stuvac comes early for some.</title><content type='html'>Stuvac comes early this semester for the Yr 3 kids doing Medical Radiation Science at USYD. Fun. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuvac now, exams next week and 3 weeks of clinical placement for me right after. SOMEBODY check on me every 15 minutes and make sure I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There better be some good post-exam celebrations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-9041728279012611519?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/9041728279012611519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=9041728279012611519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/9041728279012611519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/9041728279012611519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/xmas-i-mean-stuvac-comes-early-for-some.html' title='Xmas, I mean, stuvac comes early for some.'/><author><name>Tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06028518953928914920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05504132074082472510'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-1310586776505660465</id><published>2007-05-30T20:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:54:26.744+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Finally a new layout!</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY got this damn layout to work! Did take a few attempts and then had a few small problems with tables and things, but it's all good now. Up and working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy about it, even though not the fanciest thing I've done, just a bunch of circles that seemed to make up a nice pattern. Now I can finally blog with peace (yes I'm one of those people who can't start their new blogs until they finally got a nice customised layout up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-1310586776505660465?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/1310586776505660465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=1310586776505660465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1310586776505660465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/1310586776505660465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-new-layout.html' title='Finally a new layout!'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635336733512731669.post-8690000506077458181</id><published>2007-05-02T21:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:54:05.554+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Birth of the VTTR blog</title><content type='html'>So we couldn't have thought of a better name for our blog, but it's the content that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to make a new design for this blog as soon as I get some ideas and time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tung Edit: plus, VTTR sounds really cool anyway!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Only to you Tung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635336733512731669-8690000506077458181?l=vttr.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/feeds/8690000506077458181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635336733512731669&amp;postID=8690000506077458181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8690000506077458181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635336733512731669/posts/default/8690000506077458181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vttr.blogspot.com/2007/05/birth-of-vttr-blog.html' title='Birth of the VTTR blog'/><author><name>Raye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08794004259607716820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07558196090789292034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>