<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:59:41.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>- ! ~ this is me ~ ! --&gt; Crazy/Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>the purpose of life is a life of purpose..it's all about karma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6346842138693895129</id><published>2012-01-29T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:59:41.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has taken 2 months, countless hours of house shopping, seeing every single townhouse for sale in a 5km radius to figure out what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is description of our ideal home:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a townhouse, &amp;lt;10 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&amp;gt;1000 sqft, ~1300-1500 preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-walking distance to yonge and sheppard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-minimum 2 bedrooms, 3 preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-low maintenance fees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-underground parking, minimum 1 spot, 2 preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-something affordable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how much longer til we find this house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we knew what we wanted back then, we would likely be home owners by now.  Unfortunately, we were naive and hesitant and now have become desperate to find a home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6346842138693895129?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6346842138693895129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6346842138693895129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6346842138693895129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6346842138693895129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/house-shopping.html' title='House Shopping'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2167373555568368583</id><published>2011-07-27T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:01:37.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes life is unfair..very unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i blog about this topic too much - it either means that i complain too much or that i have very unfortunate things happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's likely both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;let's talk work - i actually like my job - it's interesting, it's as "fun" as work can be and most importantly, it's rewarding.  so why is work bugging me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;because as i have been told over and over again, everything is done for political reasons - more specifically, i have learned that people who are higher up on the pole get the better view and whether that is fair or not, well, that's beyond the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so for that reason, i am going to smile, accept what i've been handed and quietly walk away from situations that bother me because there are battles worth fighting and then, there are battles that are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2167373555568368583?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2167373555568368583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2167373555568368583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2167373555568368583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2167373555568368583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-life-is-unfairvery-unfair.html' title='sometimes life is unfair..very unfair'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4001315118478882904</id><published>2011-05-23T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:25:32.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the future..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;if the things people do in the present is an indicator of what the future will be like, i don't know if i wanna keep going in the same direction...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;how do you know when enough is enough or how much something is worth fighting for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;sigh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4001315118478882904?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4001315118478882904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4001315118478882904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4001315118478882904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4001315118478882904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/future.html' title='the future..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-952890966283343872</id><published>2011-04-02T04:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:07:17.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time to be a grown-up?</title><content type='html'>"it's the end of an era" says my roommate =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As figurative as that is, it really is true. I haven't had much time to sit and take it all in because it's all happened so fast.  We started with condo hunting to check out a few places.  Then it was furniture shopping and deciding how we wanted to decorate.  And then, I found myself buying a metropass because I would no longer be able to walk to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it all happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Not really sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, that doesn't matter.  What matters is now I own things.  Expensive things like grown-ups do =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I realize that this blog makes no sense but it's about 4 in the morning and I can't sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-952890966283343872?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/952890966283343872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=952890966283343872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/952890966283343872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/952890966283343872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-to-be-grown-up.html' title='time to be a grown-up?'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7516373898729720108</id><published>2011-03-02T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:43:36.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just need to breathe..</title><content type='html'>so i'm no longer as frustrated with my day to day life..i've somehow adapted to working full time, being a student, being a TA and having a life outside of work/school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, it's little disturbances that seem to really be getting to me. it gets me pretty worked up and so irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, house hunting. supposed to be fun.  however, it turns out it is not as fun as it sounds.  especially when you are looking for something you really like for a decent price in a market that is trying to make money. lots of money. 50 something places later, we are still nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's annoying roommates. the ones that don't do chores, use your stuff and are just plain messy. they make me want to find a new place to live.  this means house hunting.  see above for how i feel about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7516373898729720108?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7516373898729720108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7516373898729720108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7516373898729720108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7516373898729720108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-need-to-breathe.html' title='just need to breathe..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-1770838518505399552</id><published>2011-02-22T18:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:36:18.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are no longer a student when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;...you forgot that it was reading week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TA a pharmacy class every other tuesday.  When they gave me my schedule at the beginning of the term, it said "every other tuesday" so I didn't bother looking at the specific dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today happens to be one of those "every other tuesdays."  So, naturally, I went to campus with the intention of TA-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked to campus, I quietly noted to myself that it seemed rather quiet - apparently it wasn't enough to make my brain think faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I entered the building, I wondered why no one was loitering around - still nothing clicked in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I proceeded to the elevator, my brain went "shit shit shit - fuck fuck fuck - omg omg omg - how did i forget it was reading week?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH - so not only did I not have to TA this week, I did not need to wake up at 6am, I did not have to get to work for 7am so that I could leave early to TA a class that was cancelled cuz of reading week and I did not have to waste 15 minutes walking in the frigid cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part is that I DID know it was reading week - it just totally slipped my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-1770838518505399552?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1770838518505399552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=1770838518505399552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1770838518505399552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1770838518505399552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-you-are-no-longer-student-when.html' title='You know you are no longer a student when...'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4746577419539505335</id><published>2011-02-14T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:02:53.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>of course happiness can't last forever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;that may sound pessimistic but honestly, today has been a shitty day..it started out alright but ended up quite frustrating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1) got yelled at by a doctor cuz i suggested a very appropriate drug but the doc did not want to admit she forgot about it so she decided to yell at the pharmacist who was just doing her job (aka me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2) tried to make heart shaped peanut butter cookies after work..even used cookie cutters to get the shape perfectly..they looked beautiful as i put them in the oven..but as always, my cooking skills failed me once again and the damn cookies expanded and lost all their shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3) bf came over and needed to park his car at my place so i went downstairs and politely asked the concierge for a visitor parking pass..the annoying concierge told me i had to wait cuz my guest hadn't arrived yet..fair enough..he they proceeded to tell me i couldn't stand in the waiting area because i was blocking his view and i couldn't stand inside because i was blocking the door sensor so he told me to go wait outside in the frigid cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4) got in an argument with my dad about double and triple checking things before i proceed..will not get into this cuz it's still making me angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5) came out of the shower and my toe started to hurt..i looked down and half my toenail was hanging off my big toe..mind you, this didn't surprise me all that much cuz i've had a bruised tow for months now..but it was quite disturbing to look down and see half your nail dangling from the attached half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4746577419539505335?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4746577419539505335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4746577419539505335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4746577419539505335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4746577419539505335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-course-happiness-cant-last-forever.html' title='of course happiness can&apos;t last forever..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3886734259917186147</id><published>2011-02-01T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:49:35.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Me? - possibly =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;So it occurred to me that I don't tend to blog when i'm happy.  It's ironic cuz i am probably happy 85% of the time and only 15% annoyed or unhappy.  But it's probably cuz for the past 5 years I've used my blog as a place to rant about things/people/situations that bother me.  Cuz after all, it's supposed to be my "safe outlet" right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, anyways, i've been incredibly busy lately but along with that busyness came a high degree of satisfaction. It's quite a pleasant feeling after you've accomplished what you set out to do.  My to-do list is still quite long but some of the items on the list are rather exciting so it keeps me going =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;But just to prove that I am happy most of the time, these are 5 things that made me incredibly delighted this week: (not in any particular order)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I am at a conference all week and don't hafta go into work!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I have managed to politically correct several people who say "chinese new year" when it is actually "lunar new year"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I was able to cut my hamsters nails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I went to a get together with some old friends and had a terrific time catching up and just hanging out =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;5. I had steak and salmon and smoked salmon all in meal for dinner!! YUM!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3886734259917186147?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3886734259917186147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3886734259917186147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3886734259917186147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3886734259917186147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-me-possibly.html' title='Happy? Me? - possibly =)'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4613259796368775732</id><published>2010-12-14T19:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:30:48.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me and leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;whenever i go to restaurants and order a big meal, i usually know i can't finish it..but, i order it anyways so that i can have leftovers the next day..i love having leftovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;however...it seems that whenever i get my leftovers packed up for me, i ALWAYS ALWAYS forget it at the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it has actually become a rare occurrence for me to remember to take my leftovers with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then when i get home and realize that i forgot my leftovers at the restaurant, i am overwhelmed with sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it's so frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4613259796368775732?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4613259796368775732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4613259796368775732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4613259796368775732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4613259796368775732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-and-leftovers.html' title='me and leftovers'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7294509363526586265</id><published>2010-11-11T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:43:20.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my mum calls me a people-hater..it's cuz i complain about people too much..i don't entirely agree with her but i will admit i greatly dislike people..however, it's not that i hate ALL people..it's more i hate STUPID or INCOMPETENT people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;which now brings me to my "gahhh" state of mind..people are so retarded sometimes..and yes, i am aware i am using a politically incorrect term but i don't get it..i seriously do not understand how people function the way they do somtimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here are 3 examples:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) my roommate: she is not a child, she is working on a post-grad degree and she has not lived at home for 4 years..one would assume she would have developed some common sense by this age.  but no..i came home from work at 6pm one day and noticed that the plant in our kitchen had fallen over and there was soil and water everywhere..i then ask her if she noticed it had fallen..she looks at me and says "yes, it fell at 12 noon when you were at work"..i paused for a second and then followed up with "it fell and you just left it there"..to which she responded with "i didn't know what to do" WTF!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) beggars: firstly, let's make a clear distinction btw beggars and homeless people..homeless people are people who do not have a fixed address. beggars are the people who stand outside with a sign that says something about children they supposedly have and have an empty timmy's cup and ask you for money..these people "appear" on the streets at 9am and are gone by 5pm..these people sit on their asses and expect people to drop money into their cups..i am a big advocate when it comes to helping people..i am all for volunteering at the shelter, helping people get back on their feet and donating to charity but i cannot stand it when i see beggars sit or stand at a corner as if it's their job and then take their earnings at the end of the day and spend it on booze and cigarettes..maybe i am being too jaded but this is how i see it..it makes me sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) my roommate again: ok, it's not that i have run out of examples, it's that it is too good an example of why i hate people..one day the water was turned off in our condo for repairs..one would assume that if the water is not on, the toilet doesn't work..so to be sure she is aware, i tell her not to use the toilet..guess what happens when i get home? the toilet is nearly overflowing because my roommate used the toilet as a porta potty all day because she was too lazy to go downstairs and use the washroom at the timmy's or starbucks that are literally feet away from our condo...OMG!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and this is why i am a called a people-hater..PEOPLE DRIVE ME NUTS and sometimes i sit and seriously wonder how the world functions with such people in existence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7294509363526586265?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7294509363526586265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7294509363526586265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7294509363526586265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7294509363526586265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/gahhh.html' title='gahhh'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-371771130834300580</id><published>2010-06-28T14:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:51:06.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;my 3 weeks in europe in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flew from toronto to vienna with a connecting flight in amsterdam: 9 hours total - given the 10pm take-off time and 6 hour time difference, i was quite rested and had no trouble adjusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vienna, Austria&lt;/span&gt;: 5 days of royal palaces, gorgeous views from mountain peaks, underground rivers, parks, beaches and beautiful architecture..also one of the cleanest cities i've ever been too..the best part was seeing my cousins and aunts/uncles though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Munich, Germany&lt;/span&gt;: 3 hour walking tour + 2 hour walk to and from the english gardens to our hotel made my feet hurt but i loved the river surfers, disney castle, WWII history and beer stories..favourite food to eat in munich: giant pretzels and ham buns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Heidelberg, Germany&lt;/span&gt;: beautiful little town that overlooks pretty river..yummy chocolate..also had a ruined castle with a random pharmacy museum = very cool..honour system buses too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Koln, Germany&lt;/span&gt;: several beautiful churches, birkenstock central, lovely river and outdoor shopping centre..also loved the random street performers including a guy with a grand piano..lindt chocolate factory with the best white chocolate ice cream ever..speaking of ice cream, ever heard of spaghetti ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Belgium&lt;/span&gt;: stayed in Antwerp, visited the capital Brussels and visited medieval town Brugges..had amazing belgium waffles with strawberries and whipped cream and authentic hot chocolate everyday and belgium's specialty double-fried french fries..also, loved the tintin store, cobblestone roads, haagen dazs restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Amsterdam, Holland&lt;/span&gt;: last stop..lived on a boat for 2 days: it was squishy but breakfast was yummy..toured the red light district and visited the historical anne frank house..tons of bridges over canals and almost got run down by bikes and vespas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall: a wonderful trip with a wonderful friend =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-371771130834300580?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/371771130834300580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=371771130834300580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/371771130834300580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/371771130834300580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation!!'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2855273144958808362</id><published>2010-05-21T17:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:11:18.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis: chronically dis-satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;i mean, how else can i explain it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;i have a great life..i really think i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have amazing, wonderful, thoughtful friends and an incredibly loving and supportive family&lt;br /&gt;-i am finally done school with a great education and the job i've always aspired to start my career with&lt;br /&gt;-i live in a cozy condo in the perfect spot of the city i love&lt;br /&gt;-i allow myself a limitless supply of chocolate to keep me content&lt;br /&gt;-i've had a pet who i  loved so much more than i ever thought i could&lt;br /&gt;-i have awesome clothes that look great on me&lt;br /&gt;-i have lovely hair that i can do anything with&lt;br /&gt;-i baked something today and it actually turned out ok&lt;br /&gt;-i have learned to deal with the fact that sometimes it juss has to rain instead of being all sunny and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-i'm in love and that someone loves me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i friggin have everything i want and need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;..and yet..i am not 100% where i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dis-satisfied'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5443310117245149470</id><published>2010-05-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:47:45.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in some ways, i can't believe it's been over a year since i've posted..but at the same time, so much has happened that i wonder how it can only be a year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyways, i'm writing because i am having one of those days..actually it's more that i'm having more than one of those days..i feel off..it's a weird feeling but basically, things aren't going quite the way i want them to..it's frustrating me a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i always say what goes around comes around and i truly do believe that if bad things happen, good things will be around the corner..because that is how it should be..right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well i dunno, but i could sure use some happier things..&lt;/span&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/34373146-5443310117245149470?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5443310117245149470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5443310117245149470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5443310117245149470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5443310117245149470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-its-been-year.html' title='So it&apos;s been a year..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6405771993719452704</id><published>2009-05-11T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:21:00.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember when we were little and life was simple..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..when things didn't matter to us or we juss simply didn't care about them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..when things didn't affect us the way they do now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..when we didn't really feel anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..when we would get over things in a second instead of dwelling on them hours later or burying feelings inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss that..i miss simplicity..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6405771993719452704?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6405771993719452704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6405771993719452704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6405771993719452704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6405771993719452704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/simplicity.html' title='simplicity..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-1911155245544760056</id><published>2009-05-08T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:17:45.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silly me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today i put on my glasses and my vision got super blurry..when i took them off, everything was fine..so i tried again and it was still blurry when i put them back on..i was so confused..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i then started freaking out cuz i couldn't figure out why i was seeing blurryness when i put my glasses on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i decided to give it a break and hop in the shower..as i was showering, i was so confused why i could see so clearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i then realized i had my contacts in the whole time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i then decided to brand myself **doofus** for the day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-1911155245544760056?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1911155245544760056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=1911155245544760056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lazy so we decided to go buy one of those pizzas that you juss pop in the oven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we brought the pizza home and he asked if we could put the cardboard in the oven..i was like 'no, of course you can't, it'll burn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so we found an oven tray and put the pizza in the oven for 10 mins as directed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we then took it out (with the tray) and set it on the cardboard that it came with..it didn't look ready so he told me to put it back in the oven..so i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 mins later we start to smell burning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upon opening the oven, i realized i accidentally put the cardboard in the oven along with the pizza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least the pizza was still good =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6444175262218727130?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6444175262218727130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6444175262218727130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6444175262218727130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6444175262218727130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html' title='oops..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4045439786261642391</id><published>2009-03-21T19:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:38:46.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it bad to want everything? is it bad to want the best? is it bad to want more than what you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately, i feel as if i'm asking for too much..almost to the point where i've been called selfish b/c i already have something but i want more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've always had this issue where i strive for the best and never settle for less..i really don't know where it came from but since i was little, i've always wanted the best..and then i've worked hard to get myself there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it becomes a problem when you start to question if everything you have is not the best..luckily, i ran into this problem last year and somehow got over it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i learnt that if you are always looking for better, you take for granted what you already have..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so maybe i should take a step back and stop looking for more..stop wanting everything..stop wanting better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4045439786261642391?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4045439786261642391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4045439786261642391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4045439786261642391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4045439786261642391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought.html' title='A thought..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5246599060294525839</id><published>2009-03-18T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:41:26.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free for a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last week I finished up the last of my midterms..also had my last seminar for the year..then completed my last lab for the year yesterday..so now i am free for about 2 weeks before finals start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem like a lot but it is when you spend 7 months constantly slaving away at school..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to sleep in today..but guess what? i ended up waking up at 7 and not falling back asleep..by 8am i was wide awake..so i decided to juss get out of bed..didn't know what to do with myself so i went to the fridge, took out some ice cream and sat in front of the tv eating ice cream for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5246599060294525839?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5246599060294525839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5246599060294525839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5246599060294525839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5246599060294525839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-for-while.html' title='Free for a while..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-9018556246595628081</id><published>2009-02-10T19:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:25:18.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;these have been my thoughts within the past 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i want sushi..i haven't had any in a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i have too many shoes..i love every single pair though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i keep seeing floating dots and squiggles in my vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i feel like a turtle..kinda moving very slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i really like the egg yolk from over easy eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i need a summer job..in toronto preferably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-the size my stuffed sperm cell is unproportional to my egg cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i eat too much sugar..i am going to get diabetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-i hate judgmental ppl..ironic cuz i'm very opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-9018556246595628081?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9018556246595628081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=9018556246595628081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/9018556246595628081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/9018556246595628081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title='i think i&apos;m going crazy'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6384386892435298996</id><published>2009-01-30T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:00:14.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a few favourite phases..one of them is "simply happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it when i feel simply happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6384386892435298996?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3388370573108954879</id><published>2009-01-20T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:38:12.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm the type of person who gets excited about little things..they give me something to look forward to..especially when i'm busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but right now, i am super super busy and there are little things to be excited about, but i'm not excited about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know why =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3388370573108954879?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3388370573108954879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3388370573108954879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3388370573108954879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3388370573108954879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-things.html' title='little things'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4509302013104223460</id><published>2009-01-13T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:09:54.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather upsetting situation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a story..it's not about me..but it affects me in many ways..so here goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in pharmacy school, there are residency positions in various hospitals for graduating pharmacists (similar to medical residencies for graduating doctors)..there are very limited spots for a residency position..25 in all of ontario to be exact..for 2 pharmacy schools with ~200 graduating students each year..so the odds? not that great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to apply for a position is similar to applying for any other job..cover letter + resume + interview etc..you can apply to as many of the hospitals as you'd like and they conduct their own interview..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so my friend who is graduating this year applied to ~20/25 positions..he got an interview for all the hospitals..this is pretty amazing..yet not surprising because he is what you would call 'the very well rounded' student..he is the class president with good grades, he plays sports, he has lots of extra curriculars and he is well liked..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so after you have your interviews, it is a little different than a regular job application process..what happens is each of the 25 hospitals ranks their top 3 picks and you as the job seeker rank your 3 picks..then the system matches #1s with #1s and #2s wtih #2 etc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;already there is a flaw in the system..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways, the results of the 25 residency positions was announced and my 'over qualified' friend did not get a position&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did that happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 reasons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part 1) how he screwed himself over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-my friend only got to pick his top 3 choices..so as anyone else, he picked the 3 places he would most like to work for..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the problem: those weren't necessarily the 3 interviews that went the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part 2) how the system screwed him over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-more than majority of his interviews could have picked him as their #1 or #2..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the problem: the system would have scanned his #1 and if it didn't match his #1, then all those places would be removed from his list of potential positions..meaning he has no chance with the majority of the places anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it kinda sucks because this system is incredibly flawed..if he had chosen a place as his #2 and they chose him as their #1, there is no chance of a match..in reality, this would not be the case..what would actually happen is that they would offer him the position, he (realizing he didn't get his #1) would take the #2 job..both parties would be very satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in the case of this silly little matching system, a majority of the positions would be filled with #2 and #3 people..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it really is upsetting..it sucks to be screwed over like that and it juss isn't fair sometimes..but such is life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4509302013104223460?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4509302013104223460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4509302013104223460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4509302013104223460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4509302013104223460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/rather-upsetting-situation.html' title='A rather upsetting situation..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7132269470314870211</id><published>2009-01-05T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:02:07.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of a Very Happy Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;christmas break was way too short this year..it felt like exams were done, then it was christmas, then it was new years and then it was back to school..everything went by soooo fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;however, even though it was short, it was pretty sweet..got to go skating, shopping..did some baking..spent time with friends and family..ate a lot of food..had chocolate fondue..and juss relaxed =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;christmas was good too..being home was super nice..hanging out with my sisters and cousins was fun..turkey was yummy..presents were perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the added bonus to all this..i got tons of chocolate! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;new years was lots of fun..had fun with old friends and my special someome =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;overall, the break was quite enjoyable..i juss wish it was a week longer =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7132269470314870211?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7132269470314870211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4080492022583080231</id><published>2008-12-22T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:32:03.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a blur..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's hard to keep track of the days..mostly cuz they are repetitive but also cuz time flies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things come and go and that's it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or things happen and you enjoy the moment but then resume life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's juss a big blur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4080492022583080231?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4080492022583080231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4080492022583080231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4080492022583080231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-no stress! &lt;-- unfortunately this is not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-yummy comfort food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...i'm sure the list is incomplete but i have to study and sleep right now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2718231320654737175?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2718231320654737175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2718231320654737175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2718231320654737175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2718231320654737175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/key-to-my-happiness.html' title='the key to my happiness..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5351339254988619206</id><published>2008-12-04T23:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:11:43.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when you don't know what you want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;life is really hard when you don't know what you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't have expectations..i do..i have high expectations..but at times i make exceptions and allow my high expectations to slip away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me re-evaluate them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i don't know what i want anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think my blogs are starting to make me sound a little bipolar..hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5351339254988619206?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5351339254988619206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5351339254988619206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5351339254988619206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5351339254988619206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-dont-know-what-you-want.html' title='when you don&apos;t know what you want..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7066287065054318222</id><published>2008-12-02T00:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:18:48.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so the other day, i was having a chat with a friend..a sort of recently made friend..it's kinda nice to make new friends once in a while..they give you a different perspective on things you already know about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;new friends also know you for who are you now..not who you used to be and not how you came to be who you are..this makes them a little less judgmental i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways, i like my new friend cuz she takes me away from the world i feel a little stuck in..she represents the present time and a little bit of who i want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;new friends also ask questions..this makes you think and reflect on how you got to be where you are..then it makes you question if this is where you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that is a hard question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7066287065054318222?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7066287065054318222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7066287065054318222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7066287065054318222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7066287065054318222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-friends.html' title='new friends'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4786498525106650537</id><published>2008-11-28T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:15:54.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;simply happy...that's it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4786498525106650537?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4786498525106650537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4786498525106650537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4786498525106650537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4786498525106650537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am.html' title='I am..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7117400116958005766</id><published>2008-11-24T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:51:34.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;So I love my hair..before saturday morning i had lovely long layered black hair down to my waist..then i decided to cut 13 inches and donate it to cancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's extremely light weight, takes me two minutes to brush and 'funner'..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to school with my short hair..lots of mixed reactions..what i gathered though is girls liked the change..having fun with hair is one of its many purposes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the boys preferred the long layered flowy hair..what is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7117400116958005766?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7117400116958005766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7117400116958005766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7117400116958005766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7117400116958005766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair.html' title='Hair...'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7482866624638252705</id><published>2008-11-21T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:18:48.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my nails..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's been a very long time since i've blogged twice in one day haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but i currently typing with one hand as i am waiting for my nails to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am also deciding how i should do the other hand..i initially painted both hands black..then i decided to spice it up by adding a pink stripe to match my pink dress i'm wearing to a semi formal tomorrow nite..so i painted my left hand with pink stripes going from bottom left to top right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now i hafta decide if i should continue the bottom left to top right on the right hand or should i go for the symmetrical look and paint from bottom right to top left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's quite the decision and i should make it soon because it is extremely hard to type with one hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7482866624638252705?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7482866624638252705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7482866624638252705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7482866624638252705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7482866624638252705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-nails.html' title='my nails..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2270701223813359620</id><published>2008-11-20T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:51:24.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>think before you do because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's very hard to get back things you gave away..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..sometimes you have to earn them back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..sometimes you hafta try treally hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..sometimes you just can't get them back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then again..sometimes you don't want them back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**making up your mind is hard to do sometimes**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2270701223813359620?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2270701223813359620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2270701223813359620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2270701223813359620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2270701223813359620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/think-before-you-do-because.html' title='think before you do because..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3613770136569882657</id><published>2008-11-16T22:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:20:19.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>...and i would like to be anywhere but in school at the moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3613770136569882657?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3613770136569882657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3613770136569882657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3613770136569882657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3613770136569882657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8215446275044947270</id><published>2008-11-08T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:35:47.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goals in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i have a few goals in life..probably more than juss a few, but only a select few really motivate me..these goals make me who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at times, i can envision the future and i can picture myself accomplishing these goals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;reason being: i know who i am, i know who i want to be and theoretically, i know how to get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but at other times, i can't envision it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;reason being: at the present time, i fear i'm losing who i am..losing my ambition, my confidence, my passion and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now i'm wondering how much you can actually compromise and sacrifice before you lose your self identity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;or the more important question is, am i juss taking a different path to reach my goals or am i straying far away from the path, eventually losing sight of my hopes and dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8215446275044947270?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8215446275044947270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8215446275044947270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8215446275044947270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8215446275044947270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/goals-in-life.html' title='goals in life'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8127729975082117053</id><published>2008-10-30T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:17:29.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;..was a good day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8127729975082117053?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8127729975082117053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8127729975082117053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8127729975082117053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8127729975082117053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6933793698052603668</id><published>2008-10-28T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:19:08.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i can't decide if i'd rather be neutral and content all the time or have happy moments followed by sad moments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i say this as if i have a say in what happens or how life goes..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;sometimes when you're super happy, you feel great and everything is good..but then when sometime bad comes up, it juss really really really sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;this suckyness has been exacerbated by the fact that it's been so great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i dunno..i don't like the high and low pattern..but then again, i don't think i'd enjoy the straight line pattern either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6933793698052603668?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6933793698052603668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6933793698052603668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6933793698052603668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6933793698052603668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='sigh..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6136014270606329229</id><published>2008-09-30T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:20:08.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;being mad at your own stupidity is one of the worst feelings ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite i was printing out notes for class and instead of print multiple slides on a page i accidentally printed one slide per page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means 42 slides = 42 pages!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a stupid waste of paper and ink!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6136014270606329229?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6136014270606329229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6136014270606329229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6136014270606329229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6136014270606329229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/grrrrr.html' title='grrrrr'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-82386249126096347</id><published>2008-09-27T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:09:57.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction is lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's good when things out the way you want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's the way they should work out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's such a satisfying feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-82386249126096347?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/82386249126096347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=82386249126096347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/82386249126096347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/82386249126096347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/satisfaction-is-lovely.html' title='satisfaction is lovely'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3694486410946374415</id><published>2008-09-15T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:27:54.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was talking to a friend the other day and we got into a discussion about what we do when we have general life problems or juss feel not the happiest..we determined that we rely on comfort..it's things like talking to a specific person, eating chocolate, watching tv, talking a walk or something that juss lets you relax and makes you happy again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then she said, "but what if you were so happy that you don't need things like that?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never actually thought about this before..but now that I have, I don't think it's possible..you can't be so happy that you don't need your comfort things or someone to talk to..because if that were the case, then life would be perfect..and that alone is not possible..right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3694486410946374415?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3694486410946374415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3694486410946374415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3694486410946374415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3694486410946374415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought.html' title='A thought..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6753553468899746272</id><published>2008-09-13T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:46:44.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>patience..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i've always been a supporter of the phrase 'the things you want will come to you when you are ready to handle them'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hard thing about this is that sometimes you can't do anything to prepare yourself and the only thing left to do is wait..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting = patience..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patience = a virtue that few of us really have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you know what? if you try it, it really works..it might takes days or years or a whole lifetime of patience, but if you truly want it, it'll come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because afterall, things hafta work out and be okay..they really do have to =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6753553468899746272?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6753553468899746272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6753553468899746272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6753553468899746272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6753553468899746272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/patience.html' title='patience..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5478783890473767609</id><published>2008-09-07T21:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:52:37.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random strangers on the subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about 9pm and i get on the subway and take a seat in a nearly empty car.  Then, this strange man comes in and stands right in front of me.  He's not too old, about mid 30s i'd say.  He's holding a plate of what looks like a variety of cheeses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He holds out the plate to me and says, "would you like some cheese?"  I politely decline, hoping he'll take the hint and leave me alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dismay, he continues to stand RIGHT in front of me.  At this point in time I avoid eye contact and start looking around.  He then asks again, "are you sure you don't want any chesse?"  Again, I politely say, "no thanks." Then he goes, "is there anything else I can get you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i'm getting slightly annoyed this silly man won't leave me alone.  The train starts to move and this man is still standing RIGHT in front of me when the whole car is practically empty.  While he is still attempting to offer me cheese, he has also moved on to offering me a newspaper, a plastic bag and his hat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, thank goodness, we get to the next stop and this girl, late 20s or so, comes over to us.  She had been on the subway the whole time and witnessed this stupid man pestering me.  She sits down beside me and pleasantly exclaims, "oh hey!  How are you?  How was your weekend?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We then pretend we know each other and engage in a pretty plausible conversation.  The man finally decides i am not interested and walks away.  A feeling of relief flows through my head.  The girl then says, "I see this guy all the time, he's probably harmless but kinda annoying."  We laugh and talk about riding on the subway at night and meeting weirdos.  It was odd cuz for all i know, she could've been some psycho too.  But nevertheless, I was glad she was there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ended up getting off at the same station and parting ways with a, "have a good night."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5478783890473767609?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5478783890473767609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5478783890473767609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5478783890473767609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5478783890473767609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-strangers-on-subway.html' title='random strangers on the subway'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5933821544070141581</id><published>2008-09-04T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:17:13.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's that time of the year again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm really anxious for that september to come where i will not be going back to school..but the more times it does come right now, the faster the years seem to pass by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sum up my summer i would have to say that it was good..some parts went by super fast and others were kinda slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end of my summer was probably my favourite part of the whole thing..had a fun birthday with old friends..finished up work..went away to the cottage and then on a cruise..all of which were so enjoyable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i'm sitting in my room, back in toronto..i'm trying to anticipate what this year will be like and i really don't know..last year at this time, things were beginning to change and i've become someone almost completely different from then..wonder what it'll be like next year at this time of year..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5933821544070141581?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5933821544070141581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5933821544070141581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5933821544070141581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5933821544070141581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year again..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5322460364169962817</id><published>2008-08-11T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:47:38.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh baby..do you know what it's worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh heaven is a place on earth..they say in heaven, love comes first..we'll make heaven a place on earth -- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lyrics by Belinda Carlisle that inspired me to write today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes life feels surreal and like i'm living in a fantasy world where everything is almost perfect..it's the days where work is good, family and friends are good, i have no real concerns, lots to look forward to and i can sleep soundly..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's like a wonderful life where everything is right and i'm juss happy..it's like livin on a prayer..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We've got to hold on to what we've got..cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not..we've got each other and thats a lot for love..well give it a shot..whooah..were half way there..whooah..livin on a prayer..take my hand and we'll make it..I swear..whooah..livin on a prayer" -- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5322460364169962817?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5322460364169962817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6665008266260216716</id><published>2008-08-05T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:43:12.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this life of mine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm currently reading this book about a girl who gets amnesia and can't remember anything from the past 3 years of her life..it's really touching cuz it really makes me think about my own life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am a lucky little soul i must say..i have been blessed with so many things and not to mention, so many wonderful people with whom i would be terribly unhappy without..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would i do if i lost those precious memories i have?  what if i couldn't remember my best friend or my sister or that special person that tells me he loves me everyday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life would juss be so different if i lost a chunk of memory like that..not only would i have lost years of my life..but it's even worse because afterall, it's not the years in life that count..it's the life in those years that matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6665008266260216716?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6665008266260216716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>my internal conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i wake up and i feel like someone has decided that today i must be an adult..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a strange feeling to wake up to because i feel like i hafta be ultra responsible, ultra decisive for myself and ultra independent..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that i normally don't like these things but being told to do something is always different than wanting to do it yourself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other days i wake up feeling like myself..i feel free to do as i wish..this feeling doesn't come as much as it used to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;but see, it's a bit of a dilemma cuz sometimes i like being an adult..or at least i envision it as pretty cool =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7556038951711085463?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7556038951711085463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7556038951711085463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7556038951711085463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7556038951711085463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-internal-conflict.html' title='my internal conflict'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4804460890633198065</id><published>2008-07-01T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:20:52.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it is officially halfway through the summer..i'm relieved to say it's gone by fairly fast..it feels like it's been a busy summer so far..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;work hasn't been the greatest..its kinda boring and i have a brain i can't use..i am also the only young person so there's not many ppl to talk to..the job itself is also pretty tedious and boring..i'll be glad when it's over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm dreading going back to school though..not looking forward to 3rd year nor the copious amounts of work and studying that will hafta be done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lots of good things to look forward to for this second half of summer..i can't wait til the blissful time when work ends and school hasn't started yet..it'll be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyrics from a song that sums up my feelings today..i'm happy =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great!&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;br /&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliance, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;br /&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;br /&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4804460890633198065?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4804460890633198065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4804460890633198065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4804460890633198065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4804460890633198065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/halfway.html' title='Halfway'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8220298188840036881</id><published>2008-06-22T19:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:27:39.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time to put colour back into my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life runs in cycles..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i keep saying, sometimes it's unbelievably good and sometimes it's not so great..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what to do when it's not so good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i try to think about all the good times..then i think about how this will soon pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when it's too hard to think of these things or i'm juss overwhelmed, i'm always reminded of something happy that can put a smile on my face..i rely on the little things that people do that can make me feel special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and as long as that is there, i think i can keep going =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8220298188840036881?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8220298188840036881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8220298188840036881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8220298188840036881'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-66663166038555738?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/66663166038555738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=66663166038555738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/66663166038555738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/66663166038555738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-is-so-precious.html' title='time is so precious..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2948135948454999169</id><published>2008-06-16T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:37:56.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bare with me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i realize the tone i've been setting has been a little dim..i dunno..sometimes i juss don't feel like myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't even put into decent words what i'm thinking..i've been trying for days now to form some sort of cognitive sentence..but no luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm working on it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2948135948454999169?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2948135948454999169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2948135948454999169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2948135948454999169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2948135948454999169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/bare-with-me.html' title='bare with me..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-553621024894909479</id><published>2008-06-14T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:30:04.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i learn something new about myself everyday..sometimes it's good things, sometimes it's not..sometimes it's easy to accept and sometimes it seems almost mpossible..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once upon a time i was a strong, driven and incredibly motivated person..someone who faught and defended for EVERYTHING she believed in and seldom did i not get my way..it was this i prided myself in..my crazy determination and high expectations, not only in myself but those who i cross paths with..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yet..in such a short and unexplainable amount of time, i have re-evaluated whole hearted about who i really am and i'm not sure how i feel about it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i often let my head over power my heart and passion..this is is an eternal conflict i think i will forever have..it's a struggle because logic and reason has governed my every action up until now..to let go of all that and juss trust or hope was a crazy thought i had dismissed long ago..there is so much uncertainty in that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now it seems i want to believe in it ever-so-much..and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...because somewhere on the path of becoming who i am, i have lost sight of what is supposed to matter..and now, i no longer wish to lose anymore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do not wish to and so i shall not pin-point exactly what is supposed to matter because, afterall, who am i to be the one to declare..it's a matter of decisions and as i sit here surrounded by my thoughts, i am even more confused as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i've made a mess of something and i don't quite know how to fix it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-553621024894909479?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/553621024894909479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=553621024894909479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/553621024894909479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/553621024894909479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/lesson-for-me.html' title='a lesson for me'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2037103631507552336</id><published>2008-06-11T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:36:06.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been meaning to write but everytime i try to get started, nothing comes to mind..nothing interesting happening these days..my lack of something is killing me..yet, somedays i am happy and somedays i am sad..it's an interesting thing to go through but not worthy of a detailed recollection..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dunno..i'm a little lost for words..or maybe juss a little lost in general&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2037103631507552336?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2037103631507552336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2037103631507552336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2037103631507552336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2037103631507552336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-interesting.html' title='nothing interesting'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5274199974028176432</id><published>2008-05-27T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:53:05.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love being missed =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5274199974028176432?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5274199974028176432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5274199974028176432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5274199974028176432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5274199974028176432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy.html' title='HaPpY'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-961136871331738321</id><published>2008-05-19T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:16:17.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the old slash the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's hard to find words to say what you want to say sometimes..it's like when you're feeling so many emotions that you don't know whether to say you're happy or you're angry or you're confused..you are juss all of the above and that is the only way to describe it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lately, i've felt a surge of overwhelming emotions..i'm living in a place that is old and familar to me yet everything seems different, sometimes in a little way, but often not..although it's the same setting, the things that were here then are no longer still here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the upside is that i value the things that are the same more..i can take comfort in the fact that not everything is different..although that is certainly a nice feeling, i miss being in familar territory..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and along the same lines, i miss being back at school..i don't miss the school part of it at all, but i miss the city, the people and the life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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new'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-1746415455714338325</id><published>2008-05-11T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:16:07.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like change..so much that at one point in time, i practically trained myself to live in mini 4 month increments..it worked for me..moving around to different places, being around different people, experiencing different things..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i even excelled and thrived after a dramatic change like moving to a new city and switching program..the end of that change juss marked a stronger and smarter me..haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was exactly one year ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now..i've come to realize that the change i've experienced and become accustomed to is &lt;em&gt;sudden&lt;/em&gt; change..but for the first time since i can remember, this year i've experienced a &lt;em&gt;gradual&lt;/em&gt; change..a grown-up change, if you will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is when change has been rather difficult for me..yet i've somehow dealt with it and survived and turned it into one of the best times of my life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but now when life throws me back into the sudden change, i'm a little thrown off my game..it's ionic, but i've actually gotten used to something and don't like that it's changed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think it's a control thing..i like being in control and it's like i'm not anymore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what shall i do with myself? i guess juss let it be and deal with it as it comes..perhaps taking it one day at a time is the best way because when i think too far ahead, i get scared..this usually leads to some sort of sadness..and well, sadness doesn't suit me..i like to be happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-1746415455714338325?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1746415455714338325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=1746415455714338325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1746415455714338325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1746415455714338325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-1195258299162215372</id><published>2008-05-08T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:57:06.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and although it definitely feels good to be done..it's not as gratifying as i thought it might be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm going to miss being/living in the city..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh well, plenty to look forward to: new job, new scenery, nice warm weather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-1195258299162215372?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1195258299162215372/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5311744415333766081</id><published>2008-04-30T16:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:07:46.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silent freakout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i've been studying too long but i am currently having a little panic attack about virtually nothing..it's turning me into a bit of a nutcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm trying to do a couple things at once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a) i hafta pack all my things cuz my subletter is moving in tomorrow..it should be simple b/c i don't have that much stuff..yet it's stressful..i was packing up the kitchener and dropped spaghetti sauce everywhere..then my vanilla bottle exploded..both quite disgusting to clean up..my pile of laundry that can't be done til later is starting to bother me and i'm running out of space to put the things i've already packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b) studying..prolly the most important thing i have to do but i can't focus..the material is pretty easy, i juss need to take the time to sit and learn it but for some reason, my brain has gone on holidays..this is not good because i still need it for 7 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c) move..this isn't really til tomorrow, but it's annoying me already..i'm gonna be living out of a backpack for a week..it's difficult cuz i hafta pack everything  i need to bring with me and make sure i don't accidentally pack something with the other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am so overwhelmed (about pretty much nothing) that i can't breathe properly..so now i am sitting on my bedroom floor surrounded by cardboard boxes because my brain has decided to not let me use it..ahhhhhh..today is also supposed to be something special but i can't think about that because i have a bazillion other things on my mind but in the back of my head, i wish i could..it would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5311744415333766081?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5311744415333766081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5311744415333766081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5311744415333766081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5311744415333766081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/silent-freakout.html' title='silent freakout'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3257619061187918727</id><published>2008-04-21T10:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:59:22.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad very sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i broke my favourite key chain today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was in the elevator coming back from dinner and grocery shopping so i was carrying leftovers and a couple bags of groceries..i reached in my pocket to pull out my keys..then they slipped out of my hands and..my favourite key chain got smashed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you have no idea how sad and upset i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've had this key chain since i was four or so..i can remember the day i got it..it even says my name in sparkly purple and pink letters..it's so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is so very very very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3257619061187918727?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3257619061187918727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3257619061187918727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3257619061187918727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3257619061187918727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams-suck.html' title='sad sad very sad'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2230368611069543246</id><published>2008-04-17T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:17:24.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the weather outside..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's so absolutely beautiful..the sun is bright and warm, the skies are clear and the wind is a mere gentle breeze..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can even hear birds chirping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i'd rather be out there than inside studying all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2230368611069543246?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2230368611069543246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2230368611069543246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2230368611069543246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love it when things are happy..life is good and i am content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;however, there is something that is becoming a grievance of mine and i feel like there is nothing more i can do to make it right..it also discerns me because it's like i've accepted that this is how it's gonna be..and hence, i've sort of given up..which is absolutely terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but how many times can you try and attempt before you say that's enough? there are only so many things you can do before you run out of ideas and options&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;on the other hand, i'm asking myself why i'm complaining..and quite frankly, i don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i guess it's my need to constantly strive for better..cuz why settle for less when you can have the best? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2268516908266221184?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2268516908266221184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2268516908266221184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2268516908266221184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2268516908266221184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-matter-how-good-it-is.html' title='No matter how good it is..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8792389437074465465</id><published>2008-04-04T02:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:00:00.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are very few people in this world who i can talk to for hours and hours and not get bored..it's when you're with these people that you don't know where the time went..and still after hours and hours or even days, you're not sick of them because it's still not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people are forever special and i cherish them dearly..without my 'bestests' and those this close to me, i'd be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6395230456984576298</id><published>2008-03-31T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:39:05.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little surprises..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have never been one to like surprises..big or small..fun or boring..they have juss never been my thing..i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the type of person who always liked to be in control, plan things out and know what was gonna happen..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then somewhere along the line, someone showed me surprises are nice if you let them be..this person has also shown me so many things and introduced me to a world i thought i'd never be in..it's led me to believe in things i never dreamt possible..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so it juss goes to show you, things can change, you can change, life can change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6395230456984576298?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6395230456984576298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6395230456984576298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6395230456984576298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6395230456984576298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-surprises.html' title='little surprises..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2318826402452164233</id><published>2008-03-27T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:32:01.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lifes little lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many times in life we find ourselves in certain situations..upon coming out of these situations we often reflect..after reflecting, most of us sometimes make mental notes of what we learned..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the most common thing i think people learn is about what they want..in this, i mean, you learn about things you want to strive for..or even strive to be..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but more recently, i've come to realize that not only is it important to know what you want to be..it's also important to know what you DON'T want to be..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this lesson is much harder to learn than the first..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz after all, you see someone do something cool and you're like, 'oh i want to be juss like that'..but how many times can you say, 'oh i definitely don't want to be like that'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dunno..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i feel that we get so caught up in reaching for the top or trying  to become someone else that we forget about the little things that actually make us who we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2318826402452164233?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2318826402452164233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2318826402452164233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2318826402452164233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2318826402452164233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='lifes little lessons'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-9088460325242152307</id><published>2008-03-18T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:08:49.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i excel at being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes it really doesn't matter to me what other ppl think..sure that's a sign of arrogance..but i like to think of it more along the lines of confidence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;confidence: defined as the state of being certain or the feeling of self assurance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i can't comprehend not having confidence in myself or the things i do..without confidence, you lack so many things..you lack motivation, intelligence, poise and common sense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;maybe that's a reason why i can't stand pushovers and people pleasers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i also suppose this is why i come across as a bit stuck up sometimes..but really, all it's about is me being confident..and as a direct result..i excel at being me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-9088460325242152307?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9088460325242152307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=9088460325242152307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/9088460325242152307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/9088460325242152307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-excel-at-being-me.html' title='i excel at being me'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-292465316339909662</id><published>2008-03-14T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:29:55.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people say that there's no right or wrong way to live..it's what you do and how you do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but what you do and how you do it are based on the decisions you make..and with most decisions, there ARE right and wrong ways..so if you are using this as a basis for living, it's so contradictory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i think to myself, am i living the right way?  well, i'm happy with who i am, i'm thankful for what i have, i'm content with where i am and i'm pleased with what i'm doing..so sure, i'm living life quite finely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but then i can't help but think..how do i know i'm actually living to my utmost potential?  like how happy is my happiness?  sometimes i feel like i'm juss letting everyday pass by without properly reflecting because i've settled..as a result, the little things as well as the big things are juss sort of going by..but then again, settling is nice..it's comfortable..because someone once told me that you can't live life while you are searching for better..if you do, you will never be happy nor will you be able to appreciate what you have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bet none of this nonsense i'm writing actually makes any sense..but it's 1:30am and i am unable to sleep so i thought i'd ramble for a bit =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-292465316339909662?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/292465316339909662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=292465316339909662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/292465316339909662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/292465316339909662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-6557653399051888823</id><published>2008-03-04T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:43:26.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes i wish happiness came in a little bottle or something..it would solve like everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz when i'm happy, everything is good and life is juss that much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i guess that is asking too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i shall resort to my happy list that consists of everything possible that makes me happy..almost as good as having a bottle of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-6557653399051888823?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6557653399051888823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=6557653399051888823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6557653399051888823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/6557653399051888823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8953993793064373747</id><published>2008-03-01T01:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:48:35.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some days are juss days like today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some days i wake up happy, some days i wake up with my head in a jumbled mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then the day progresses and various things can happen..it can either complicate or simply things..it can make things better or worse..it can make me forget or overanalyze things..it can make me pleased or angered..it can turn out a million ways..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so as a result, some days i go to sleep happy, some days i go to sleep with my head in a jumbled mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the good thing, even if today sucked, tomorrow could be totally awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and therefore, it's okay that today was a day like today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8953993793064373747?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8953993793064373747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8953993793064373747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh how nice it was to put school on hold for a week..it was so wonderful going on a mini trip, hanging out with friends, visiting other friends, relaxing with family, skating, skiing, going to the chocolate factory, watching movies and altogether, juss spending free time with those i love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;needless to say, the break was too short..it went by so incredibly fast..and surely enough, i prolly should have done some work over the break to ease my current state of stressfulness, but then my break wouldn't've been so amazing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i'm glad i took the time to thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8981084463948387799?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8981084463948387799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8981084463948387799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8981084463948387799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8981084463948387799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-lovely-lovely-break-from-school.html' title='my lovely lovely break from school'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2917620396929932108</id><published>2008-02-11T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:29:38.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>figured it out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i have been acting a bit like a weirdo lately and probably driving people crazy with my nuttyness..for this i apologize, it was for reasons i didn't really know at the time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i noticed something was different but i juss couldn't figure it out..but it only took one look at me for someone else to figure it out and juss tell me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so i may have completely lost my mind, and hence my sanity but my clarity is coming back to me, and hence i'm back to being in a peaceful state of mind with serenity on my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so nice to understand the reasons we do things cuz this is oh so rare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2917620396929932108?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2917620396929932108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2917620396929932108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2917620396929932108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2917620396929932108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/figured-it-out.html' title='figured it out..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-1750631247475619775</id><published>2008-02-08T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:43:36.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>struggles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am having a terribly difficult time balancing my life..with school taking up the vast majority of my time, i feel like i am sacrificing the things that matter to me most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's disconcerting because i am so thankful and grateful for everything i have but it's so hard to show appreciation..it's the worst feeling in the world; you feel as guilty as hell but there is nothing you could possibly do to make it better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's times like these when i really wish i was done school and really juss living life..that happy life where i can spend time with the people i love and juss be happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i juss feel like it shouldn't be this hard..but then again, when i said this to a friend, much wiser and insightful than i, he said 'pssh, good things take hard work..that's what makes them so good.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so maybe struggling is a good thing..and maybe things will get better if we get through this..i wonder if i'm still talking about the same thing now..sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-1750631247475619775?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1750631247475619775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=1750631247475619775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1750631247475619775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/1750631247475619775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/struggles.html' title='struggles..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4131855651354988495</id><published>2008-02-06T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:42:08.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i question my sanity sometimes..more so than usual..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, it's more that i catch myself doing something and ask myself what the heck i'm doing..or that i'm reflecting and wondering what i juss did that for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i dream up some way to justify it..and that works for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i guess if i really am insane, i'm probably not the one who should be calling the shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4131855651354988495?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4131855651354988495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4131855651354988495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4131855651354988495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4131855651354988495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-sanity.html' title='My Sanity'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3905417239446781870</id><published>2008-01-30T00:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:05:18.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in such a happy place right now and i really really don't to leave or have this feeling go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this isn't to say my life isn't crazy busy or unbelievably stressful because it is..i don't think school has ever been like this for me nor has life thrown me such surprises all at once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the fact that i'm still happy must show that i am really happy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juss happy =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3905417239446781870?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3905417239446781870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3905417239446781870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3905417239446781870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3905417239446781870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-place.html' title='Happy Place'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3252798276938888280</id><published>2008-01-18T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:51:45.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>living life for the moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a planner..a thinker..i like to be organized and have things laid out..i like to be prepared and i like to know what's going to happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's ironic cuz when it comes to life, i often don't know what's going to happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the problem is that life is different..it really is impossible to predict..and so, i've come to realize that it's okay that life surprises me..it's okay not to know what lies ahead..it's okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and why?  well, cuz life isn't always about the results or the destiny, it's about the journey and the experiences..the moments that unexpectedly make you cry and the moments that unexpectedly make you estatically happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as an outcome of this thought process, i'm planning to juss live life for the moments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3252798276938888280?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3252798276938888280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3252798276938888280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3252798276938888280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3252798276938888280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/living-life-for-moments.html' title='living life for the moments..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8097693840163301199</id><published>2008-01-14T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:56:09.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bipolar perhaps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it possible to be absolutely miserable and incredibly happy at the same time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes..as long as it's two distinct and separate things that are causing the miserableness and happiness, i think it's possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reasoning: i don't really have any actually..juss simply saying you can feel two very opposite things at the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8097693840163301199?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8097693840163301199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=8097693840163301199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8097693840163301199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/8097693840163301199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/bipolar-perhaps.html' title='bipolar perhaps?'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7439389850784428573</id><published>2008-01-06T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:02:03.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptance vs understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes there are things that you juss aren't gonna be able to understand..things that ppl do that are juss incomprehendable to you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it might be frustrating at times, but on the other hand, sometimes it's better if you juss accept it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why dwell on it? especially if it's a conflict of opinions..looking beyond the current situation is important..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7439389850784428573?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7439389850784428573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7439389850784428573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7439389850784428573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/7439389850784428573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/acceptance-vs-understanding.html' title='acceptance vs understanding'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4674120520351817865</id><published>2007-12-18T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:06:55.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adversity can discover virtues..yet ignorance is bliss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i consider myself a very methological person whose thoughts are not always coherent but the level of intellect expressed is a clear indication of how logical and organized i present myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so somewhere along the line i've run into some rather adverse events that get in the way of my systematic thought process..and what do to about them? well, what can you do..live them out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so i did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;putting my frustration and directed anger aside..i have discovered some virtues i never thought i'd possess..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t'was interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the more i think of it, is it worth it to discover virtues upon the effects of adversity? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm..no..to me, ignorance is still bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4674120520351817865?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4674120520351817865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4674120520351817865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4674120520351817865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4674120520351817865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/adversity-can-discover-virtuesyet.html' title='adversity can discover virtues..yet ignorance is bliss..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4082479197528240641</id><published>2007-12-09T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:09:45.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is always complicated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i had an urge to blog today..i haven't blogged in a long time so i question as to why this is so..i suppose my life has been pretty low-key lately..nothing extremely exciting..so hence the lack of need to express myself through random thoughts? hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;do i only write when life is exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-no i write when i feel the need to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;when do i feel the need to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-when things are bothering me, when i have something to say, when something interesting happens..ie when life is complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so then i thought that this means when i don't write, life is simiple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHA..'life is simple"..what a ridiculously statement..life is never simple..there are juss varying levels of complicatedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4082479197528240641?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4082479197528240641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4082479197528240641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4082479197528240641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4082479197528240641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-life-gets-complicated.html' title='life is always complicated..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-4462983653125898074</id><published>2007-09-18T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:48:06.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's supposed to be easy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it is..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is supposed to be easy when you are doing what you love or what you want to be doing..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone once told me that sometimes what you're good at isn't what you want to do and that is so true..likewise, sometimes what you want to do isn't necessarily something you are good at..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you know what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it may be hard to do it initially but it gets easier..life gets easier..it's supposed to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-4462983653125898074?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4462983653125898074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=4462983653125898074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4462983653125898074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/4462983653125898074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-supposed-to-be-easy.html' title='It&apos;s supposed to be easy..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-5822024905453915126</id><published>2007-09-05T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:47:37.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My love..my life..this city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;oh how strange it is to be back in TO already..but how even more strange that everything has juss fallen into place as if i never left..i've been back for 5 days and it feels like even though nothing has changed, i have a totally new perspective on everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;this summer has been absolutely incredibly unbelievable!!! what made it amazing? i don't even know..the people i was with, the life i was living, the places i went, the things i got to do..everything was awesome!! and i can't believe how fast 4 months can go by..it was definitely the one of the best summers of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;moving back was a bit saddening at first and i didn't want to do it, but now that i'm here, it feels rite..it feels like this is my life, where i'm supposed to be, and i love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;so goodbye to summer, i already miss it, but i'm ready to embrace what this year shall present..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**life's what you make it so why not juss live it?**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5822024905453915126?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5822024905453915126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=5822024905453915126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5822024905453915126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/5822024905453915126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-lovemy-lifethis-city.html' title='My love..my life..this city'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7359214671244539887</id><published>2007-04-18T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:05:21.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my domestic skills..or lack there of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how i managed to burn a cake TWICE is beyond my understanding capabilities..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i bought a betty crocker vanilla pound cake mix..added 2 eggs, water and oil..stirred vigorously until the batter was moistened..then i greased the pan, put the batter in the pan and put it in the oven at 350F..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30mins later, i checked the cake (the box said it would take 35-38 mins)..but when i opened the oven, the top layer was burnt!!  how???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i compensated for this problem by covering it with chocolate chips..i wanted the chips to melt so i stuck it back in the oven for 2 mins..then when i took it out, the chips were burnt..gahhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while my cake was baking..i decided to wash my winter scarves and mitts and hats..i put everything in the washer and dryer..then when i took them out..everything had pink and black fluff on it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh sigh..god really does not want me to be a domestic person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7359214671244539887?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7359214671244539887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=7359214671244539887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am in aboslute chocolate ice cream heaven!! i can't even begin to describe how amazingly scrumptious this ice cream is..it's soft, sweet, creamy, chocolately..absolutely fantastically delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been craving chocolate ice cream for a couple days now and satisfied the craving by substituting hot chocolate for it..but now..right now..this absolutely wonderful feeling of chocolate ice cream in my mouth is mindblowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanna lick the bowl cuz it was soooooo yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is such a marvelous feeling!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-5501736445814231694?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-7369984257061061288</id><published>2007-04-12T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:31:19.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is almost here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i can feel it..it's so close to being the end..but it's gonna be busy busy busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-1 more day of classes..then it's a study weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-then..monday and thursday exam next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-then..monday exam the week after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-then..edmonton for a week!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-then..one more exam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then..summer!!!  yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-7369984257061061288?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7369984257061061288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8549299985431543018</id><published>2007-04-01T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:19:49.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the world of facebook</title><content type='html'>i finally decided to embrace the world of facebook and get a facebook account!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juss kidding..i haven't figured out how to let go of my anti-facebook ways yet..happy april fools!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'when i get facebook (notice the 'when' and not 'if'---b/c i've accepted that i will have it someday)..it'll be because............................'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---when i can finish this sentence, i will have a facebook account =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8549299985431543018?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-8512121294682928663</id><published>2007-03-19T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:59:01.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>microbiological relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;there are 3 types of relationships in the world of microbiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) mutualism:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-when both organsims benefit from the relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) commensalism:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-when one organism benefits and the other is neither helped nor harmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) parasitism:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-when one organism benefits while the other suffers significant damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the most common is #3..such is the same in the world we call life =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-8512121294682928663?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8512121294682928663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2584101277544712582</id><published>2007-03-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:26:39.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>juss let it be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all have things we don't quite like about ourselves..you know, those little flaws that we wish we could change but we can't..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my current thing i wish i would change about myself is my ability to juss let things happen without over-analyzing or rationalizing it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for example, when something good happens, i'm happy..but then i get worried..i get worried because when too many good things happen, it's like a yellow caution tape gets wrapped around my brain that says 'something bad is gonna come along soon'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's like when something seems so easy and you think to yourself 'it can't be this easy, what's the catch?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't seem to get these thoughts out of my head long enough to enjoy the moment..instead, i am stuck in the midst of thinking about what happens next..so i can't fully live in the moment..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could..i wish i could juss let things happen..let things unfold and juss deal with them as they come without anticipating what happens next..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2584101277544712582?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2584101277544712582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=2584101277544712582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2584101277544712582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/2584101277544712582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/juss-let-it-be.html' title='juss let it be...'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3654773588924336643</id><published>2007-03-04T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:05:02.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when will it end??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much for coming back all relaxed..being thrown back into the midst of school, studying for exams and writing papers has made reading week seem like ages ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it feels like school is this never ending world that you never fully step out of..then again, as much as i want the school part of school to be over, i'm gonna terribly miss the student part..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well..i suppose summer is just around the corner and that shall provide a much needed break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3654773588924336643?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3654773588924336643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3654773588924336643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3654773588924336643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3654773588924336643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-will-it-end.html' title='when will it end??'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-3774475625453909135</id><published>2007-02-28T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:03:44.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada and the things we call Canadian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i decided that i could never live outside of this country permanently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason being..i love tim hortons..i mean, if it weren't for tim hortons, where else are you gonna go and drink hot chocolate or apple cider or ice caps while sitting for hours talking to friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, tim hortons is now expanding down south but it's not the same..tim hortons is a canadian thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as is hockey..my other joy in life..playing, watching, marrying haha..i love it all and i especially love that it's canada's game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;writing this is making me think about chocolate..i love chocolate..it's not really a canadian thing but i'm craving some right now so i'm gonna stop writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-3774475625453909135?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3774475625453909135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=3774475625453909135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3774475625453909135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/3774475625453909135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/canada-and-things-we-call-canadian.html' title='Canada and the things we call Canadian'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-2540281644591563879</id><published>2007-02-25T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:07:52.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EsCaPe</title><content type='html'>the week went by so incredibly fast..i wish it could've lasted longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing ppl was so much fun: meeting up with my UW girls was great, being at home with family was so relaxing, seeing my guelphies was good, CASH reunion was wonderful..&lt;happy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skiing was absolutely amazing, i love the thrill of being on the slopes and the weather was awesome..went to see 'because i said so'..definitely a chick flick but hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's back to life in TO..back to school tmr..beginning the oh-so-familar routine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-2540281644591563879?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2540281644591563879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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snow!</title><content type='html'>it's snowing lots and lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means the ski hills should be wonderful next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juss hope it's warmer than this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117142947171944121?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117142947171944121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117142947171944121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117142947171944121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117142947171944121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow! snow! snow!'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-117126287920654664</id><published>2007-02-12T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:48:49.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my exciting roadtrip weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from Toronto -&gt; Port Hope -&gt; Kingston -&gt; Ottawa -&gt; Quebec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toronto&lt;/strong&gt;-packed up stuff and began roadtrip listening to a murder mystery on tape which made time passed by pretty quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Port Hope&lt;/strong&gt;-this was juss a mini road/gas/pee/timmys break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kingston&lt;/strong&gt;-sarah visit, queens tour, dinner at lonestar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ottawa&lt;/strong&gt;-canal skating, winterlude ice sculptures, parliament hill, canadian war museum, beavertails and so much yummy food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebec&lt;/strong&gt;-winterlude snow sculptures, giant ice slides, snow maze, canadian civilization museum, sketchy parking lot man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahhh..good times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117126287920654664?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117126287920654664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117126287920654664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117126287920654664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117126287920654664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-exciting-roadtrip-weekend.html' title='my exciting roadtrip weekend!!!'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-117091242953459650</id><published>2007-02-08T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:35:32.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts at 11:59pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i juss came back hockey and have tons of energy..but unfortunately there are very few people who reciprocate this energy rite now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love snow..but i hate the coldness that is associated with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow is thursday and i have no class! it's super&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i wish i could nicely flutter my eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to marry a good looking pilot..they'd be rich, they'd be fun to look at, i could fly to places and they'd be gone half the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get to skate on the rideau canal in 2 days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....i'm happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117091242953459650?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117091242953459650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117091242953459650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117091242953459650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117091242953459650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thoughts-at-1159pm.html' title='random thoughts at 11:59pm'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-117082724979374543</id><published>2007-02-07T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:47:29.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you waterloo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after a wonderful catch-up IM chat with one of my bestest..i realized how much i missed waterloo..especially rite now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-gossiping (using nicknames we created for people of course)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-talking about classes (and the hot TAs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-re-living the memories (falling asleep in class..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's almost as good as being there!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosh i miss it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117082724979374543?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117082724979374543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117082724979374543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117082724979374543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117082724979374543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-you-waterloo.html' title='i miss you waterloo!!'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-117034226035209711</id><published>2007-02-01T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:09:04.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's february???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did that happen?? january was the quickest months ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it wasn't  busy but school was quite stressful at times..lots of stuff constantly but no real work had to be done (a bit of a paradox eh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i developed a few funny little obsessions..i'm addicted to looking up flight schedules..(not sure if i'm going somewhere yet), but i love finding cheap inexpensive ways to fly to places (westjet has been have awesome sales for anywhere in north america and air canada is offering $500 round trip to europe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ended off the month getting slashed in the finger and hit in chest really hard from hockey last nite..but it was still good..overall, january was a fun month..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now comes february..i also believe this shall be a fun month.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-only 28 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-winterlude in ottawa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-a whole week off from school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-it's getting cold and snowy enough to go skiing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-for the first time ever, there is no crazy midterm week..midterms are relatively spread out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117034226035209711?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117034226035209711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117034226035209711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117034226035209711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117034226035209711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-february.html' title='it&apos;s february???'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-117004627022352314</id><published>2007-01-28T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:53:05.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CASH in TO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;hristine+&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;manda+&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;arah+&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;eather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun fun CASH Weekend in TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;pics @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christine381.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;http://christine381.spaces.live.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-117004627022352314?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117004627022352314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=117004627022352314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117004627022352314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/117004627022352314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/cash-in-to.html' title='CASH in TO'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-116970216778958712</id><published>2007-01-25T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:16:58.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or No Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yesterday i went to the Canadian taping of Deal or No Deal!!! it was sooo awesome!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skipping class, lunching it with the girls, hanging out was sooo much fun..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the taping was sooo cool too!! the set looked exactly the like american set with a canadian backdrop..the suitcase girls were beautified with gorgeous silver heels and red dresses..and howie..howie was juss so handsome in person!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the game itself is soooo intense when you're there..you actually feel anxious and scared for the contestant!! we were sitting in the second row rite behind howie..it was an amazing experience!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i'm on TV! it airs February 4th on Global..right after the superbowl!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116970216778958712?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116970216778958712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116970216778958712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116970216778958712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116970216778958712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or No Deal'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-116914870350061296</id><published>2007-01-18T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:35:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ups and downs make the world go round..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's my new motto..i love every single up and down wave that life forces us to take...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you ever juss ate an oreo??? i'm not talking about taking the oreo out of the bag and gulfing it down..like i mean really done nothing BUT eat the oreo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't, you should try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reserve 5 minutes sometime..pour yourself a glass of milk..take out an oreo..sit down..clear your mind and think about nothing except the oreo and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when you can't take it anymore..eat it (in whatever fashion your heart desires)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a heavenly feeling..juss you and the oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116914870350061296?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116914870350061296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116914870350061296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116914870350061296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116914870350061296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/ups-and-downs-make-world-go-round.html' title='ups and downs make the world go round..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-116875569233883608</id><published>2007-01-14T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:23:23.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>give me something to dream about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..something to aspire to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've somehow managed to climb a gigantic mountain and make it to the top after many attempts and obstacles..now i'm stuck on this pedistol and i don't want to come down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've managed to accomplish something i've always wanted??? really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm breathless as i'm looking back and reflecting on the journey..speechless as i close my eyes..i take it this wonderful feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i re-open my eyes and turn around, i realize my mountain just grew twice the size and i am only part of the way there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!! a new challenge..what an amazing feeling to have a dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116875569233883608?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116875569233883608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116875569233883608&amp;isPopup=true' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;a year ago..if you had told me i'd be going to U of T, living in an amazing condo in the middle of downtown toronto..i would have told you that you were crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is no way to sum up 2006..it was an absolutely wonderful year..i discovered so much about myself and took enormous steps in growing up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2006 was also a year for learning..learning about my friends and what friendships mean..learning to be independent and stand on my own two feet..learning the important and unimportant parts of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;more over..the past year has taught me that no matter what happens, life goes on..you may glide along while the good stuff happens and struggle through the bad stuff..but no matter what..life still continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so before i say goodbye to 2006..want to thank everyone who has been there during this time with me and made this year so wonderful..hope 2007 is just as amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116819399764441985?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116819399764441985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116819399764441985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the worst is when there's nothing you can do but wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at this moment in time i am currently waiting for this week to pass by..a week from today, i will be at home celebrating the joyous of the christmas holidays in my terribly missed city and my family who i haven't seen for months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on the other hand..i don't know how it happens, but it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;life juss passes you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like one second..you're here..and then the next second, you're there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like right now, i may be desparately waiting for this week to be over..but in a week, i'm gonna wonder how it all passed by so quickly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;strange eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my real life to begin-Colin Hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Any minute now, my ship is coming in&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep checking the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing down down down, on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, be still my love&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart and let the light shine in&lt;br /&gt;But don't you understand, I already have a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for my real life to begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams, I slew the dragon&lt;br /&gt;And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, just be here now&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;Let me throw one more dice, I know that I can win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for my real life to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any minute now, my ship is coming in&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep checking the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, be still my love&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart, let the light shine in&lt;br /&gt;Don't you understand I already have a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm waiting for my real life to begin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116628647072609006?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116628647072609006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116628647072609006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116628647072609006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116628647072609006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-ever-feel-like-youre-always.html' title='do you ever feel like you&apos;re always waiting??'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-116536496786199426</id><published>2006-12-05T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:32:53.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the things we do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my question is why do we do bad things? whether it be something bad for us or bad for someone else..why do we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know that it goes against good and perhaps we even know that there will be consequences..and yet we still endulge in these bad things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do plenty of things i know are bad for me..my bad habits include but are not limited to my high consumption of chocolate as a cure to a stressful day, participation in social events when i should be doing elsewise, engagement in not so good activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i do these things? for the short term euphoria i suppose..but in the long run, what does it leave me with? stress, anxiety, worry, regretfulness??..sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, the question is whether it is worth it? well, if it wasn't, would we still be doing these bad things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe..maybe we hope and wish and have faith that all the good things we do..whether it be good for ourselves or good for other people..will balance out the bad..maybe..juss maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116536496786199426?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116536496786199426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116536496786199426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116536496786199426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116536496786199426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-we-do.html' title='the things we do..'/><author><name>Christobelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637771694666399890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34373146.post-116494854954826812</id><published>2006-11-30T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:49:47.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in 10 minutes...</title><content type='html'>it will be december!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means in 10 minutes i can take the first chocolate off my advant calender and eat it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116494854954826812?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116494854954826812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you're beautiful..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34373146-116453145667935107?l=christobelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116453145667935107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34373146&amp;postID=116453145667935107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116453145667935107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34373146/posts/default/116453145667935107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christobelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/thoughts.html' 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