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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:58:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I Like The Word Plethora</title><description>What it means to be a ShwetFACE</description><link>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ILikeTheWordPlethora" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-8791369017042708682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T17:58:55.724+11:00</atom:updated><title>guess where i'm posting this from!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.  Since I've been *yaying* about the trip in my last few posts, I guess your "guess" would be correct..  I'm currently in Folsom, California and it's AWESOME (:  We haven't really had the chance to go out much (considering we only landed yesterday at San Francisco International airport) but don't worry, the going out is soon to come (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheee, I'm &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wanted to post a quick thanks to everyone who's provided me of ideas regarding what to do/see/try whilst here.  But, just in case I haven't made it clear before -anything involving beef (cow) or alcohol; I don't do.  I'm Hindu and think alcohol smells really bad and makes people do stupid things.  But the other recommendations; I'll def. be up for most of them (it really depends on what my dad has planned for us too -since he's making most of the plans).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday should be awesome though!  It's Thanksgiving and we're having TURKEY +pumpkin pieee (sounds really yum, though I've not yet tried it) +cranberry sauce +apple cider +other stuff.  Mmm..  food.  I'm really pumped.  It's not just that though, apparently, on Thanskgiving night, the shops nearby open at MIDNIGHT!  YAY.  Shopping!  Not sure I'll get anything, but it should be fun anyway to see what the "malls" are like here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SEASONAL TREES ARE SOO PRETTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fire hydrants are yellow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are ACORNS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whilst we were walking around, we saw disposable poopie bags for people to use to pick up after their doggies whilst taking them for walks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taxis are yellow (not the pale yellow that things in Australia are, but a proper *bright* yellow colour) -as are school busses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The toilets flush in the opposite direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh, I'm too lazy to type more since it's bed time but I'm really excited about the next few weeks!  More soon (with photos)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take care guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS.  Jackie -I'd love to see some pics of snow (my cousins tell me that it doesn't snow here so I guess you're the closest I'll get to it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-8791369017042708682?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/W9IfOiGJbQY/guess-where-im-posting-this-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-where-im-posting-this-from.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-8121917376582820398</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T14:59:22.955+11:00</atom:updated><title>Finally, the excitement hits.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sooo.  I've been super busy meeting up with friends +hanging out +doing other stuff like that over the past few days (since exams finished on Monday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow we're flying to the states (we = family)!  &lt;b&gt;I'm so pumped&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest with you, I wasn't psyched about the trip until today (late last night?).  We're flying Qantas and I had a look at the in-flight entertainment &amp;amp;it seems pretty decent (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, &lt;b&gt;I'm excited&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For anyone that lives in the States, what day does Glee show?  I've watched up to episode 10 and I'd really prefer not to miss any episodes whilst I'm over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wheeee!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we're doing things like Disneyland, Universal Studios, Sea World, The Grand Canyon, San Diego Zoo, Las Vegas +other touristy things +some not so toursity things (like having a *hopefully* white Christmas .. wishful thinking, perhaps, since we'll be in Cali for Christmas .. but you never know!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARRRGH I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those of you who fear I'll come back with an American accent, worry not, my accent will remain very un-American =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, anyone who lives in the States; I'd love if you could comment with some things I should try when we're over there (food, places to visit etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to miss everyone here, but hey; six weeks really isn't that long right?  And, when I come back -I'll have pretty photos and stories to show and tell you!  No separation anxiety alright?  There's nothing to be anxious about (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-8121917376582820398?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/lqgnxHaLA50/finally-excitement-hits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-excitement-hits.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-7099650829134699226</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T20:07:42.216+11:00</atom:updated><title>after 4pm tomorrow..</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. i will be a free little munchkin.  then you, my (loyal?) reader(s?) will be able to feel my online presence in all it's glory once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;excited much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if you are bored whilst waiting for me to return; do not hesitate to click &lt;a href="http://www.urinelle.biz/html/en/About.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and think "wtf" with moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. the "wtf" link above was because of &lt;a href="http://www.travel.ninemsn.com.au/world/820327/top-10-most-useless-travel-gadgets"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; amusing little article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-7099650829134699226?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/_eNKMo8_ze8/after-4pm-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-4pm-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-4681732980614892888</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T23:00:33.008+11:00</atom:updated><title>my friends are a traffic light!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friends are a traffic light tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;see exhibit a for proof..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SvlVOfjIwKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4hRO5FusFhQ/s400/TRAFFIC_LIGHT!.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402442935483023522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exhibit a: proof that shweta's friends are a traffic light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-4681732980614892888?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/bTia8im2PiY/my-friends-are-traffic-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SvlVOfjIwKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4hRO5FusFhQ/s72-c/TRAFFIC_LIGHT!.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-friends-are-traffic-light.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-6892751200157292975</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T17:42:46.832+11:00</atom:updated><title>i thinky i see jen friday!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*hopefully*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. "hopefully" has been confirmed to a "yes"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-6892751200157292975?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/D3lOsePSDSs/i-thinky-i-see-jen-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thinky-i-see-jen-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-6809525805307101043</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T14:15:03.256+11:00</atom:updated><title>shweta got the job!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from next year, i will be working in the city as an engineering consultant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i really hope it cracks up to be everything i'm hoping for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-6809525805307101043?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/fvRjn_Bb3FI/shweta-got-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/shweta-got-job.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-4489013706884401203</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T14:12:24.469+11:00</atom:updated><title>alphabet stolen from jackie!</title><description>A-age: twotwo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-bed size: i'm not sure.  i think it's twin?  it's big enough for me though +one extra body (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-chore you hate: cleaning the dishes (after randoms have been to our place; i don't like the idea of touching their food scraps!) -but my dad usually does this/loads the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-don't eat: beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-essential start-your-day item: a bathroom with all the essentials; running water, toothbrush, toothpaste, nevia, qv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-favorite board game: i love board games!  can't wait till i can get a group of people over and we can play pictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-gold or silver: it depends on the outfit.  i used to like silver more, but i think gold looks decent on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-height: short.  about 156cm?  i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-instruments you've played: lol jackie!  "the recorder" +piano, drums, madal (traditional nepalese drum) +kind of the the guitar (&lt;B&gt;very&lt;/B&gt; kind of!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-job title: soon to be engineering consultant!  (starting in january of next year -SUPER EXCITED.. oh yeah, by the way, &lt;B&gt;I GOT THE JOB&lt;/B&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-kids: i'd like some, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-living arrangements: with my awesome family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-mom's name: i call her "mamu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-nicknames: shwet, shwety, schwepps, munchkin, munchkinhugs, prawnchip, prawn, dwedda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-overnight hospital stay, other than birth: a couple, but not for any operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-pet peeve: i'm not sure.  i guess rudeness also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-famous movie quote: "&lt;I&gt;welcome frodo baggins.. the one who has seen the eye!&lt;/i&gt;" [this isn't my favourite quote or anything, i just remembered it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-rightie or leftie: right handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-sibling(s): nanu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-time you wake up: it depends on when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-underwear: yes, i am wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-vegetable favorite: harrrrd question!  i love vegetables IF they're cooked the right way +some raw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-ways you run late: getting ready?  not that i spend time wearing makeup or anything like that -it's just, i spend sooo long in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-x-rays you've had: chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-yummy food you make: umm..  you'd have to ask my family (who eat the food i cook!)  btw jackie; what are stuffed shells?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-zoo favorite: this question makes me feel *squee* about going to sandiego zoo when we visit the states!  and, i don't have a favourite!  I LOVEEE THE ZOO!  (and museums!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-4489013706884401203?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/H_j-veywoK0/alphabet-stolen-from-jackie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/alphabet-stolen-from-jackie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-9066044934881952210</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T15:52:54.975+11:00</atom:updated><title>i bought a dress</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and i really like it (for those of you who know me "i bought a dress" is a pretty big deal).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's black &amp;amp;white and kinda "the flinstones"-ish and i'm still not (100%) sure about the print, but the cut = awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now i need to find some crazy bright shoes (i'm thinking red) and jewellery to "go with" it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was thinking b&amp;amp;w jewellery and bright shoes but i'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will have to talk to jen and/or irene about it since they're more fashion savvy than i am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you guys will see the dress soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hope you're all awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-9066044934881952210?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/hgyQdQBY2bE/i-bought-dress.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bought-dress.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-1308209023493559194</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T19:43:49.223+11:00</atom:updated><title>addict +some other stuff.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think i have a facebook problem.  after three days (if that), i reactivated my account.  would that see me deemed an "addict"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today is ridiculously hot.  i wish i was at the beach instead of at home, studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i cut my toenails!  yay.  it's not like i hadn't cut them for a crazy-long time or anything, but i just feel like feet look better when your nails aren't long...  although, i've seen some crazy asian women with toenails so long, they'd actually scrape across the floor if they were to walk barefoot.  suffice to say ew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tomorrow = one of my buddies crosses the threshold that becomes "OLD" (until next year, then 24 will be deemed the threshold for "OLD")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tuesday = exam number two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saturday = thai full moon festival (hopefully).  maybe i'll just take all of saturday off and go dress/shoe/accessory shopping for my fourth year civil engineering dinner!  public reminder to self: ask irene if she's up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;catchment modelling is a stupid subject.  it's hard ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the guy in this ad is pretty cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDu38zRPl2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDu38zRPl2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-1308209023493559194?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/pNjQ5eATC_I/addict-some-other-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/11/addict-some-other-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-6099661773262948604</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T19:59:52.802+11:00</atom:updated><title>i was sweating ..</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. but now i'm shivering.  go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it looks like the outside world is so pretty and nice today but i'm stuck indoors, in a computer lab that is far too cold for my liking.  perhaps if i had jeans on instead of shorts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;regardless of my attire, i was sweating (yes, sweating -ewww!  go, run and hide =p) before i came into this building.  all this hot/cold cannot be good for my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who's sent nice comments/emails my way.  i haven't got the time to reply to every one individually, but they've all been read and are really, really appreciated!  eventually, i will try to get around to replying to each one of you individually (unless of course, i forget -in which case, i apologise in advance).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for now, i must run back to my books/papers/lameness that comes with final exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my first final exam starts tomorrow...  13:45.  3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm still not sure what's going to be in the final exam but GOSH I HOPE IT'S LIKE THE PAST PAPERS (to which we don't actually have solutions -how sad!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that = the hardest (ever) exam on monday (i think), followed by a two week "psuedo-break" (as the aero guys call it) until my "easiest" (not easy because it's all stats based!) final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, for those of you wondering, my facebook has been disabled until further notice.  but fear not my loves, i shall be back online (stronger than ever) very, very, very soon (and yes, that means catching up on what's happened in your lives through reading your blogs etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;take care of yourselves and stay amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. i found the following links amusing (no, i don't actually hate megan fox -don't like her much either)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyoumeganfox.tumblr.com/post/193738856/stfu-you-are-trash"&gt;http://fuckyoumeganfox.tumblr.com/post/193738856/stfu-you-are-trash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyoumeganfox.tumblr.com/post/197742707/just-in-case-you-werent-convinced-megan-foxs-mouth-is"&gt;http://fuckyoumeganfox.tumblr.com/post/197742707/just-in-case-you-werent-convinced-megan-foxs-mouth-is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-6099661773262948604?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/3Du80XDkN2c/i-was-sweating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-sweating.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-4962832004605386800</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T13:24:16.338+11:00</atom:updated><title>disliking who i have become</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've spent the past year obsessing, trying to "fix" something that can't be fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in the process of trying to become someone else, i've really lost the old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm now going to try to "fix" myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and no, i don't care that it sounds selfish -noone wants to be around someone who is as sour as i've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was a great person before this year happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this year's made me a bit of a poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(a really, really, really smelly poop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the past month or so has been really great.  but once again, i've gone and been lame.  gosh, i hate it when i turn lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so yeah, i'm going to just stop being such a spoilt brat and enjoy the time i have left with you +my other friends because (despite the shit that's happened over this past year) i want you guys to remember me like i've been before this year started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm going to start living each day like it's a new one (which, it is XD) and stop worrying about the past and future and just live in the here and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-4962832004605386800?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/u7MAAE2GDrs/disliking-who-i-have-become.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/disliking-who-i-have-become.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-5678761979731591456</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T19:21:12.101+11:00</atom:updated><title>i found out you were moving away.</title><description>and my face started leaking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it's an amazing opportunity for you (congratulations!) and i'm so, so happy that you've got it but it's in adelaide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywhere but adelaide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not true, but there are times when the thought of the mooch being so close by makes me really uncomfortable *insert looking downness here*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope you really mean it when you say that you'll be up here at least every couple of weeks; because if you're not, it's going to hurt a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SuZ0A0qJQKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/a9WY7gW6SqQ/s400/Photo+on+2009-10-14+at+14.41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397128760934351010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-5678761979731591456?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/1pi_0HC2NXg/i-found-out-you-were-moving-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SuZ0A0qJQKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/a9WY7gW6SqQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-10-14+at+14.41.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-out-you-were-moving-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-2208692625114003584</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-27T11:17:51.567+11:00</atom:updated><title>this song is amazing.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just listen to it.  it's beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkFB8f8bzbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkFB8f8bzbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;by the way, i'm really sorry that i haven't been around much lately but not-online life has been really, really busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* i'm officially 22 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* i'm really, really excited about fourth year dinner (i've been led to believe that it's kind of like a year 12 formal, but not?) -it should be an awesome night with the people that i've spent the past four years of my life with (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* exams start on saturday (yeah, saturday -LAME!) but i have a two week break between my second exam (upcoming monday) and final exam; so i have time to go SHOPPING for a dress +shoes etc. for the dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* SO EXCITED ABOUT MY TRIP TO THE STATES!  hopefully i'll be able to improve my photography when i'm over there!  DISNEYLAND!  *squee* -shush, i can't help it if i'm still like a kid =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, that's pretty much it.  better get into study.  three days to study for an exam; HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;stay awesome guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-2208692625114003584?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/xybYmqutQAQ/this-song-is-amazing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-song-is-amazing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-7370760604388448471</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T20:54:50.193+11:00</atom:updated><title>apology.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm glad someone picked up on that mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21:09 &lt;&gt; 23:09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;thank gosh i'm not in the military!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-7370760604388448471?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/NGs6xw37944/apology.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/apology.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-349644876556776459</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T11:30:57.022+11:00</atom:updated><title>*insert something celebratory here*</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/StphGPmTpgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rfZGOZwB28c/s1600-h/fanpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/StphGPmTpgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rfZGOZwB28c/s400/fanpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393730263623902722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... to the zefron, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i must say, i cannot wait until Me &amp;amp; Orson Welles is released!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the weather looks much better now than it did when i woke up this morning (:!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now, someone; ask me how i am going to spend the beginning of my 23rd year.  go on, ask me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[HINT: doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for a friend because i'm lame and supportive like that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;have a great day guys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eat lots of cake for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-349644876556776459?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/oGtKAXML05k/insert-something-celebratory-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/StphGPmTpgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rfZGOZwB28c/s72-c/fanpic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-something-celebratory-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-1589761056417965326</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T18:31:21.399+11:00</atom:updated><title>t=-10</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As I sit here on my bed at &lt;s&gt;21:09&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;); 51minutes until my 22nd year of life is over, I think to myself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;“where has the excitement gone?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Surviving another year of life; the many ups and downs, the good and the bad; should be a celebratory affair, regardless of age. In a way, perhaps, somehow, the older one gets, the more celebratory each birthday should become; after all, the first few years and our final years are quite often, the hardest to live through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Each year, the thought of a ‘birthday’ instills a sense of achievement within me. With every birthday that passes, I feel successful – I’ve managed to dodge Death; something that I, in a way, believe to be a victory. It’s not that I wish to challenge Death;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;“why, hello Death, I have managed to evade your cold grasp yet again. Take that!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No, challenging Death is not what I have in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This post isn’t meant to sound depressing, or formal. Am I sounding formal? If I am; sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Listening to songs from High School Musical (1, 2 and 3), Jesse McCartney and the Backstreet Boys and about to begin my 23rd year of life, I wonder to myself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;“did I make the most of my 22nd year of life?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Would you like my honest answer? Regardless of whether you want it or not, I’m going to give it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Because… I’ve spent the better part of it obsessing over something that, in retrospect, doesn’t deserve the level of passion, fixation and love that I’ve devoted to it. Too many hours of the days since the event have been devoted to trying to “mend” things. I’ve become obsessed; an unhealthy obsession, something along the lines of chocolate or deep friend food (with the advantage that instead of gaining weight, one often loses it – perhaps a direct result of the stress?). My unhealthy obsession (it is what it is, and although I am partially ashamed to admit it, I shall) has torn me up inside. Very few people know how I am truly feeling; how I hope that one day (soon), things will feel complete once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;My 22nd year is almost over, and it is one that I will always remember. But not for the good reasons that I’d hoped to retain in my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Am I making any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Perhaps not. I suppose, in a way, this is just a post for myself; something I will (hopefully) read in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I am not seeking your attention by acting ‘depressed’. I mean, aside from this insane fixation of mine, life has been… it hasn’t been horrible, just normal. Very normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I’m hoping that once I begin my 23rd year of life, in under half an hour, life will start to excite me again. I hope that in this new year of life, I will manage to find better ways to channel my sadness, anger and frustration; something healthy, something that does not involve confusion and hours of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This year, I’d forgotten about my birthday. People kept reminding me. But it doesn’t feel the same on my own. I know, I have my friends; friends who love and care about me. But deep inside, I know that it’s just not the same. I appreciate everything my friends have done for me; however, sometimes (regardless of how selfish it may sound) friendship just isn’t the same, sometimes it isn’t enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I can’t be bothered finishing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23:41 &lt;/span&gt;and all I can say is that I’m not excited that I’ve lived another year of life. I feel like I’ve wasted the better part of the year. Hopefully I won’t make the same mistake, ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-1589761056417965326?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/PqZPPTjlpl8/t-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-10.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-2061234176921724628</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T17:05:29.694+11:00</atom:updated><title>relating to 041009</title><description>&lt;a href="http://munchkinhugs.deviantart.com/art/041009-139259508"&gt;hello&lt;/a&gt;.  please excuse my blogger absence.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ps. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SsmMZKikOMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YjUl4xujwJE/s400/042-superman.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388992793079462082" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-2061234176921724628?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/D-A0AyFrgxw/relating-to-041009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SsmMZKikOMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YjUl4xujwJE/s72-c/042-superman.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/10/relating-to-041009.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-5148214156307601180</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T10:42:59.492+10:00</atom:updated><title>REPOSTED: an overdue LOVE list [additions, in red].</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been meaning to write this &lt;i&gt;love list&lt;/i&gt; for a while now, every since I read &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://fromunderthepeachtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge.html%E2%80%9D"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;’s post, some time last month!  Sorry it’s taken me so long to type my response to your challenge Jackie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those of you who don’t know, Jackie challenged her readers to compose what she called a &lt;i&gt;love list&lt;/i&gt;, with ten things about ourselves that we like (even better, ten things we love).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without trying to sound vain, or up myself, here are ten things [I think] I love about myself.  Here goes nothing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hugs (are amazing =p).  Anyone who knows me knows that I love to give and receive hugs.  It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside to know that the hugs I love giving, although sometimes received with questioning looks, are more often than not appreciated by those who really matter to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m one of those people that likes everyone (until you give me a reason to dislike you).  Although it’s seen me get into trouble (numerous times), I can’t help but see the &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; in everyone; and despite what my friends say, I give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  It makes me extremely trusting of people that I sometimes find I shouldn’t trust.  Nevertheless, I believe that there’s good in everyone, and everyone deserves the chance to show it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m a little bit childish &lt;s&gt;at times&lt;/s&gt; (most of the time) and I’ve been told that this is part of the reason that people can’t hate me, no matter how hard they try (Jen’s words, not mine =D).  Resistance is futile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve been told that I have a contagious smile.  I like the fact that when I’m smiling, my family and friends also feel like smiling!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ability to make friends has been with me practically all my life (minus a few of my earlier teenage years).  I’m extremely grateful that I’m able to (mostly) avoid extremely awkward silences when conversing with people that I’ve not met before.  An example of this (that I hold close to my heart) would have to be when I met one of my (now) best friends on a train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My ability to pick up things quickly.  I’m a fast learner, extremely practical and able.  Once I learn how to do something, I’m able to execute the task efficiently and effectively.  I love the fact that I’m especially fast at learning things when it comes to technology (something I thank my Dad for).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li type="”square”" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have great hygiene (thanks to my mom) and as a result, I have pretty good skin (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright.  I’m cheating and leaving it at seven for now, only because I can’t think of three more things.  Hope that’s alright for now Jackie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay awesome guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I can't lie about my feelings.  I will express the way I feel, no matter what the emotion; when I'm happy, I radiate happiness; when I'm sad, it shows; when I'm angry, I'm honest enough to be angry "out loud" which usually helps resolve the issue that's caused the anger in the first place.  I never realised how much I like this about myself until yesterday.  Some people might find that it's too much to deal with, but I prefer being honest to myself and others over lying about the way I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-5148214156307601180?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/_q8QszgVrOI/overdue-love-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/overdue-love-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-6676111041732084431</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T22:15:11.909+10:00</atom:updated><title>i'm sorry.</title><description>):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-6676111041732084431?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/0voGapxwEt4/im-sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-2208972340882618620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T20:26:42.225+10:00</atom:updated><title>Do I look easy to you?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s an honest question guys.  Do I look easy?  By easy, I don’t mean “do you think you could get me into bed without much effort?” (the answer to which is most positively, 100 percently, very definitely &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;!); what I mean is “does it look like you can exploit my Shwetaness easily?”.  Hmm, bad choice of words again?  Let me try to explain what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day (Monday), I got off the bus at my wonderfully brilliant university (with earphones in, listening to some wonderfully awesome jmac) when a guy thrust a book in my direction.  Assuming it was just another flyer, I extended my hand and accepted it (a simple act of kindness, since I always feel pretty sorry for these guys who stand on the corner of some street and are constantly rejected by passers by, on my part) only to be stopped by him and asked for money.  I was in a bit of a predicament.  The book was already in my hand, so there’s no way I could’ve said “no” and handed it back; that would’ve just been far too heartless and unkind.  But I really didn’t want to give him money for a book that I would never read.  Looking at him, I thought to myself “&lt;i&gt;why in the world did he have to pick me, there are a hundred other people walking by; do I seriously look like such an easy target?&lt;/i&gt;”.  I felt bad, so I handed him a few dollars (it might not sound like much but for a uni student without an income, a couple of dollars here and there makes a pretty big dent in the hip pocket).  I know that makes me sound cheap, but I detest spending money on things that I don’t really want (at all)!  Anyway, I handed him the money, only to have him ask me “so, where are you from?”.  He was happy someone hadn’t rejected him – fair enough; well, fair enough until he decided to tell me that my country must be “in a really bad way and quite corrupt” since so many Nepalese were migrating to Western countries.  I politely excused myself and walked away (excuse: a class that wasn’t scheduled to start for another three hours), fuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, here are a couple of completely normal, very non-posed, natural photos (ha, that sounds extremely silly and quite vain).  You be the judge; do I look easy?  I’d very much like to know what you guys think.  If the answer’s yes, how can I look less so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SrC9LOubQ5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/a4Tblg-Pasg/s400/natural2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382009555336774546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SrC9K5pA0MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/z1BpZk511nY/s400/natural1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382009549676925122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a completely different note, I really want to watch 500 Days of Summer, UP, Coraline and Adam.  Hopefully I’ll be watching 500 Days of Summer with Jen, PV and Jas.  I think my sister really wants to watch UP and Coraline, so if I see them, I’ll probably go with her.  Not sure about Adam.  Maybe I’ll just wait until I can get my hands on it to watch at home.  Have any of you watched any of the movies?  What did you think of them?  Let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay wonderful, cheerful, amazing and well readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-2208972340882618620?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/WtUguWKEytY/do-i-look-easy-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SrC9LOubQ5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/a4Tblg-Pasg/s72-c/natural2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-i-look-easy-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-9204887662452825163</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T15:49:10.701+10:00</atom:updated><title>kiss me, with tongue please.</title><description>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SrB60cwyTQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7D8-FfELfQg/s400/hamster_kissing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381936596200344834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. yes, i did notice the typo.  the picture is still tres cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-9204887662452825163?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/1afvc-4bHso/kiss-me-with-tongue-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SrB60cwyTQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7D8-FfELfQg/s72-c/hamster_kissing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-me-with-tongue-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-187446317953854733</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T14:32:42.299+10:00</atom:updated><title>this post moved me.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was browsing pax's (??) blog and found &lt;a href="http://geekinthepurple.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-of-salesman.html?showComment=1252816206532#c8460756192233561124"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; brilliantly written piece.  i'm still not sure if this was a work of pure fiction or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-187446317953854733?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/5z0xLBqgeuI/this-post-moved-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-post-moved-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-3963345352477177822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T18:03:12.340+10:00</atom:updated><title>WICKED.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i really like musicals.  no, i'm not trying to say that i'm a huge musical knowledge-pool or anything like that.  it's just that i thoroughly enjoy watching musicals (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is it any wonder that &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com.au/home.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; looks appealing to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-3963345352477177822?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/NYy3imK8q-U/wicked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/wicked.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-7290534096364116068</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T16:30:54.385+10:00</atom:updated><title>vag. fungal infection.</title><description>.. i don't have any fungal infections -ANYWHERE.  the last post was merely a device through which i (ineffectively) communicated my concern.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-7290534096364116068?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/OK-z7s5UZJ8/vag-fungal-infection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/vag-fungal-infection.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36113318.post-8655152684347466514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T20:55:56.053+10:00</atom:updated><title>phlegm in my lungs and a [pretty?] picture.</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;antibiotic tablets are floating around in my body.  an antibiotic with a half life of 12-hours (according to the all knowing website wikipedia).  this doesn't really concern me.  neither does the fact that i can feel phlegm jumping around (loosely stated) in my chest when i cough or sneeze.  what worries me is little more than this -slightly unnerving to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 114px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SqeI3EQSUXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EQfgztF8S3A/s400/side_effects.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379418759533580658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;should i be concerned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on a less serious note, have a look at &lt;a href="http://munchkinhugs.deviantart.com/art/almost-untouched-136426104"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and yes, i know.. two posts in one day (night).. again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36113318-8655152684347466514?l=munchkinhugs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ILikeTheWordPlethora/~3/oQGBIax6vmI/phlegm-in-my-lungs-and-pretty-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (munchkinhugs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7WoE-qoOOg/SqeI3EQSUXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EQfgztF8S3A/s72-c/side_effects.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://munchkinhugs.blogspot.com/2009/09/phlegm-in-my-lungs-and-pretty-picture.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
