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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sp1hSXhj-LWe98ilS95rXHNi3Ns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sp1hSXhj-LWe98ilS95rXHNi3Ns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~4/b8jzcm0vXn0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/5433034878621817679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/5433034878621817679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~3/b8jzcm0vXn0/inked.html" title="INKED." /><author><name>Carms,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139905758154956851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twM1MQeUyaI/Td6TxSvnxwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcpKYq3yvhA/s220/Picture%2B658.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://1249afternoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/inked.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MQH0-fyp7ImA9WhZbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127227429356169493.post-6638181572460531713</id><published>2011-06-23T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:41:21.357-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-23T23:41:21.357-04:00</app:edited><title>Mm,</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Best friends for life and eternity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  know when your best friend of the opposite sex has feelings for you  when he makes those sexual advances towards you. Like yesterday, I went  over to my best friend's house, and I ended up falling asleep on his  bed. Next thing you know, he wakes me up with his shirt off and on top  of me. He kept asking me why I have a boyfriend and that I should get  with him (as a fuck buddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it. I've told him  about maybe more than 100 times that I didn't like him like that, that  he was just my best friend (for LIFE and ETERNITY). I don't understand  why he keeps trying. I mean, do my words mean nothing to him at all?  He keeps telling me that I give him mixed signals, uh...... like no. I  don't. You give yourself those thoughts. I mean, I only told him more  than 100 times that I see him as a friend, my BEST friend and nothing  more. It's very simple to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How do you balance out a relationship and work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think it's been almost a week since I've seen my current boyfriend. I  don't blame him though because I'd be shit tired too. Right now, he has  too much on his plate. He works 11 hours a day and starts summer courses  next month. Of course I'd want us to work out, but how can it when one  is just too tired to try? Today was the first time for awhile that we  talked (via SMS). He asked me why I would like someone like him, and how  would it benefit me if I were to stay with him. I'm with him because I  like him. I'm happy when I'm with him. Although the time we share  together may be short,  I'm glad because we were after all spending time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://coloriteman.googlepages.com/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/127227429356169493-6638181572460531713?l=1249afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBMT4L9eCQiA44H6jwGwN2i_6Hw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cBMT4L9eCQiA44H6jwGwN2i_6Hw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~4/uH6-zInXmVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/6638181572460531713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/6638181572460531713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~3/uH6-zInXmVc/mm.html" title="Mm," /><author><name>Carms,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139905758154956851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twM1MQeUyaI/Td6TxSvnxwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcpKYq3yvhA/s220/Picture%2B658.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://1249afternoon.blogspot.com/2011/06/mm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQnc5fip7ImA9WhZbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127227429356169493.post-1158185379967526939</id><published>2011-06-22T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:11:43.926-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T00:11:43.926-04:00</app:edited><title>Just wondering,</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would be okay if there was a lack of everything in their relationship with their significant other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm just there on the side, for whenever he needs a companion or if he's lonely. He's always doing his own thing, and it's the same with me. I would like to spend more time with him, but I don't want to be a nuisance since he's always tired from work. Though I see him the majority of the week, I do miss him quite often. After all, I only see him for 5-10 minutes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(daily)&lt;/span&gt;. It's always a let down for me when I try to socialize with him anyways. He never seems to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I rarely talk to my girls about it because I don't want to burden them with this. Some of them are going through things far more worse than I am, but even without me telling them, they seem to always know if there's something is upsetting me. They're always scolding and lecturing me left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you the one always texting him, when he never answers? He can't  even take a few minutes every hour to text you to see how you are, or  what you're doing. You're obviously upset about it, and  he doesn't even realize it because he never takes the time to even try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told him once before that I wasn't happy, and well.. he got pretty mad. He tried a bit after, but that only lasted for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My, oh my. What a cunning person he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He's made it so no other could fill that void he's left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://coloriteman.googlepages.com/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/127227429356169493-1158185379967526939?l=1249afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZ8MnBKPQReOe1pxUSH29Tvp7rA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AZ8MnBKPQReOe1pxUSH29Tvp7rA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~4/ZEQ_yHgX2-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/1593602859940065112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/1593602859940065112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~3/ZEQ_yHgX2-w/im-tired.html" title="Out of the usual routine," /><author><name>Carms,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139905758154956851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twM1MQeUyaI/Td6TxSvnxwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcpKYq3yvhA/s220/Picture%2B658.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://1249afternoon.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-tired.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MSHozeyp7ImA9WhZXEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127227429356169493.post-6014784521470987487</id><published>2011-04-30T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:03:09.483-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-30T13:03:09.483-04:00</app:edited><title>Help, please..</title><content type="html">I've put myself in a position where I can't even help myself. Late night  partying, drinking, and everything else. I need to get myself out, NOW. I  didn't see that it was a problem until now. I need help. Wait no, I need to stop. COMPLETELY. This is such an unhealthy life style. It's slowly fucking me up mentally and physically. Getting my family worried about me. I'm such a inconsiderate. I can't be doing this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please give me the willpower to just give this life up. Give me the strength to lead astray from the current lifestyle that I have adapted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://coloriteman.googlepages.com/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/127227429356169493-6014784521470987487?l=1249afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c9ZHNXU_E6DuXkRqX9mg7VitqXI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c9ZHNXU_E6DuXkRqX9mg7VitqXI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~4/lXDrXUoeXuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/6014784521470987487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/6014784521470987487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~3/lXDrXUoeXuc/help-please.html" title="Help, please.." /><author><name>Carms,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139905758154956851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twM1MQeUyaI/Td6TxSvnxwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcpKYq3yvhA/s220/Picture%2B658.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://1249afternoon.blogspot.com/2011/04/help-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGSH8_eCp7ImA9Wx9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127227429356169493.post-4865581014761631688</id><published>2011-02-03T00:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:58:49.140-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-03T00:58:49.140-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfvqto2YhF1qa5ztmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 231px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfvqto2YhF1qa5ztmo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty polka dotted pink bow tie. Ain't it cute?  Sorry for the awkward face, but that picture was at like.. 4:30 in the morn. Mm, the bow tie was actually from my work place, Paris Baguette (yes, that korean bakery in Main st). Haha, I actually took it from the caker's side of the building. I remember taking a blue one as well, but I can't seem to find it anywhere. It's like it vanished into thin air! It's alright though, I'll go back to work and see if they have another one ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! I hope everyone gets MADD money this year and save it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://coloriteman.googlepages.com/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/127227429356169493-4865581014761631688?l=1249afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LE9k1_MmTYZw8A7QMaXSOIsSNqE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LE9k1_MmTYZw8A7QMaXSOIsSNqE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~4/e0YCogJWiBI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/274673793221569888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/127227429356169493/posts/default/274673793221569888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1249InTheAfternoon/~3/e0YCogJWiBI/sorry-for-neglection.html" title="Sorry for the neglection," /><author><name>Carms,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08139905758154956851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-twM1MQeUyaI/Td6TxSvnxwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcpKYq3yvhA/s220/Picture%2B658.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://1249afternoon.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-for-neglection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHRX87eCp7ImA9WhZbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127227429356169493.post-926886308827785422</id><published>2010-07-27T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:45:34.100-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-21T13:45:34.100-04:00</app:edited><title>Greeeeeting from work!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs098.ash2/38219_1443270805694_1350810492_31299889_1553254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 423px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs098.ash2/38219_1443270805694_1350810492_31299889_1553254_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesing it up at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, I haven't been on a computer long enough to write an entry since my last entry. What have I been doing? Ive been working every single day since the beginning of this month. Working every damn day wasn't one of my brightest idea, but hey, I guess it's best to earn money doing something, rather than wasting money doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/127227429356169493-926886308827785422?l=1249afternoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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