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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRHJSXAeaBQPBmtSYFKViBwQX8Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRHJSXAeaBQPBmtSYFKViBwQX8Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRHJSXAeaBQPBmtSYFKViBwQX8Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PRHJSXAeaBQPBmtSYFKViBwQX8Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many blogs out there these days. I for one who spend alot of time on the Internet doing utter nonsence (Facebook) sometimes tend to wonder off into the blogging world. Such as now. I read blogs for the fun of it and I blog just because. Everyone is pouring out their creativity into what they write in their blog but the one thing that annoys me the most is when they do not use proper grammer and English. I simply cannot stand it. I am OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some I have read, they try to make their blog sophisticated by using improper grammer. Alot of Malaysian bloggers make this mistake. Not just any mistake but very simple mistakes. Like when to use "is" and "are". Where to punctuat sentences with the "S".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are trying but it irritates me till no end. &lt;b&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; brush up on your English before attempting to write ever again. There is a difference between speaking and writing. Have you not learnt anything from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the defence : "Well it's my blog, I'll do and write whatever I want." Of course you can do whatever you want. But at the end of the day, what happens when you actually have to use proper English and grammer in the real world? How does that help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the blogs I have read with horrible English, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shrudders*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I may have offended some people, I may have not. It's either they are oblivious to their own mistakes or is now embarrased about it. Please, for your own sake, brush up on the English language before attempting another blog entry. And to those who have done well, I applaude you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1230701668266856301?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/Zay7QFuWncA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1230701668266856301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1230701668266856301&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1230701668266856301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1230701668266856301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/Zay7QFuWncA/pet-peeves.html" title="Pet Peeves" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/12/pet-peeves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANSHY9eip7ImA9WxNaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-5796845123782282386</id><published>2009-12-03T01:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:16:39.862-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T01:16:39.862-08:00</app:edited><title>Restless</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwczGBofg8rzeKq3mCBJvYkL35g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwczGBofg8rzeKq3mCBJvYkL35g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwczGBofg8rzeKq3mCBJvYkL35g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nwczGBofg8rzeKq3mCBJvYkL35g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am feeling so restless right now. It's 1 AM and usually I will be watching &lt;s&gt;TV&lt;/s&gt; my downloaded shows. But since I figured out how to work the Internet on my notebook I am in limbo about watching my shows on surfing the net. I usually will not get a chance to this hour coz the GWB is at work with his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have my notebook with me, the Internet connection was limited and couldn't figure out why. Finally decided to power cycle the modem to reset the settings and voila. INTERNET. Only took me a month to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now even though I still have shows to watch, I wanna surf the net and yet I wanna watch my shows. Not forgetting the games that I hacked off the net to play. I am fickle minded but I know I will end up on the Internet. Then again my notebook is so ancient hence very slow. It's already seven years old can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe I will be out here in the living room all night until the GWB comes home from work. After all its only five more hours. Yes I have pulled an all nighter to only get yelled at in the morning when he is home. Back at the HWM HQ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a side note, this blog looks so plain without pictures. I used to be so OCD (wait, I still am) with posting pictures up here. But it all needs to be photoshopped and blah blah blah, so that's when the procrastinating comes in. Maybe one day.&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/9567714-5796845123782282386?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/u1y9DLdpx8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/5796845123782282386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=5796845123782282386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5796845123782282386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5796845123782282386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/u1y9DLdpx8U/restless.html" title="Restless" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/12/restless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCSHc7eyp7ImA9WxNbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-6278305766689447425</id><published>2009-11-12T21:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:12:49.903-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T21:12:49.903-08:00</app:edited><title>I Am Legal Now</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5fL4vA_y86nWXbjGqpA7IUnhxgA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5fL4vA_y86nWXbjGqpA7IUnhxgA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5fL4vA_y86nWXbjGqpA7IUnhxgA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5fL4vA_y86nWXbjGqpA7IUnhxgA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With green card and all. Well not all. Tomorrow we are heading to the social security's office to get me a social security number. Once it's all done then my life here officially begins. Work. I am kinda looking forward to working here but I don't know what it's like. I guess I will find out soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-6278305766689447425?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/TxQLvkyLmf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/6278305766689447425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=6278305766689447425&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/6278305766689447425?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/6278305766689447425?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/TxQLvkyLmf4/i-am-legal-now.html" title="I Am Legal Now" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-legal-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUESX47eCp7ImA9WxNVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-5782461244700775478</id><published>2009-10-24T16:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:50:08.000-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T16:50:08.000-07:00</app:edited><title>A Place of Our Own</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CJ3yGvs6dIMwvWq_a4cdjeVkvU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CJ3yGvs6dIMwvWq_a4cdjeVkvU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CJ3yGvs6dIMwvWq_a4cdjeVkvU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CJ3yGvs6dIMwvWq_a4cdjeVkvU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FINALLY. We have an apartment all to ourselves. I am enjoying the peace, quiet and the number one reason: CLEANLINESS. No one to pick after. No dirty dishes lying around everywhere. I can do shit I want. I know it will be my mess and I don't have boys around anymore. I feel almost grown up. Living alone and together with the GWB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have a one bedroom apartment. I love it. We have the freedom to do whatever we want with it. So we went to Ikea (as the GWB calls it: Asian temple) to look for stuff that we can eventually have at the apartment. What have we bought so far? NOTHING. Tempted to buy everything of course but I don't think that will be a possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are slowly settling in. Had the Internet installed a few days ago. As this is a must. Fuck cable. I can download all the shows we need off the Internet anyway. But yes, the bliss of having our own place, this will definitely save us alot in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-5782461244700775478?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/TYgmB6iMT9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/5782461244700775478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=5782461244700775478&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5782461244700775478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5782461244700775478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/TYgmB6iMT9c/place-of-our-own.html" title="A Place of Our Own" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/10/place-of-our-own.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EAQXo5eSp7ImA9WxNXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-3591022775953382962</id><published>2009-10-05T02:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:40:40.421-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T02:40:40.421-07:00</app:edited><title>The Insomniac and Procrastinator</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FykwaWE-9UqyWPRJZeM4CISon4A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FykwaWE-9UqyWPRJZeM4CISon4A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FykwaWE-9UqyWPRJZeM4CISon4A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FykwaWE-9UqyWPRJZeM4CISon4A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes it is I. I have become one these days. I am unable to sleep until the wee hours in the morning. What do I do to kepp myself awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have no job. (This is a must in order to do the following)&lt;br /&gt;2. Play computer games.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play silly little flash games on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep really late. (Preferably before the GWB gets home from work.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Wake up when half the day has gone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how pathetic I have become? I keep telling myself that I need to go to bed at a decent time but I don't ever listen to myself of course. Or to the GWB for that matter. With all the time I have you'd think I update here more often, one word comes to mind. L-A-Z-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the bug in me anymore. I would like to photoshop the pictures that I have taken and intend to put them up here. But when time comes to it never happen. As of now, there's even a pile of clean laundry in the basket that needs to be put away. Of course it will be there as I am a big procrastinator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-3591022775953382962?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/OrDc03KB0io" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/3591022775953382962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=3591022775953382962&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/3591022775953382962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/3591022775953382962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/OrDc03KB0io/insomniac-and-procrastinator.html" title="The Insomniac and Procrastinator" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/10/insomniac-and-procrastinator.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQ38-cCp7ImA9WxNRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-1456313945926992386</id><published>2009-09-09T18:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:13:12.158-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T18:13:12.158-07:00</app:edited><title>Done and Done</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4A2XLGqtgOCKyBtwtGCkh_nQEw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4A2XLGqtgOCKyBtwtGCkh_nQEw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few weeks my parents were here. I recall all the hoo haa in for getting them here. Rushing the paper work for homeland security. Sending papers back and forth to my parents. When everything was done, they were here for two weeks. Hectic and chaotic but nonetheless fun two weeks. All talks and anticipation for the reception came and went. And now, everything is dwindling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting for a year or so to pass, getting the green card done and then we will head home for a second round of marriage chaos. For now we are looking into moving into a place of our soon. Hopefully soon and I can enjoy the bliss of independance. No more living with boys who drive me up the wall and place to call our own. Until then I am also waiting back from homeland security to give me a green light for employment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1456313945926992386?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/LQ25XyGVAkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1456313945926992386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1456313945926992386&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1456313945926992386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1456313945926992386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/LQ25XyGVAkA/done-and-done.html" title="Done and Done" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/09/done-and-done.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBQn09eSp7ImA9WxNTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-7982770645276115662</id><published>2009-08-14T13:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:54:13.361-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-14T13:54:13.361-07:00</app:edited><title>A Month In</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHgTcUXRhBnyDfvPZRPA7uZFrz8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHgTcUXRhBnyDfvPZRPA7uZFrz8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHgTcUXRhBnyDfvPZRPA7uZFrz8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHgTcUXRhBnyDfvPZRPA7uZFrz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We made it into a month of being married to each other. It still doesn't feel like we've been married. Maybe coz everytime we see each other we are already living with together. So the feeling to living together now seems like nothing. How crazy this is? Time flies by so fast. Next weekend my parents will be here and then the following weekend we are having a reception up at my MIL's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in just a few more days it will be my fifth month here. Paperwork has all been submitted in and I am now legal to live here. But it was adviced to not leave the country. Hey I have no problems with that. I am really enjoying it here to a certain extend. Just that we don't have a place of our own yet which sucks. Hopefully in a years time or so we will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-7982770645276115662?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/2LRTKiOPsWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/7982770645276115662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=7982770645276115662&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7982770645276115662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7982770645276115662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/2LRTKiOPsWs/month-in.html" title="A Month In" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MRXc9fCp7ImA9WxJbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-1989417549921678908</id><published>2009-07-22T12:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:44:44.964-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T12:44:44.964-07:00</app:edited><title>It's Official</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3HK9r-s4cnDrtGi828J9pIKV_Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3HK9r-s4cnDrtGi828J9pIKV_Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3HK9r-s4cnDrtGi828J9pIKV_Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y3HK9r-s4cnDrtGi828J9pIKV_Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes. Legally and officially... married. It feels a bit weird being someone else's wife or being introduced as a wife. We are still getting used to the idea of being a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Vegas was awesome. What I've seen on TV I saw in person. I never thought for it to be so fucking hot. But I guess that's expected when you are in the desert. I even thought it would cool down in the night being desert and all but it did not. With me coming from a hot climate country I should be able to adapt to the heat and what not, I was complaining about it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did loads of stuff. Went in the different hotels and casinos, ate at Mario Batali's restaurant, took loads of pictures (this is a given), walked the strip, the GWB had his bowling tournament, gambled in the casino and of course got married. Would I go back there again despite the weather? Hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1989417549921678908?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/L_cECyG-osk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1989417549921678908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1989417549921678908&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1989417549921678908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1989417549921678908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/L_cECyG-osk/its-official.html" title="It's Official" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-official.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDRHYzeCp7ImA9WxJUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-1936558429634206745</id><published>2009-07-11T16:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:36:15.880-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-11T16:36:15.880-07:00</app:edited><title>Vegas Here I Come</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b4qB4OFdklllfMqNUxaa0YWOHDI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b4qB4OFdklllfMqNUxaa0YWOHDI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b4qB4OFdklllfMqNUxaa0YWOHDI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b4qB4OFdklllfMqNUxaa0YWOHDI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In 24 hours we will be in Vegas. God knows what we will be doing but we leave tomorrow morning at 0900 and we will be back Friday night. Six days and five nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been neglected for the longest time. I thought why not just kill time while the GWB is still asleep. We are going to church soon anyways. The Internet is sucking balls right now. I am trying to look up stuff and it keeps dying on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1936558429634206745?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/XHzK9DLkjoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1936558429634206745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1936558429634206745&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1936558429634206745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1936558429634206745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/XHzK9DLkjoI/vegas-here-i-come.html" title="Vegas Here I Come" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/07/vegas-here-i-come.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARXw-eCp7ImA9WxJQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-4645026307235357528</id><published>2009-05-26T13:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:44:04.250-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T13:44:04.250-07:00</app:edited><title>Burnt</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fwvSLNQ7mjzMjWZ4nXsdpn3d4HQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fwvSLNQ7mjzMjWZ4nXsdpn3d4HQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fwvSLNQ7mjzMjWZ4nXsdpn3d4HQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fwvSLNQ7mjzMjWZ4nXsdpn3d4HQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is nearing June and the weather is getting hotter. With great outdoor weather, the HWM has been playing volleyball alot by the beach. Being under the sun with no sunscreen is not really a good idea but I can still handle it up to a point. I am so much more tan than I was at home. I think if I get anymore sun I will be charcoal. Of course my infamous "super hero" tan on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we just got ourselves a new toy. The GWB got a new Toshiba laptop for less than 400 dollars. Top of the range specs, what a good buy. So there's my old school notebook set up next to his in the room and I am utilising both. Mine has become video central for all our shows and movies and his is the everyday use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As May ends, June looms near. After June comes July which can only mean one thing. &lt;b&gt;VEGAS.&lt;/b&gt; It also would mean it's gonna be official. Four nights and five days in Vegas. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that a small casual reception at my *ahem future mother in law's place. I also get to see my parents after five months. With the two of them travelling, they are allowed more baggage. But since they are gonna be here for two weeks, there is nothing much for them to pack, except clothes. I am seizing this opportunity for them to bring my golf clubs. Finally I can play a little better than I am now. I hope. My game has improved tremendously. I can actually hit the ball straight but I just need to get the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many things to look forward to, I can see it's gonna be fun filled months up ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-4645026307235357528?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/ASFeXAfLecw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/4645026307235357528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=4645026307235357528&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/4645026307235357528?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/4645026307235357528?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/ASFeXAfLecw/burnt.html" title="Burnt" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/05/burnt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQCRn8zeip7ImA9WxJTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-8823126733438625604</id><published>2009-04-21T13:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:56:07.182-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T13:56:07.182-07:00</app:edited><title>Story of My Life</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6XFuoy4GSYZqUZeumt1inq_sdA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6XFuoy4GSYZqUZeumt1inq_sdA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6XFuoy4GSYZqUZeumt1inq_sdA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6XFuoy4GSYZqUZeumt1inq_sdA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have been having great weather for the past week. Over the weekend we decided to get outside to do stuff. It started Sunday when the GWB decided we should go hiking. Initially it was just him and I but turned out Nick and Josey came along. The GWB researched a few places that we can go and in the end suggested that we hike to a waterfall. The place was in a state park somewhere in Oregon just about half an hour to one hour (providing you do not overshoot) drive from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we were all fine and dandy. Went to the gorge to take some pictures by the river. I had John's Nikon to play with and it was awesome. Withink the first 10 minutes into the trip, Josey decided to play cave explorer and climbed up a ledge to check out a small cave that was by the river. As he was coming back down, he jumped off the ledge, a missed footing and he landed into some bushes. Next thing you know his left arm grew bumps and it was a red with itch. That was injury number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike took about an hour or so but the walk up to the falls was worth it. The view of the waterfallis amazing. But that was not the highlight of the day. As if stopping to look at the falls was not enough, the GWB decided to walk a little distance more and suggested that we have lunch by the river. There was supposed to be a bridge connecting the trail to the other side of the river but it was out. When we walked to the end of the trail, someone else suggested that we scaled the side of the trail to the other side and go exploring. Before I could say anything Josey and the GWB were already on the other side leaving Nick and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the GWB told me that I had to be precise with my hand hold and footing, I had a bad feeling that something was not gonna go right. Eventhough the side was about four arms length for me, there was about a 10 feet drop into the river and butt ass cold water. I didn't wanna do it coz I had a bad feeling. Then Nick suggested that I get on his back and he will carry me across like a bagpack. Again the little voice at the back of my mind suggested that I should let the GWB carry me instead. But I didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were already halfway scaling the side of the trail, next thing I know I hit cold water. I first saw moss going from right to left in front of me and then the moss was going downwards. I was like fuck, I am wet and cold. Lucky for us we gradually fell into the river instead of just dropping ass first. I don't know how I fell but I think I landed on Nick and as I was falling I grabbed onto a root and hung on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a slight current and all that was going through my mind was that I am gonna be swept by the river's current 200 feet into a 100 feet waterfall drop. That will be bye bye GWB, nice knowing you. But realistically I don't think the current was strong enough to drag us down river since I had Nick's big ass in the way and the GWB yelling out to Nick to grab hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I manage to stand up Josey just pulled me out from the water like as though I weigh nothing. To them I don't. There were people at the side of the trail looking on and I saw some of them shaking their heads to what they have just seen. They must be thinking, "what dumbass people." Dumbass they were right. Why in the world did I agree for Nick to carry me across? Of all person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the boys had not had enough, the wanted to go across the river. So we walked up a bit further and there was this log going across the river eight feet above it. I was guessing that that would be our way across. Not walk or crawl but stradelling on the log and slowly shifting our weight with our hands and moving across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great like falling into the river for me once is not enough I know have to do this. This time where we were the current was stronger and I was thinking if I really fell in this time I will definitely be thrown off the waterfall. So while the whole time I was going across the log I was praying. Seriously praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all got to the other side, we went exploring some more thinking that there will be an alternate trail that we can take down the mountain. But there was none and we had to make our way back across the river to the original trail that we took. O great more crossing the river. This time instead of crossing the log, we walked across some planks and rocks that we saw three other dumbasses did after we scaled across the side of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I made sure the GWB was behind me and Josey was in front. I was already so traumatized of going into the river and thinking that I will go down the waterfall I do not want to fall in again. Making our way back to the train this time was not as bad as before coz I know I will be ok sandwhiched betweem the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone was back on the trail, Josey and Nick wanted a picture of them and the falls. Instead of standing where it was safe to take pictures, they had to go down into the river, stand at the edge of the falls and the GWB on the opposite side (where you can view the falls) take a picture of them. Seriously one slip from them it's down the falls they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I was thinking, you know all the dumbass things that Americans do and you can only watch it on TV, well I have experienced it first hand now. With my life now constantly surrounded by boys like that, I am guessing that this is just the tip of the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday we were all so sore and then they all wanted to play volleyball. Well since it is nice outside why not. Nick and I had battle wounds. He had a swollen ankle and I had bruised knees. I think I must have got them while falling into the river. Because I don't really remember much about going into the river part. I don't even remember how I got out of that mess until the GWB told me that Josey just yanked me out from the water with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark the date on the calender. April 19 2009, they day I almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-8823126733438625604?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/QIl0TBoYSHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/8823126733438625604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=8823126733438625604&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8823126733438625604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8823126733438625604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/QIl0TBoYSHA/story-of-my-life.html" title="Story of My Life" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-of-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CRX8_eip7ImA9WxVaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-7233528412482392568</id><published>2009-04-08T23:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:36:04.142-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T23:36:04.142-07:00</app:edited><title>Time to Go Home</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oxcpZZeOVantAT3CxhaQjwJ62uE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oxcpZZeOVantAT3CxhaQjwJ62uE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Technically today is the day that I told immigration that I would be leaving the country. On my plane ticket it says that I am to leave in May but on my passport it is stamped that I can stay up until September. We are in the midst to bypass all that and let me stay longer. I hope that immigration doesn't read this and crack down where I am living and deport me immediately. That would suck donkey balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of donkeys, some of the HWM came to the house today and we had an impromptu game day. Seriously some of the no reason arguments they have, oh my God. It's just so funny to see that they can argue about nothing for about an hour. Is this an American thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have been having nice weather for the pass three days, I noticed that I got my usual tan line from wearing my Oakleys while out in the sun. Had them on while we were playing volleyball on Monday. I laughed at the GWB for having a red face and then I noticed I had a tan the next day. So with nice weather the past three days, it's supposedly gonna be raining the next few days. I guess this must be the northwestern weather that the GWB was telling me about. So expecting more cold this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am convinced that technology hates me. My camera's XD card is officially fucked. I tried reformatting it with my notebook, didn't work. Formatted it with the camera itself, same result. So now I am handicapped without my camera. Even the camera on my cell phone doesn't work properly anymore. Has been for a long time now. I have the video cam but it takes shitty pictures. The hard drive on my notebook is dying I can tell. The other day when I was trying to synch my iPod, it said it needed to be reseted to factory settings. In actual fact it didn't. I swear all this can only happen to me when I am away from home. When I went to college, my notebook I had then needed to be reformatted. Is this some sort of punishment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-7233528412482392568?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/MmpfwRuPtk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/7233528412482392568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=7233528412482392568&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7233528412482392568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7233528412482392568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/MmpfwRuPtk4/time-to-go-home.html" title="Time to Go Home" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-go-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHSHs7fip7ImA9WxVaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-2527063631008870349</id><published>2009-04-07T12:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:22:19.506-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T13:22:19.506-07:00</app:edited><title>It's Begun</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oma5EDJ1dw5P2t1cEixBOnboDxs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Oma5EDJ1dw5P2t1cEixBOnboDxs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baseball season. OK I am a week late. Uh not that kinda late but whatever. Anyway it's almost my third week here and I have been up to absolutely nothing. Besides just bullshitting and hanging out with the HWM. For past few days the weather has been actually nice. I manage to get out of the house in shorts, T shirt and flip flops. If I am able to do that here then you know the weather is nice. But the thing with it being nice out, John freezes up the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to Vancouver Lake to get some volleyball going yesterday. First half of the time it was nice but once the sun starts setting it was getting cold. The downside of me playing volleyball (besides the whole height thing) is that my arms bruise. Maybe I am not hitting it right or the lack of meat on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been playing housewife alot lately. Cook and clean. I made sure the GWB has his share of cleaning to do but I actually have to teach him how to do it. Unbelievable. And I thought he is one of the cleanest in the house. Actually he is looking at John and Josh's room. You would need a hazmat suite to enter the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much American food around me, I am craving for food from home. We have been grocery shopping and it would usually consist of veges, meat, cereal, milk, cooking sauces, pasta and rice. But on Sunday after church (yes I even make a point to go to church here) we went to look for an Asian market to get some stuff that we can't usually get at the store, we found so much more cheaper shit to get there. At least we now know where to go get some Asian stuff. And that day I managed to make some kick ass spicy fish curry. So I am not that deprived from home food now. Shit all this food talk is making me hungry and John and Nick are downstairs heating up a pizza. Honestly their pizzas are boring. They like the ones with just meat on it and no vegetables. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the GWB is learning Hokkien. I told him that he has to at least know some by the time we go back to Penang and he can converse some what. That would be a joy to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-2527063631008870349?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/9p8ke2BP_FQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/2527063631008870349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=2527063631008870349&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/2527063631008870349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/2527063631008870349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/9p8ke2BP_FQ/its-begun.html" title="It's Begun" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-begun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHRHo8eyp7ImA9WxVbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-1262104502060373571</id><published>2009-03-26T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:37:15.473-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-26T09:37:15.473-07:00</app:edited><title>It's Been One Week</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4I3cMCCGnxXhJbeIYQJRFbfxtzQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4I3cMCCGnxXhJbeIYQJRFbfxtzQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow time does fly. This time a week ago I was at the GWB's mom's place. I think having breakfast. Since then I manage to squeeze in some stuff to do. We got me signed up for a gym membership. Yeah right me. Gym. Since I have not been training much for the last donkey months, we went there a few days ago. I tried running again, well almost killed myself. Since the air here is cooling, and even though I sweat some, but it wasn't like home where I will be drenched. So partly it was not fun. But since &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; he has paid for the monthly thing we better make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to bowl a few game the other day. My best ever. How weird. Since the GWB works and I don't, with me left in the house what else can I do but clean and organise shit. I finally got everything put away and the room looks so much better now. Living in a house with three boys, you would expect dishes to be in the sink alot. It was so when I first got here but now I made them put the dirty ones in the dishwasher once it's used. So far it's working and the sink doesn't look so cluttered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around I got to meet the family. As the GWB puts it his HWM. Heart Wood Mafia family. Since they all grew up in the same neighbourhood and they are still the best of friends now hence HWM. Last night was poker night. By our powers combine &lt;s&gt;I am Captain Planet&lt;/s&gt; we did pretty alright. Though I made some shitty calls but over all I say I didn't play too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do not have a proper ID except my passport, it's a pain to take it everywhere I go like the bars and restaurants we go to. I know I am old enough to drink but IDs need to be checked. Played a couple rounds of pool which impressed myself. I kicked ass is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GWB is feeding me twice the amount of food that I am used to eating. Give me a few weeks to build my appetite and I will be able to finish a huge serving of what ever's thrown at me. I am so not worried about gaining weight. For obvioius reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally last piece of news.... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE PROPOSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; We were looking at rings on the weekend when we were at the mall. I did see one that I liked so I thought maybe we will get it later. But he actually got it the day itself. Sneaky bastard. Got it resized and all (to kid's size). Yes it is small OK. It was ready by yesterday and surprise of the day got down on one knee and popped the question. I answered and now I have the ring. Long story short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because technology hates me, right now I am supposed to be on the wireless network we have in the house, instead I am leeching off the neighbours. Why? I have no idea. My notebook somehow will not connect to the network which is so much faster. But instead I hace to leech. And another thing, the other day I was trying to transfer pictures from my digital camera, all of a sudden it said that the XD card needed formatting? WTF? So right now I can't use my camera coz the card is fucked. The GWB has this friend who might be able to help me extract the pictures out before it needs reformatting. It's not much inside but I can't use my camera at the moment which sucks. Until the XD card is settled, I'll post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 and I am awake after a night of poker, drinking (more like a drink) and pool a the bar. The GWB is asleep still behind me like a log. I am looking at the weather thing that I have on my computer desktop, it says four degrees outside. He told me it's suppose to be sunny and we are gonna work in the backyard. Apparently his sister bought shitloads of vegetables and stuff like that we can grow so that we don't have to buy them everytime we go to the store. Save money man. OK so it's said to be sunny. But right now all I see is fog on the bedroom window and I can feel the cold air coming in through the cracks of the window. Yeah so much for sunny. I seriously need to get used to the weather here and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm I am hungry. I can't ask too much for breakfast coz I know I can't get "certain foods" here. What a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1262104502060373571?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/7ohmdlyVCvs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1262104502060373571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1262104502060373571&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1262104502060373571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1262104502060373571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/7ohmdlyVCvs/its-been-one-week.html" title="It's Been One Week" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-one-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFRnw-cSp7ImA9WxVUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-7562810210493508145</id><published>2009-03-20T19:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:20:17.259-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T19:20:17.259-07:00</app:edited><title>So I am In Da Couve</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bsdQlVkpdFKoBUaX0sphc0R22y8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bsdQlVkpdFKoBUaX0sphc0R22y8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vancouver, Washington to be exact. OK so I am here but not exactly settled. My stuff are still in my luggage (was over weight but I didn't have to pay anything) and all over the floor of the room. We went to get some stuff to help me get organised earlier today. And by me saying help me get organised is also partky to organise his stuff as well. Like the shit loads of laundry the GWB has piled up and all ready for me. I swear he purposely left it for me coz we made a deal. He cleans the bathroom and I will do laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flight was too long. Worse part was the long leg of the flight I was surrounded by a baby and kids. OMFG I wanted to jump off the plane. Five countries in eight months. How cool is that? This will probably be my last stop for a long while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of countries, the one I am in right now is fucking cold. Put a Malaysian from a tropical weather and suddenly temperature in the single digits? WTF? And hopefully it won't snow anymore. Come on it's spring already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So one house, three boys and then there's me. Further more I am foreign, could easily pass as the foreign maid. I so can forsee myself cleaning up after them. Like right now there is a pile of dishes in the sink and the dish washer. Since the GWB is at work now, I am gonna start getting shit organised and make the room look livable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a request from someone before I left and I quote "for fucks sake, BLOG." Well I am doing it now since I have some free time on my hands. The stomach is rumbling and I have my half eaten Subway. OMG food. His mom made us blueberry pancakes the other day when I first arrived. Coz we had to stay at her place since it's nearer to the airport instead of the GWB driving 4 hours there and back. So that morning breakfast was blueberry pancakes and after I had that I thought, I could really use some curry mee right now. I thought I can handle one month but fuck I was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention that they keep the house in the 60s. That is in ferenhite. I am not sure how much that is in celcius coz that's what the GWB told me. I don't think they belive in heating. But they walk around in hoodies and they are much bigger than I am so. I guess I just need time to get used to it. Well the stomach is growling so that means time to feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-7562810210493508145?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/MedJYqdqdGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/7562810210493508145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=7562810210493508145&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7562810210493508145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/7562810210493508145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/MedJYqdqdGM/so-i-am-in-da-couve.html" title="So I am In Da Couve" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-am-in-da-couve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDR3o6fip7ImA9WxVQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-5030038412588886416</id><published>2009-02-05T19:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:51:16.416-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-05T19:51:16.416-08:00</app:edited><title>New Year - The Chinese One</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CFszLas58pSbx_YU-HpG0NL5udA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CFszLas58pSbx_YU-HpG0NL5udA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sitting here, bored, listening to New Moon. The second part to the Twilight saga. It’s only 1100 and it’s my last day working in Dell. How sweet. I can actually not work for all I care. I feel like I am sitting here just waiting for time to pass by. Five and a half hours more until I leave for home. Then comes the weekend to clean up the pig sty that is my room at the moment. On Monday I will be leaving for the land of Ian Thorpe. Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually along for the free ride. My cousin is leaving for studies and my aunt (mom’s sister) asked if we wanted to go along. Initially it was just my parents going along and they asked if I wanted to go, my father chipped in plane tickets all paid for, hell yeah. So that’s it. My last day working in Dell today, Monday I am going for a two week vacation. Once I come home, it’s another three weeks until I see the GWB. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first before Chinese New Year I didn’t have much money for spending, then this year I again robbed my cousins in poker raking in 600 ringgit. So that makes an extra 600 in spending money. But with the exchange rate, what a buzz kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mom last night, she noticed my room was a mess she just made a comment that once I get back from Aussie land I need to start picking up my room and put stuff into boxes. I cannot imagine my room being empty, well not completely empty but just stuff being put away. Even when I left for school there was stuff on the shelves. But this time I guess everything out in the open will be put away. This is it. It is really happening. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the trips that I will be taking but not the flight. The Australia flight shouldn’t be that bad since it’s around eight hours and it will be an over night one. But the long ass flight to Seattle, OMFG. Just stock up with books and fill up my iPod I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am sitting here at work waiting for time to pass by. I so cannot wait to leave this place. Away from all the bullshit. Will I miss the people? Just only a handful. The thing is I am glad to get away from most of them. Speak of the devil, here they come. Noisy as fuck. I don’t understand why can’t they just come in to work and sit at their desks silently like the rest of the entire floor. We can come in quietly, sit and work. But they have to announce their arrival by making a ruckus. This is what I will not miss that’s for sure.&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/9567714-5030038412588886416?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/nNI1sfVdWFE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/5030038412588886416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=5030038412588886416&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5030038412588886416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5030038412588886416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/nNI1sfVdWFE/new-year-chinese-one.html" title="New Year - The Chinese One" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-year-chinese-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DQ3g5eSp7ImA9WxVSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-8850476057705434406</id><published>2009-01-12T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:26:12.621-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T02:26:12.621-08:00</app:edited><title>New Year (Yes a Little Too Late)</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zimGGn0MXOEVwBkrNEZGcGO0o7g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zimGGn0MXOEVwBkrNEZGcGO0o7g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK since I have put my mind to do this, and then I better do it. I have been procrastinating for way too long. Even I said to do this more often in December, well as we can see that did not happen. I don’t know what happened to the compulsiveness that I use to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in December? The only highlight was Christmas. My aunts, cousins, my mom and I went to watch Mamma Mia. That was interesting. Let me put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight and show tickets = RM600&lt;br /&gt;Food = RM200&lt;br /&gt;With being late  for the first act, scurrying across the busy highway over the pedestrian crossing and walking like there was no tomorrow so that they won’t close the doors on us = Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back home really late that night but as my aunt said “worth every single cent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this Christmas everyone just got smarter. Instead the mountainous amounts of presents under the Christmas tree, this time we all had the same idea to put all the family’s presents in one paper bag. You wouldn’t believe the amount of time my mom and I saved wrapping presents. We save paper as well. Killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Blue Reef opened, I have been the nosy one there. Since I am the nearest person to the restaurant, they would call when they need me. With me working in a customer service industry for the past year, I can honestly say that I have learnt a lot and it has helped me speak out more. With that I think it helped me at the restaurant. But at least they are not as a pain as my work customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am doing this, for the first time ever I am doing this at work. I am technically done with my quota for the day but since I have to stay until the end of the day (which sucks) why not waste time by doing this. This is all gonna be everything all jumbled into one entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I looked in the mirror and said out loud to myself. “Shit I am 26 this year. I don’t feel and look 26.” What the fuck? Twenty fucking six? No way. My brother is married and is already starting a family of his own. Some people my age that I know are already either engaged or married. I guess it’s that turning point in life where it begins. Come this March is when a whole new chapter in my life will begin. I guess life for me starts at 25. A quarter of a century.  How appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see myself, at this point of time in my life, am I going anywhere? I have friends at 25 who is a lawyer, a doctor and one even has her own business. Then there’s me, technical support agent. When I make the big change soon, what’s gonna become of me? Don’t get me wrong I am looking forward to it but I just hope that it will all turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially also thought of posting some pictures but since I don’t have my trusty Photoshop here at work, looks like I would have to do that at home. If that being so, I don’t know when will that ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to have a stay at home weekend on Saturday for once. So all I did was rot in my room watching the shows I have been downloading. Finally I get to catch up with what’s going on. I also had a thought to do that on Sunday but I had to help out at the restaurant instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even manage to squeeze in some tennis in between shifts. After all it’s the start to tennis season. I have not gotten any exercise in so long; yesterday’s result was an aching arm and legs. But it was worth it. Speaking of tennis, I’ll be heading to Melbourne next month for two weeks with my parents. As I was checking the tennis schedules, I will be there a week after the Australian Open ends. O well, no chance of seeing Roddick walking the streets of Melbourne. Do you know how awesome that will be? OK pipe dream over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I move to Vancouver in March I will be all ready for baseball season. Since it starts in April, the GWB and I will have plenty of time to talk some smack before the season actually starts. I am looking forward to all the junk food that I have missed. But since the time that I am leaving will be in March, shit weather. Yes, I am finally moving after all that talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just in two weeks time. Wow, time flies. I can still even remember my last Chinese New Year where I robbed my cousins in poker. I have a feeling that it’s not gonna happen this year as I just jinxed myself. Speaking of time, it’s now only 1822 and I have two more hours so sit on my ass and do nothing. Fuck. O well, I guess it’s Facebook and you tube. How pathetic can I get?&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/9567714-8850476057705434406?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/-ZR5Bo9_nW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/8850476057705434406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=8850476057705434406&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8850476057705434406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8850476057705434406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/-ZR5Bo9_nW8/new-year-yes-little-too-late.html" title="New Year (Yes a Little Too Late)" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-yes-little-too-late.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRHo4eyp7ImA9WxRbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-8943151835095008543</id><published>2008-12-01T07:42:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:07:45.433-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T08:07:45.433-08:00</app:edited><title>A Month of Happenings</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKIaX07QT5eE4dn9epTxzkg69eU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yKIaX07QT5eE4dn9epTxzkg69eU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing that it’s already December and looking back to the past few months with only one entry per month, maybe I should blog a little more since the year is al most up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, we went down to Singapore to welcome a new member to the Chin family. My nephew. My sister in law gave birth on November 5th and my parents became granparents finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848274509998226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGju5AKJI/AAAAAAAAA3c/4I20_A3QYng/s400/PB080070.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Guy (pronounced as Gi) Izaac Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did I mention we missed our flight? Yes we did and guess who fucked up? I am known to miss flights aren’t I? The first time I missed my flight was coming home when visiting the GWB. I missed the first flight out from Portland but thank God there was another one a bit later in time to make my flight out from Seattle. So I am now holding the title of “Miss Flight 2006” and “Miss Flight 2008.” Geddit? I don’t want the title next year for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848233158153298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGhU19FFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KtWtl6FSjbk/s400/PB070005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848242220330530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGh2mi7iI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GgXS-uM_epQ/s400/PB070006.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What kept me company half way through the flight until I got sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848253357653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGigF4_TI/AAAAAAAAA3U/AnUBOCiCsuk/s400/PB070008.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew this was coming and I just couldn't resist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seems that I have been going places in the past six months and I can see that in the future it will bring me to further places. While in Singapore of course hand Yvonne a camera and you will get dozens of travel pictures. We even met Stinker’s “cousin,” my cousins’ dog Mikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849197827701154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQHZehGOaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/KNH2XC4X8FU/s400/PB090113.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I also mention I am a male?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848280594873058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGkFjv-uI/AAAAAAAAA3k/CYfxf4LYC80/s400/PB080040.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penang Road in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849199000313906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQHZi4q4DI/AAAAAAAAA30/nvoby4HxafQ/s400/PB080049.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849202952692946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQHZxm_ZNI/AAAAAAAAA38/HnH7hcyv4BM/s400/PB070012.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She must be on the phone with her agent with her body guard behind her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A week ago one of my ex colleagues got married. I was one of the “sisters” who “tortured” the bride groom. Seems that most people I know are either getting engaged or married. I guess it’s about that time in life when the turning point in life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849854721108946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQH_tosK9I/AAAAAAAAA4E/hLtMb8KrUhI/s400/PB220134.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I got a hair cut earlier last month&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Looking at the calendar Christmas is just a few weeks away. I used to have this countdown calendar. Hilarious. At this time of the year, my mom and I would start scrambling and wrecking out heads for presents to buy. You can always see her carrying a list to the mall with a pen and checking and crossing out names. Me, I did 90% of my shopping the last time we went to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I as half way editing pictures in Photoshop, my freaking notebook BSOD-ed (Blue Screen of Death) on me and what ever I typed in word thankfully recovered thanks to the auto recover feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Damo came up to me after mass on Sunday, “hey can you check my Dell for me?” I did of course being the nice person that I am. When I was in Singapore, my cousin did the same thing to me. I think I should really charge them consultation fee. B2 agreed and said I should start acting like the Dell Service Providers. I added since I am already the Dell Tech Support might as well be the all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the work schedule I have, I even manage to squeeze in some time to watch a movie with my cousins. Madagascar 2. I was almost done with work when one of my cousins called. I especially like one part in the movie. If you have already watched the movie you’ll know what I am talking about. “Stop him, he is carrying scissors and hand cream.” What a way to keep up with current affairs in cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1st of December and I started the month off great. Besides the point that my pockets are almost empty, but other than that, an eventful start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-8943151835095008543?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/p1P095rLmW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/8943151835095008543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=8943151835095008543&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8943151835095008543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8943151835095008543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/p1P095rLmW4/month-of-happenings.html" title="A Month of Happenings" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/STQGju5AKJI/AAAAAAAAA3c/4I20_A3QYng/s72-c/PB080070.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/12/month-of-happenings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIMSHc7cSp7ImA9WxRXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-8332346986063250340</id><published>2008-10-18T09:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:23:09.909-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-18T10:23:09.909-07:00</app:edited><title>Hello....</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h5To2kQrYznv9eG9nwwZOvI0av0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h5To2kQrYznv9eG9nwwZOvI0av0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow looking back, a month of nothing in here. That is certainly rare coming from me. Who was so obsessed and anal in filling up the entries at one point. I’ll just start where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I remembered was the Langkawi trip. After like &lt;s&gt;months&lt;/s&gt; years of planning we finally did it. It was sorta out of the blue. She told me, hey we’re going to Langkawi, wanna go. Me as always will agree. Next thing you know, we were texting each other “o I can’t wait” and the day for the trip came and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was like the snowball effect. Trip after trips. After getting tanned on the beaches of Langkawi, the cartoon family decided to take a road trip to a water park. So we pilled in two cars, drove almost two hours away from the island, had tons of fun in the sun, came home couple hours later hungry and tired. We thought it would end there but we ended up diverting else where to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn’t enough, someone had the bright idea to go to Genting. As there were only two Malaysians and the remaining four being foreigners, Philippinos to be exact, the two Malaysians took charge of the trip. That weekend can be summarized to be fun, exhausting, hilarious and to top it all of, a panic attack on the last day. That certainly was the cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ended the “family” vacation. I had another trip of some sort with the parents. My dad had the idea of taking my mom to Thailand for her birthday. We included her sister along. That one weekend became a shopping haven for us three ladies. I over budgeted myself. Let’s just say 90% of my Christmas shopping is completed. Can you say, efficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a family trip to solo adventure. Just a week or so ago I hopped on a bus, headed to KL, got my US visa re did, became tourist in KL (again) and came home. That one weekend alone plans got foiled over and over again. But it turned out all good. I was supposed to be staying with the neighbour. Neighbour of the year for 2008 goes to you bro. You can take the title this year. It so happened that my godmother went there the day after I was there for work. She brought along my two cousins and I crashed in with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was five destinations in four months. It will be another one more in five months. I am gonna be so fucking broke before March. I am getting all my shit done bit by bit and I pray and hope it works out in the end. It is now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my sister in law is giving birth in a few weeks. I am gonna be an aunt. Again. I just took a glance at the calendar and it just dawned on me that it’s already mid October. Another two more months and 2008 will be over. October also marks two years the GWB and I have been together. Well together is not exactly the right word but I see it as so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pass midnight and I am still up. I have a feeling that I will be up until at a ridiculous hour. Since the GWB and I have been spending way too much on the phone, both with the time and money accounted for, it’s high time we go back to what we do best. Skype. Just two more hours. What to do until then? Watch American junk TV as the GWB would put it. Since it is that time of year where all the shows are back in season, I have been on a download frenzy once again. And the fact that my mom somehow got me to watch the entire season on Sex and the City. I am already up to season two on the third disc, turns out that it’s the same copy as the first disc of season two. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopping pictures take a while too. So I guess that can help me kill time. I can also play some command and conquer. Speaking of which, B1, B2 and I had our little LAN party at one point. Computer games with boys. What could be more fun than one girl beating two boys? All I can say is, I am a stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Stinker one has put on some weight. I don’t think it’s the fluff of fur, I can see it from her face. The first time we had her she was slightly smaller and now, a little rounder. I guess she must be having a good life here. That dog is so spoiled I swear. But she is a chicken shit for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another of my cousins left the country recently. They are all growing up so fast. With one gone, another came back shortly after. Just wait a few more weeks one more will be coming home. Once the boys are back, party for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I have endured seven months of work in this hell hole. I seriously hate stupid people and talking to them. How in the world I thought I could do this job, I have no freaking idea. When it’s good it’s good. When it’s shit, it all goes to hell. I so cannot wait to leave and let it all rot in hell. That is how much I hate the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay up for another two more hours. I could jack my father’s notebook and continue my GDI campaign or read. Yes I do read. I have been buying Nicholas Sparks’ books lately. So far I have finished two out of the five I have bought. Technically I bought six. I gave one to B2 as a birthday gift. Who the hell is Nicholas Sparks? He is the author of that famous movie the Notebook and A Walk to Remember. Then there’s also Message in a Bottle. I have with me, Nights in Rodanthe which the movie will be out end of the month. So I better start cracking on the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that October is also post season for baseball. Since the GWB and I love baseball and he loves the Red &lt;s&gt;Sox&lt;/s&gt; sucks, and they are in the play offs, I am giving him shit about it. They won the World Series last year and I don’t think they are gonna do it back to back. Sorry GWB that’s how it is. It’s Tampa Bay this year. Even though the Mariners sucked donkey balls this year, just as long as the Red Sox don’t take it again this year it’s all good. Just wait next year when I am there just in time for a new season. The Mariners won they game the last time I went to Safeco Field if I recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time I might actually resort to reading. I’ll just post some random pictures. Come to think of it, it looks like the pictures from the trips that I took so far and some other fun times I had in between. Until the next time I post something up again, God knows when that will be, I guess this will do for now. I can already feel the laziness setting in. Since I took a late shower, I need to give my hair a blowjob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544971994582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoayoMnTvI/AAAAAAAAA28/S8K5jkna6AU/s400/P7120009.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us ladies upon arriving camwhored at the beach.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540262511659362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoWggAYyWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/x6rPo-9Gm7Y/s400/n510851524_1055725_4253.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first of &lt;s&gt;many&lt;/s&gt; two trips that the cartoon family took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540266241689938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoWgt5siVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/FCavSQMxfTE/s400/DSC_0315.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our one day theme park pass lasted us two days instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540268704810786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoWg3E8xyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7_7CK5vXlPI/s400/P8230075.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look who I found in Haadyai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258540277688688306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoWhYi33rI/AAAAAAAAA2k/o-2Z1hlCCIc/s400/PA100144.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking hot in the Malaysian sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258542152670772594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoYOhZb_XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/RbeLTmx16vw/s400/P8170084.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The family took a hike in Youth Park&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258542156621135154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoYOwHRvTI/AAAAAAAAA20/XnO2JvPycek/s400/PA030080.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy hour indeed.&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/9567714-8332346986063250340?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/yTNB63vkBUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/8332346986063250340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=8332346986063250340&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8332346986063250340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/8332346986063250340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/yTNB63vkBUE/hello.html" title="Hello...." /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SPoayoMnTvI/AAAAAAAAA28/S8K5jkna6AU/s72-c/P7120009.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGQX89fyp7ImA9WxdbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-5218655543847063572</id><published>2008-08-17T07:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:40:20.167-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T07:40:20.167-07:00</app:edited><title>And Time Just Whizzes By</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cVXiRSGAic_PFYegIPGhGU3gWgE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cVXiRSGAic_PFYegIPGhGU3gWgE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amazing how time flies. I was just bitching about work a couple of weeks ago and now here I am sitting in front of my laptop doing the same thing again. New day, new week, new month. Everything new but same old thing. I guess that is how life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rant previously, yet again I manage to squeeze in a weekend get away with the cartoon family. To sum up the weekend, it was one hell of a weekend with a panic attack to end it all. I could add in confusion at some point. We all know when I go on a trip somewhere, I some how have things planned out ahead of time so that we can get things done in a well organized manner. Seriously who does that on a vacation? Is my OCD that bad? After the trip we all went back to work tired. Not a good idea right after a hectic trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, the GWB has been rubbing news about a certain swimmer that I shall not name in my face. All I can say is it’s because Ian Thorpe is not swimming anymore that’s why it’s like a walk in the park for him. BLAH!!! But one thing good coming out of this is that he will be featured in the newspapers, the Stinker one pees on newspapers. So, all I gotta do is lay newspapers in the bathroom with his face and Stinker does the rest. Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I have not done this in a long long while. The only time I see that I can do this is on weekends when I am not working. Speaking of weekends, for the first time ever the family went on a hike together. Not including my parents. My parents? Hike? Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O we took the Stinker to be spayed a couple of weeks ago. It was one hell of a week for her, my mom and me. Well more of the Stinker one and my mom. My mom was so worried for her. She wasn’t doing too good first few days. Damm vet drugged her up too much. So she is officially sterile now. Sorry, no puppies for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to my old habit again. Trying to squeeze in some time at the poker tables. Wow, I suck so bad now. I haven’t played for the longest time ever. Played with the GWB the other day and couldn’t catch a hand and folded some stupid calls. Maybe I have lost my touch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my very own panic attack last night. I somehow managed to fuck up my iPod. I was trying to jailbreak it again but somehow it was messed up. I called the GWB panicking and he was no help. As determined as I was to get it fixed, I did some research and of course me being a stud I managed to get it fixed. I lost all my MP3s but it didn’t really bother me coz it’s just a matter of synching it all over again. The thing is should I jailbreak it again? I want those other applications on it again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at the calendar and it’s already mid August. Fucking eh, it’s only around four more months until Christmas. Wait, am I a Canuck now? Did I just say fucking eh? I know there are no Canadians around me now. I used to do that in college do make fun of the baseball players coz most of them are Canadians. College days were like three years ago. Geez how time flies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O did I mention that we didn't win a gold medal at the Olympics? HA HA. Some citizen I am huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-5218655543847063572?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/TvyOVyN_8OI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/5218655543847063572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=5218655543847063572&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5218655543847063572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5218655543847063572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/TvyOVyN_8OI/and-time-just-whizzes-by.html" title="And Time Just Whizzes By" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-time-just-whizzes-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYERXY6eip7ImA9WxdUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-5757394099365211471</id><published>2008-07-27T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:41:44.812-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-27T06:41:44.812-07:00</app:edited><title>Yes I Blog</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3wNYlrKSu-M6cOFQTcorYCqCBJc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3wNYlrKSu-M6cOFQTcorYCqCBJc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No I was not on a hiatus. I was just plain LAZY. Ok that and I couldn’t or should I say didn’t have the time to sit on my ass and do this. Let me bring you back to about a month or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved to the email team answering emails for (I don’t wanna name the country out loud coz I hate it) a particular region and ever since I have been working 12 hours a day six days a week. Sick isn’t it? And yes that is how I fell now. Been sick for a week and a half already. How in the world does that happen? I have no freakin clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my regular weekday schedule is wake up, head to work, come home, sleep and repeat about six times a week. When Sunday arrives, it’s church and sometimes in anticipation wait to see if I need to work too. Hello I do have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all that, amazingly I manage to make some really close friends. (Wait, how does one make friends? With flour and water?) Yes me making friends is utterly shocking. They are like family at work and they are the only people I hang out with. We all know how a bitch I can be towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the friends that I have, I even had a weekend getaway to Langkawi with some old school friends. I never knew bullshitting, getting drunk, doing a lot of silly childish things, getting sun burnt, playing in the sand, almost getting sick in the ferry and riding bikes until your ass hurts over the weekend could be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the weekend getaways, I don’t know why but just today I feel so carefree. Not as stressed as the weeks before even during the weekends. Last weekend we had a mini road trip. It was fun no doubt but at the end of the day I was so worn out. I think because I left the house really early in the morning and came home kinda late. But one word, FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past week, was as usual the 12 hour shift. It was scheduled as my last working weekend. I hope the stick to their word. For once in a month or so I feel so relaxed. I get to spend some time home. At one point I didn’t realize how much I miss the house, my room and my bed. Of course I miss the GWB more but that is obvious enough. Spending time at home today was nice. I get to do all the things that I the mind was willing but not the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time now, the weekday schedule will begin soon. It will be bed time for me and then hell breaks lose at work. The thing I look forward to work is seeing the “family.” Yes we are that tight. All in all during the weekday, I think I see and talk to my dog more than I do to my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-5757394099365211471?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/8MDNME-kpKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/5757394099365211471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=5757394099365211471&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5757394099365211471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/5757394099365211471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/8MDNME-kpKI/yes-i-blog.html" title="Yes I Blog" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-i-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQARnY_fip7ImA9WxdRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-9130394846689539489</id><published>2008-06-08T20:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:49:07.846-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T20:49:07.846-07:00</app:edited><title>What's Up?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExhOv3mnSF5LcCBt-C68vsAA0sE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExhOv3mnSF5LcCBt-C68vsAA0sE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... the prices of oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the latest buzz is that the price of oil in the country has officially been raised. Yet again considering that our government is doing a great job at raising all prices in the country except for our salaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Wednesday when the madness began. I started receiving text messages that the prices for petrol will be raised the next day and to get gas the day itself. I actually need to get gas for my car but looking at the ridiculously long queue at &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; gas stations on the way home, I thought twice. I don’t understand why everyone would wanna rush to the gas station and cause a massive pile up. Do they seriously think that by getting gas the day before, they would not need to for the entire life? I mean come on, how much can you save? You are gonna be losing out eventually. You still are gonna need to get gas the following week with the hiked up price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning I filled up my car. It cost me at least an extra 40% more on what I usually pay for a full tank of gas. &lt;b&gt;WTF?&lt;/b&gt; What the hell is the government doing? Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time the GWB told me that gas prices in some parts of Vancouver (Washington – state) is four dollars per gallon, I merely laughed at him. Now it’s happening to me. Karma is a bitch I tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-9130394846689539489?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/xebs3oMTiOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/9130394846689539489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=9130394846689539489&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/9130394846689539489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/9130394846689539489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/xebs3oMTiOk/whats-up.html" title="What's Up?" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQX0zfCp7ImA9WxdRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-1791609942848849402</id><published>2008-06-01T00:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:15:20.384-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-01T00:15:20.384-07:00</app:edited><title>The Week That Was</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2dbNZiC-cP1ll729qqPPvZXq64/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2dbNZiC-cP1ll729qqPPvZXq64/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started on Wednesday. I got to leave early for once after work so I thought I should be able to get at least a two hour nap before my parents wake me up for dinner. I took my usual route home but just that day I don’t know why I somehow had to be in a minor car wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the outer lane and this bitch decides to switch lanes without looking and what happened was that she hit the left front side of my car instead. She even had the nerve to say it was my fault becasue I was occupying two lanes. What kinda excuse is that? Regardless of what lane you are in, when you are switching lanes you should be using your turn signals and look out for on coming traffic on the right. I guess she didn't do any of the above. I swear &lt;s&gt;wo&lt;/s&gt;men drivers are such idiots. Wait what was that coming from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall it wasn’t a big wreck but the thought of the hassle that comes after an accident; the police report and the insurance matters. I was so annoyed that I didn’t get to go home for my nap. I spent my entire time going from place to place to get the report done and shit by the time I got home my parents were already home. It was of course time to shower and head out for dinner. Well there was my nap time, spent running around doing paper work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the police officer was checking my ID and car license registration for any traffic summonses, there was none. But when he did for the bitch who hit my car, she had &lt;b&gt;TWO.&lt;/b&gt; That could be the reason why she didn’t wanna lodge a report earlier but instead she just said we bear the damages ourselves? Are you serious? What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my dad he got a new car. So he gets a new car and I get into a an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday the people at work were really being their usual selves. Big corporate asses. I was having “refresher training” for the past week and a half. I found out the reason why they pulled me out from taking calls. They are transferring me and another girl that was with the same batch as me to the email team instead. Just because we were taking in calls for only two weeks and the entire team didn’t get good feedback they pulled us out. Prior to this they were already getting bad feedback so what difference does this make? How can you compare two week’s worth of work compared to two freakin months? They are mainly using this as an excuse to transfer us out. I call this bull fucking shit. Basically the management only takes care of its “own people.” They can all rot in hell for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday going to work I got more instructions for my “new job.” The worse news was the working hours. 1130 to 2030. &lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;/b&gt; I guess they think that I do no have a life and I can spend my life working for certain kinda people. Another thing is that the country that I will be supporting is none other than India. Please, someone throw me into a fiery tar pit full of flesh eating scum piranhas. I seriously think that this is karma biting me hard in the ass. I don’t care if the person reading this is a pro for that country, all I can say is that my work is gonna be shitty for the next nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Saturday I had to help my aunt move house earlier that day. Yeah they need my strength to move pillows and toys. But I manage to get out of it early as I had prior engagements with people from work. Spending time with them outside of work is actually not stressful. Come Monday seeing certain people at work makes me wanna puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-1791609942848849402?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/XmCY108N-WM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/1791609942848849402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=1791609942848849402&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1791609942848849402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/1791609942848849402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/XmCY108N-WM/week-that-was.html" title="The Week That Was" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-that-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGSH0yfCp7ImA9WxdTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-4653377692789734053</id><published>2008-05-09T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:10:29.394-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-09T05:10:29.394-07:00</app:edited><title>Done with Week One</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KFEGjEAvi_fymQpHxrO1Dg5Mngg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KFEGjEAvi_fymQpHxrO1Dg5Mngg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am done with week one. I can honestly say I am starting to get the hang of things. I just need to familiarize myself with the process and work flow, then I will be fine. On Monday I was nervous as hell and was unsure of what to do. First day jitters it must be. As the week progressed, I have learnt a lot, not only in troubleshooting computers but also on my communication skill. Who knows, maybe this job is good for me after eh? Bring on week two. Now I have jinxed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done unpacking the stuff that my parents got me. Sometimes I really do wonder if I am actually spoilt. &lt;img height="19" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_107.gif" width="19" border="0" /&gt; I would not like to think so but maybe in one ways or another. I know the GWB spoils me. That I would like to think so. &lt;img height="18" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;I finally got all the tags off the caps that I got. Three caps to be exact, one from Florida, one from Hard Rock Café in Chicago and one from Indianapolis where my dad went to the racing tracks and I got a Renault team cap, a T shirt from Hard Rock Café and a souvenir T shirt from my cousin’s basketball tournament, my Adidas running shoes and last but not least Slim Jim and beef jerky. The best of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I bought Slim Jims I was being the nice person that I am gave all away to my cousins. I didn’t have enough for myself so I gave my cousins all that I bought. Aren’t I just the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few days I have been complaining of lack of sleep. Usually by this hour I would be ready to crawl into bed but as for today, seeing that tomorrow is a weekend, I shall stay up for a bit longer and just PTF (pass the fuck-out) until God knows when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9567714-4653377692789734053?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/-bzbUaEsK8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/4653377692789734053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=4653377692789734053&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/4653377692789734053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/4653377692789734053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/-bzbUaEsK8Y/done-with-week-one.html" title="Done with Week One" /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/05/done-with-week-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AFQno4fSp7ImA9WxZaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9567714.post-808774696666542662</id><published>2008-05-05T04:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:15:13.435-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-05T05:15:13.435-07:00</app:edited><title>Meet...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dr4IyhjDOHSEl5_P8qMjy7vHkOg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dr4IyhjDOHSEl5_P8qMjy7vHkOg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SB73JDN48tI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7GJik_Lmm-w/s400/Image032.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course I had to put the GWB and me as my wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only mean that my parents are back. So no more of the freedom that I had for an entire month. It was fun while it lasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I now know where I get the "desease" of stuff being strewn everywhere after coming home from a long trip. My parents' room at the moment was like mine when I got home from college. The amount of stuff &lt;s&gt;they&lt;/s&gt; my mom bought is incredible. One thing about that though, I only requested for the iPod and a pair of running shoes, I got more than I bargained for. It is still unpacked and in a bag at the corner of my bed. My cap collection is definirely growing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I also started my cue today. My first experience in a call center environment. At one point I felt like crying because I had no clue what I was doing even though every thing seemed familiar post training. I think I didn’t do that badly today. The people on the other end were nice, polite and most of all &lt;b&gt;PATIENT.&lt;/b&gt; I am gonna jinx myself now. Just wait for tomorrow, I will get some irritated customers for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time now I was already planning to be in bed. I have to wake up at 0430 every morning now as my shift starts at 0630. By the time I snooze and get ready it will be around 0530. Driving to Dell in the morning at the hour is nice because there’s hardly traffic. So theoretically if my shift starts at 0630, I should be able to get out from work at 1530. Wrong. Like today by the time I left my work place it was 1630. Yes, an hour does make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already so sleepy around 1400. The entire night Stinker and I were trying to hog the quilt. Every time I pushed her away she kept sleeping on the quilt and so I couldn’t move around much. I am guessing she was cold. This is a first for her. Why? Read on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look what happened to Stinker. I sent her on her weekly grooming session and the lady said it was time for a hair cut because there were tangles at the bottom. I sent her in with full body fur and she came out looking like that. &lt;img height="18" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SB73IzN48sI/AAAAAAAAAlA/cNUT4Swjg5E/s400/Image030.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is bald now. Well almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SB73ITN48rI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_Hr5Rz1U3Xg/s400/Image029.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinda looks like a rat doesn't she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SB73HzN48qI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YXsa4wia6h0/s400/Image031.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just ignore my father sleeping in the background&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/9567714-808774696666542662?l=frackcart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~4/OD8zy16_ONM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://frackcart.blogspot.com/feeds/808774696666542662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9567714&amp;postID=808774696666542662&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/808774696666542662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9567714/posts/default/808774696666542662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMindOfYvonne/~3/OD8zy16_ONM/meet.html" title="Meet..." /><author><name>¥võÑňĚ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15192183830066831435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/frackcart/TM.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gtXMwGcwj1U/SB73JDN48tI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7GJik_Lmm-w/s72-c/Image032.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://frackcart.blogspot.com/2008/05/meet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

