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href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-6173733152325820283</id><published>2011-12-13T13:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:17:45.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapism Schmescapism</title><content type='html'>In order to run away from my age, my boring life and the mirror, in the last 3 months or so I&#39;ve been watching any film I can get my hands on. I&#39;m talking, films back to back to back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should get therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it&#39;s all such a blur of films that I&#39;ve decided to make a list. I swear next month I&#39;ll take up reading or, I donno, getting a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiddler On The Roof&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the Madea Films &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Coloured Girls &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Titicut Follies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vagina Monologues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Citizen Kane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the Stanley Kubrick Films&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every Ryan Gosling movie (Stay, Fractured, Lars, Half Nelson, Blue Sunshine, Crazy Stupid Love, The Ides of March, all.of.it) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosemary&#39;s Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nosferatu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Haunting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exorcist (Really at this point it&#39;s a comedy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridget Jones Diary (Yes, again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Man (It&#39;s not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. I mean, at least it&#39;s not Transformers. And that fler Iron Man and Gwnyeth Paltrows chemistry saved the film from being a complete cliched bore.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Fish Called Wanda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Birdcage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine (Don&#39;t know what the fuss is about. Apart from the obvious fact that Space = Cool.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything Monty Python&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entourage 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad Men 1 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cosby Show (Again. And most of the seasons)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dexter (All the Seasons)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All seasons of Father Ted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deconstructing Harry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American History X &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derstung Undergang (Yes, I&#39;m aware I butchered the title)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber (I just don&#39;t get it this time around)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Wong Foo With Love ( &amp;lt;3 )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Elephant Man (Nothing about Anthony Hopkins changes I swear)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends With Benefits and uh, it&#39;s carbon copy No Strings Attached (I think the directors had some kind of bet over who could make the same film premise and get better box office numbers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some episodes of 2005&#39;s Dr. Who &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace (Again. All the seaons)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand up shows by R. Peters, L.C.K, Kathy Griffin, George Carlin, Bill Maher, Bill Cosby, Robin Williams, Mitch Hedburg, Dave Chapelle, Kat Williams, Ricky Gervais, Chris Rock...everyone. And like, &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;their specials. Not for the first time most of them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super High Me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Invention of Lying &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Bruges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awakenings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tesis (Dumbshit film.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straight Story &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Private Parts (Then spent a night and day listening to a ton of Howard Stern shows)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pollock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenna Marbles &amp;amp; Luan Legacy on Utube...like everything they&#39;ve ever done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fargo (That film pissed me off)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adventureland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City Lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Swan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Jones (Again. I&#39;ll take Richard Gere bipolar or unipolar man, dang. Fine ass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fisher King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Big Lebowski&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good, Bad &amp;amp; The Ugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amadeus (Total rockstar film, something about the fashion of this era. Rock.Star.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Infidel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (Fuss, again, what the hell you about?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock, Stock, Two Smoking Barrells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mystic River&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reign Over Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men Who Stare At Goats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister Act (Whoopi Goldberg sometimes strikes me as an insane henwit, but her films are classic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scott Pilgrim Vs The World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Requiem For A Dream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rent (The acting may have been a bit shit but hello the songs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City Lights (Oh Charlie Chaplin...like Michael Jackson...there&#39;s just something about you I find sexual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chaplin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Gigolo (Wow bad film, but dang sexy Gere!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beetlejuice (Why not again?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birdman of Al Catraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donnie Darko (I don&#39;t think I got it. Not fully. Maybe not even at all. Should watch it again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Runaways (Kristen Stewart was so sexy here. Like damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fisher King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dogma (Again. Wow that film needed James Lipton up in that bitch. Like join an acting class or something man. Even Affleck and Damon looked dodgy. And those bitches can act.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight (I was practically delirious with fever and coerced okay. But godawful film. Even through the cramps and chills I was like, what the fuuuuuuuck.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Maude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let The Right One In&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raging Bull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your Highness (I just don&#39;t get it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Powder (But not the whole film so I guess it doesn&#39;t count. I was too busy laughing at ridiculousness of calling an albino Powder.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zelig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baraka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy A &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four Christmases (These kinds of comedies don&#39;t really say much. They&#39;re sort of entertaining, but strike me as the films you watch if you hate your life and want it to pass by you without a fuss. Even with Vince Vaughns genius. What&#39;s a good romantic comedy? Oh I know, crazy stupid love was alright, but probably cos Steve Carell is brilliant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four Lions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pygmalion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please Give&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave Chapelles Block Party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Getter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&#39;m Not There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death At A Funeral&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Assassination of Jesse James &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worlds Greatest Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zeitgeist 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Science of Sleep (Again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people vs. Larry Flint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Love You Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worlds Greatest Dad (SPOILER : The scene where the kid dies is a surprise I&#39;ll give it that, but what person just leaves his son dangling by his asphyxiation rope and proceeds to bawl like an idiot for 5 minutes. Ever heard of CPR teacher-man, hellluuuuuu.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ed Wood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tin tin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Aristocrats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four Lions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something&#39;s wrong with me if I&#39;m watching this many films within the time frame of a couple of months. I mean there&#39;s tons more films, these are just what I remember. Which is sick. Help! And I&#39;ve got so many more films set for viewing today. EGAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/6173733152325820283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=6173733152325820283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6173733152325820283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6173733152325820283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2011/12/escapism-schmescapism.html' title='Escapism Schmescapism'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-8998568559555476678</id><published>2011-10-29T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:08:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First 25</title><content type='html'>Can an age be a first if it&#39;s also going to be your last and only? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, our really young youth is now firmly behind us. We are 25 (December is like tomorrow Wei Ni), so we are trying to pack as many &#39;firsts&#39; as we can with this last year of...whatever it may be. Here&#39;s the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popo had her : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought her first nice phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought her first laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Became 60% rawist (OLD MOFO. MUST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Doc Martens (Fake la.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First passport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought first plane ticket (But it&#39;s for next year. What&#39;s that thing kids like to do? -_-&quot;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First paycheck for performing musically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time shooting a gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) It&#39;s a big deal for me la okay! I&#39;m quite pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Ni&#39;s :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time flying a plane (My first time sitting in a tiny plane and also first time facing my mortality)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time shooting a gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First solo holiday (How cool?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I-phone (Also first phone she&#39;s bought herself? Discounting the 90dollar Nokia) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good reminder that no matter how old we get, there will always be a first thing for us to try out. Like...first missing tooth, first wrinkle, first breast lift, first teen murder-spree. It&#39;s all a party up in this bitch. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/8998568559555476678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=8998568559555476678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8998568559555476678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8998568559555476678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-25.html' title='The First 25'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-5374848851797626448</id><published>2011-10-22T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:27:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Wanna Be Hip! But We&#39;re Breaking Our Hips.</title><content type='html'>This year, Wei Ni and I discovered Tumblr. It was mostly because of 2 things :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Google the god of our time froze this blog, and our email account. Rendering us helpless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. All the motherfucking tiny tots were going on this thing called Tumblr and we are at that age where we are ever ready to jump on the Tiny Tot bandwagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately in our search for Tiny-tot-dom we have created too many god-damn blogs, and then google chooses to unfreeze our blogspot account leaving us with a shit-tonne of blogs. So now I have to document our blogs in case we ever forget them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Ni&#39;s blogs :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bitchiaintfriendly.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;Bitch I Ain&#39;t Friendly&lt;/a&gt; (Main tumblr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://peepboutique.com&quot;&gt;Peep&lt;/a&gt; (Wei Ni grew up to become a boutique owner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://peepb.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;Peepb&lt;/a&gt; (I think it has something to do with fashion) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popo&#39;s blogs :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://iamthelord.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;I Am The Lord&lt;/a&gt; (Main tumblr -and FYUI I now think I&#39;m Jesus. True story.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://iamthelordscrapbook.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;I Am The Lords Scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pop-shop.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;By Popsicles &lt;/a&gt;(My art blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bangersforbreakfast.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;From La-la to Whoa&lt;/a&gt; (My music blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://popshop-popsicles.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Pop Shop&lt;/a&gt; (Where I try to sell things miserably) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention our twitter accounts :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er....@bitchiaintfriendly and @Politeiakody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our youtube accounts :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pocacacha &amp;amp; Intuchinq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE HELLO, I NEED TO DEVELOP SOME SPLIT PERSONALITIES TO HANDLE THIS SHIT. And Wei Ni wont let me delete anything. Because I apparently deleted all our old youtube videos and since we&#39;re dull old people now we can&#39;t reminisce. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/5374848851797626448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=5374848851797626448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5374848851797626448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5374848851797626448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-wanna-be-hip-but-were-breaking-our.html' title='We Wanna Be Hip! But We&#39;re Breaking Our Hips.'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-2834420273675799825</id><published>2011-10-22T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:10:59.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Moved</title><content type='html'>To &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iamthelordscrapbook.tumblr.com&quot;&gt;http://www.iamthelordscrapbook.tumblr.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changing loyalties for a while. They have a reblog button. :). &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/2834420273675799825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=2834420273675799825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/2834420273675799825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/2834420273675799825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-have-moved.html' title='We Have Moved'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-1144559292455792786</id><published>2010-10-26T08:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:27:34.862+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Anxious Aggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I cannot teach you violence. I can only teach you not to bow your heads before anyone even at the cost of your life.&quot; &lt;b&gt;Mahatma Gandhi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word my Indian brother. I&#39;m becoming about as bald as Gandhi right now. Pffft. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/1144559292455792786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=1144559292455792786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/1144559292455792786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/1144559292455792786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/anxious-aggie.html' title='Anxious Aggie!'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-7595441124963422575</id><published>2010-10-21T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:38:59.373+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NoisyShit"/><title type='text'>Divinator Wanted</title><content type='html'>Aiyoh, every morning I wake up I have to slowly seperate what was a dream and what actually happened that night. Is this an effect of age?? I am 24 years old. And as a 24 year old a 14 year old wished me a wonderful birthday {heart} and told me that age was just a number. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;How we come and we go.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least her going was quick after the slap I gave her snapped her neck in two. :). &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/7595441124963422575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=7595441124963422575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/7595441124963422575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/7595441124963422575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/divinator-wanted.html' title='Divinator Wanted'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-8625621907592994581</id><published>2010-10-18T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:44:47.807+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>5 Hour Countdown</title><content type='html'>In 5 hours I will be 24 years old, that&#39;s almost 25, and as Jessica Simpson says,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt; &quot;25, that&#39;s like, almost mid-twenties.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not making fun of her, but I have to say she&#39;s got number problems. First  with 25....then proclaiming those mom jeans she wore were a size 4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Stop it! It&#39;s not nice. I&#39;m just a bitter old lady...who is going to see Paramore tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/8625621907592994581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=8625621907592994581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8625621907592994581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8625621907592994581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-hour-countdown.html' title='5 Hour Countdown'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-1591286471177579767</id><published>2010-10-15T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:24:08.275+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NoisyShit"/><title type='text'>No To Adam Glambert</title><content type='html'>Our genius Malaysian government thinks Adam Lambert will turn everyone gay with his Glamnation tour. Bitch please, if Bini Puaka hasn&#39;t already turned every straight man then nothing will. &lt;div&gt;I wish idiots would grow a brain or pass away. Then I can stop looking like a crazy angry person all the time. I&#39;m really quite lovely you know. :D.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/1591286471177579767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=1591286471177579767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/1591286471177579767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/1591286471177579767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-to-adam-glambert.html' title='No To Adam Glambert'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-6371728906414988520</id><published>2010-10-13T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:38:37.380+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Enough Is Enough</title><content type='html'>Dang, stupid distractions will take your life over if you let it!&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.&quot; -albert einstein- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;. This is where I stop working morning, noon and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/6371728906414988520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=6371728906414988520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6371728906414988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6371728906414988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough Is Enough'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-4236646377681711616</id><published>2010-10-04T18:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:29:04.390+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>I Always Make My Way Around It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I tell you I&#39;m getting very sick of being nauseous and vomiting. My condolences go out to pregnant women. And everyone who works through vomits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Today I wanted to run no matter how sick I was, unfortunately I don&#39;t have my work out clothes :(. I only have 6 days to get in shape for a marathon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Also I&#39;ve been up with work related doings since 6.30 am and I&#39;ll probably be up with work related doings far far far on into the wee morning. Therefore I am very bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a bitter, nauseous, vomiting, fat girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So this is my bitter post. It&#39;s supposed to be therapeutic. You know, the venting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now that I&#39;ve got that childish display out of the way I guess I have to get back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;BUT I DON&#39;T WANT TO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;There should days you can use up at the office under the &#39;Cos I really just don&#39;t wanna&#39; section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pffft. Some days you just have to claw and bite your way through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Every now and then we all want something, even if there&#39;s no way of gettin&#39; it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I stomp my feet could that make me, Be the way around it,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could I get myself around it.&quot;&lt;/b&gt; Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/4236646377681711616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=4236646377681711616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4236646377681711616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4236646377681711616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-always-make-my-way-around-it.html' title='I Always Make My Way Around It'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-5683109835853053668</id><published>2010-09-29T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:48:05.239+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><title type='text'>Slow Down You Crazy Child</title><content type='html'>That&#39;s all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/5683109835853053668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=5683109835853053668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5683109835853053668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5683109835853053668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-down-you-crazy-child.html' title='Slow Down You Crazy Child'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-5685014259729553234</id><published>2010-09-29T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T02:33:18.119+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><title type='text'>Missing Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Funny Thing About Human Beings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A man asked my friend Jaime Cohen: ‘What is the human being’s funniest characteristic?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cohen said:&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt; ‘Our contradictoriness. We are in such a hurry to grow up, and then we long for our lost childhood. We make ourselves ill earning money, and then spend all our money on getting well again. We think so much about the future that we neglect the present, and thus experience neither the present nor the future. We live as if we were never going to die, and die as if we had never lived.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Paulo Coelho-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I have to remember to live in the present. Remember the moment. Live in the present. It doesn&#39;t matter how insanely busy I&#39;m going to be the next two weeks because; Presently I would like...to Karaoke. But it&#39;s 2.30am and no one will Karaoke with me. Boo sama korang. I need to sleep so that I can be a fresh illustrator, event organiser and musician this week! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/5685014259729553234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=5685014259729553234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5685014259729553234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5685014259729553234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-bedtime.html' title='Missing Bedtime'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-4871672692191423182</id><published>2010-09-29T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:23:20.697+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><title type='text'>Voice Of A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKIWRd9qvQI/AAAAAAAABrw/zSdtrcTih_k/s1600-h/PT-Dad-16%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;PT-Dad-16&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;PT-Dad-16&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKIWSbqYAvI/AAAAAAAABr0/0ECg-5EgfM0/PT-Dad-16_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;489&quot; height=&quot;373&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;I find these scraps of writing all over the house… they are a glimpse into his mind, the disquiet he tries to hide from me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where is everyone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What’s going on?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How lost he feels.&quot; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Philip Toledano-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/4871672692191423182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=4871672692191423182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4871672692191423182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4871672692191423182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/voice-of-friend.html' title='Voice Of A Friend'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKIWSbqYAvI/AAAAAAAABr0/0ECg-5EgfM0/s72-c/PT-Dad-16_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-8551481871208629838</id><published>2010-09-28T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:35:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh6.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKE4E-YtqtI/AAAAAAAABro/6pIgNDujgR4/s1600-h/PT-Dad-13%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto&quot; title=&quot;PT-Dad-13&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;PT-Dad-13&quot; src=&quot;http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKE4Fo3IztI/AAAAAAAABrs/GjQZDv4ueB8/PT-Dad-13_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;536&quot; height=&quot;409&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;After a while, I realized I couldn’t keep telling him that his wife had died. He didn’t remember, and it was killing both of us, to constantly re-live her death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I decided to tell him she’d gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;‘Days with my father’ is a journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A record of our relationship, and the time we spent over the last three years.&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt; -Philip Tolenado-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It&#39;s too early in the morning to head into the city for a UN Conference. Why do people who like to save the world also like to do it at the crack of dawn?&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/8551481871208629838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=8551481871208629838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8551481871208629838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/8551481871208629838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-regrets_28.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TKE4Fo3IztI/AAAAAAAABrs/GjQZDv4ueB8/s72-c/PT-Dad-13_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-3323519818343658337</id><published>2010-09-27T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:46:42.649+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Through The Lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear I get sleepier, and sleepier, and tireder and tireder by the day. This is like ancient times yo. Speaking of ancient times, in busy days of media and events I remember my dream to go visit the holy, quiet space of Tibet. Maybe there people talk a little bit less, and say a little bit more. I wanted to put up a photograph taken by Steve Mccurry, because I bought &#39;National Geographics Greatest Photographs&#39; yesterday, and what do you know? I haven&#39;t seen the national geographic girl in it, but what Steve said about the Dalai Lama was so much better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;He never made me feel that he had something more important to do than be with me in that moment.&quot; &lt;/b&gt;-Steve Mccurry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/3323519818343658337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=3323519818343658337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/3323519818343658337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/3323519818343658337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-lens.html' title='Through The Lens'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-2284441906031640736</id><published>2010-09-24T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:38:20.759+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><title type='text'>They Call Me Black Jesus, White Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJy3GuA0fwI/AAAAAAAABrQ/QivQ7gLPCb4/s1600-h/mccurry_yemen%5B4%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px&quot; title=&quot;mccurry_yemen&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;mccurry_yemen&quot; src=&quot;http://lh5.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJy3HnG6qYI/AAAAAAAABrU/YeERNhsFmuk/mccurry_yemen_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;515&quot; height=&quot;351&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Yemen, 1993, Steve Mccury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/2284441906031640736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=2284441906031640736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/2284441906031640736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/2284441906031640736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-call-me-black-jesus-white-moses.html' title='They Call Me Black Jesus, White Moses'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJy3HnG6qYI/AAAAAAAABrU/YeERNhsFmuk/s72-c/mccurry_yemen_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-4718645073542797551</id><published>2010-09-24T07:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:09:24.988+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><title type='text'>From A Land Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJvpr8wA92I/AAAAAAAABq8/EInHy7H0diU/s320/tree_of_life.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520262709523838818&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;                            &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The Tree of Life 1909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;               &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Gustav Klimt 1862-1918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;                               &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Art Noveau &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/4718645073542797551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=4718645073542797551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4718645073542797551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4718645073542797551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-land-far-away.html' title='From A Land Far Away'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJvpr8wA92I/AAAAAAAABq8/EInHy7H0diU/s72-c/tree_of_life.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-5182127533095397803</id><published>2010-09-22T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:05:40.319+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel"/><title type='text'>My Heart Is A Thousand Miles Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJlHujFZ45I/AAAAAAAABq0/mJhrxiXevkQ/s1600/polulu.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJlHujFZ45I/AAAAAAAABq0/mJhrxiXevkQ/s320/polulu.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519521683336717202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There&#39;s nothing I would like more this morning than to run away to a nice quiet beach and just stay there for a week. This is Polulu beach in Hawaii, and in my heart...I&#39;m there. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/5182127533095397803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=5182127533095397803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5182127533095397803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5182127533095397803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-heart-is-thousand-miles-away.html' title='My Heart Is A Thousand Miles Away!'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6U1uk5S-ig/TJlHujFZ45I/AAAAAAAABq0/mJhrxiXevkQ/s72-c/polulu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-4657489021256425208</id><published>2010-09-21T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:23:48.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stab In The Dark</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of a serial killer last night. He was trying to kill me, and boy was he a sneaky bastard. He followed me doggedly everywhere, and the scenes went by like the worst of horror films! It ended with me running on the road on all fours, like I was some kind of mutant beast. Like a panther, or a jungle cat. I always run like that in my dreams. I wonder what it means...will I develop superpowers one day? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;There&#39;s still a little bit of your taste, in my mouth. There&#39;s still a little bit of you laced, with my doubt....There&#39;s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. There&#39;s still a little bit of your face, I haven&#39;t kissed....There&#39;s still a little bit of your song, in my ear. There&#39;s still a little bit of your words I long to hear. Step a little closer to me, so close I can&#39;t see what&#39;s going on.&quot; Damien Rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/4657489021256425208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=4657489021256425208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4657489021256425208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/4657489021256425208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/stab-in-dark.html' title='Stab In The Dark'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-6779224480808120983</id><published>2010-09-21T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:56:06.131+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>The Purple Pills Thrashed The Grand Ideas Out Of Me</title><content type='html'>I literally went &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Hey, who loved Screech from Saved by the Bell? Aih, the good old days of Cosby, Perfect Strangers...Who&#39;s the Boss?...Cheers...I Love Lucy...Fresh Prince...Murphy Brown...Flying Nun...Xena : Warrior Princess....&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;screeeeeeeeeeeccccccccchh&lt;/b&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What?? Don&#39;t judge me motherfuckers. Being a kid was nice, don&#39;t get me wrong being an adult is a damn good time, but being a kid was nice. I don&#39;t see why adults don&#39;t get treated like children more often! I would like to be fed and bathed and hugged and watch TV all day and be given ice cream whenever I fell down too hard and a bottle to put me to sleep to....&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeccccch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What??? &lt;div&gt;Whatever. The 30-day countdown to my 24th birthday is coming. I&#39;m about to have my yearly meltdown folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized&quot; -Adolf Hitler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if I&#39;m looking to achieve something before I&#39;m 24...I&#39;m surely not a Hitler! That&#39;s &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;I&#39;ve done mother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/6779224480808120983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=6779224480808120983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6779224480808120983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/6779224480808120983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/purple-pills-thrashed-grand-ideas-out.html' title='The Purple Pills Thrashed The Grand Ideas Out Of Me'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-368998458184416128</id><published>2010-09-17T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:49:37.203+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><title type='text'>Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When someone sees the same person everyday, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person&#39;s life. And then they want the person to change, if someone isn&#39;t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. The Alchemist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear if I have to listen to another girl complain about how her boyfriend puts on his pants the wrong way I&#39;ll slap them both. If someone isn&#39;t who you need them to be, you need to let go, but that&#39;s life; Always changing the sneaky bastard. Everything will turn out okay.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; Erm, but some people, like Hitler, you &lt;b&gt;must &lt;/b&gt;change ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/368998458184416128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=368998458184416128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/368998458184416128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/368998458184416128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go.html' title='Let Go'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-7871820203357676805</id><published>2010-09-16T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:51:15.752+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historical"/><title type='text'>A Day To Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I soon discovered that my husband was an indefatigable sight-seer. Unfortunately his only guide book was so old that it might have been used by the ancient Romans; its information was out-of-date or incorrect, or both; we found ourselves at museums that had long ago been turned into apartment houses or had ceased to exist. This merely amused Vyner, for he was a man who positively preferred things not to be perfect. He liked cars that broke down, electric lights that fused, houses with primitive plumbing. He refused to consult a time-table or book tickets in advance; so, on our travels, we just used to sit at railway stations and wait for a train to come along. It was on our honeymoon that I learned what patience meant. He would never let me know where we were going, as he wanted everything to be a surprise. Thus I would find myself let in for a long walk in high-heeled shoes, or clumping round some famous art gallery in hob-nailed boots; but it was impossible to be annoyed with him; he had such gaiety, such sunshine of the mind.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen of the Head Hunters by Sylvia Brooke, Wife of the last While Rajah of Sarawak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I used to be exactly like the Rajah, Vyner Brooke, but I&#39;m much cured now. Only because it was beaten out of me with threats and sometimes physical assault by my BFF. But what&#39;s life without imagination? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/7871820203357676805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=7871820203357676805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/7871820203357676805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/7871820203357676805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-to-myself.html' title='A Day To Myself'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-5339384761303523531</id><published>2010-09-16T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:43:57.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Vegan Break Again</title><content type='html'>There is something very strange about your life if your day is exactly the same as it would be on your day off as it is on a working day. Is that a good thing or a bad thing though? I could do something spontaneous and unexpected, but even that would be typically predictable of me. Bah I say, Bah!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/5339384761303523531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=5339384761303523531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5339384761303523531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/5339384761303523531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-vegan-break-again.html' title='On A Vegan Break Again'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-367632236342274150</id><published>2010-09-16T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:36:30.020+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>Train My Body or Exercise My Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I believe in two things; discipline, and the bible. Put your trust in the Lord, your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/367632236342274150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=367632236342274150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/367632236342274150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/367632236342274150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/train-my-body-or-exercise-my-mind.html' title='Train My Body or Exercise My Mind?'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904419811014241061.post-174666237963353592</id><published>2010-09-16T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:09:57.704+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NoisyShit"/><title type='text'>Crack is Whack!</title><content type='html'>How tragic is it that on the eve of a national holiday you&#39;re watching Kathy Griffin life on the D-list reruns and preparing to watch Sex in the City 2, Shawshank &amp;amp; Goodfellas before reading some of the dullest books a library card can get you because you&#39;re broke and you can&#39;t drink anyway? &lt;div&gt;Well it&#39;s not very tragic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s just a night to be sulky and difficult. And I don&#39;t even have anything even remotely interesting to post up, and I don&#39;t care! So hah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathy Griffin talks a lot of shit, here I bet I could do it! Perez Hilton looks like a Chi Hua Hua on growth hormones! &lt;i&gt;Ba-da-ching&lt;/i&gt;. After being BFF&#39;s with Paris Hilton Lindsay Lohan needs a Gynecologist more than she needs a Psychiatrist because she&#39;s got a higher chance of Chlamydia than she has a shot with ADD. &lt;i&gt;Ba-da-ching&lt;/i&gt;. If Bill Gates was my father and he told me I was getting just a million from his fortune I&#39;d take him to the state hospice and tell him that&#39;s what a million from his fortune was getting him. &lt;i&gt;Ba-da-plang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How rude, why would I say such things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, somebody needs to tell Oprah that she isn&#39;t fat because she&#39;s got a Thyroid problem, she&#39;s fat because she had a orgasm over deep fried butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&#39;s all folks, we&#39;re here every night! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/feeds/174666237963353592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1904419811014241061&amp;postID=174666237963353592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/174666237963353592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1904419811014241061/posts/default/174666237963353592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuchinq.blogspot.com/2010/09/crack-is-whack.html' title='Crack is Whack!'/><author><name>intuchinq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05589837309959927936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>