<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:45:48.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Kie</title><subtitle type='html'>What started off as an experimented ended up becoming one of my favourite spots to vent and ponder. It used to be fluff - but somehow my modest little blog has grown into quite the epic chronicle. I hope it has a happy ending!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-5982611129107297613</id><published>2010-05-19T07:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:04:53.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The pre-birthday blues hitting hard...</title><content type='html'>There's just something about this time of year that makes the sheer act of getting out of bed a mammoth undertaking. I'm officially glum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days I will turn 28, not an especially significant or remarkable milestone by any account, but somehow yet another ominous step towards the mighty 30 that I so dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the glumness is not only birthday related; that I could still deal with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing my mom so much over the past few weeks. It started the week before Mother's day when the youngest attended his first formal school dance. My eyes well up a bit at the thought, even now weeks later. We shopped for a formal shirt, tie and even suit pants made the rounds in the changerooms. Every time he stepped out I choked back tears thinking of how mom would've loved this moment. Lil one all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil one is having too many milestones for me to keep up with these days. Each one bringing fresh loads of tears and sadness and longing for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing for mom was unbearable over mothers day this year. Can't put my finger on why this mothers day hit harder than the ones before. 3 years since you passed and i still miss yu every day mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life around here is tough. Things haven't gotten any easier. Sisterling has been stealing food, badly it seems. I can't tell you how much guilt that induces. I should've locked the kitchen, I should've been keeping a closer eye on her. See I spent most of the weekend supporting brotherling at his sporting events, unable to be in two places at once poor sisterling was left alone for too long. It's all just so difficult to explain sjoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just overwhelmed most of the time, overwhelmed, exhausted and gatvol of struggling and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the glum-indicing reasons don't stop there. I had kind of convinced myself that moaning was NOT the way forward and that I would plaster a smile upon my face and act happy until I damn well felt it; but the gods were conspiring against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my romantic life was one arena that seemed to finally be coming together. Hooked up with a most Delicious and Divine man a few weeks ago and had been having the most awesome flirtations and butterfly-inducing encounters. Finally feeling the warmth and love that only a wonderful man IN your life can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my ex decided to start messaging me. He's feeling better and is on the road to recovery it seems, so much healthier that he has apologized for his behaviour and expressed remorse and regret and all the things I needed so badly for him to express 3 months ago. He wants me to join him in Spain for a holiday so we can talk and find closure. Not sure if I added that or he did but it's all just so mighty confusing. Do I go to spain and find closure at the risk of losing Mr Divine? Or do I chalk the ex's bad behaviour down to sheer douchery and move forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, on the cusp of yet another fucking birthday, trapped in my life, confused and so glum i am struggling to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous? I have no idea but writing it all out helped a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-5982611129107297613?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5982611129107297613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=5982611129107297613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5982611129107297613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5982611129107297613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/pre-birthday-blues-hitting-hard.html' title='The pre-birthday blues hitting hard...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-5639680317669114743</id><published>2008-04-10T18:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:45:35.024-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Painkillers are my tic tacs</title><content type='html'>As usual, I only came here to moan briefly before returning to the rest of my evening. My back is so sore I want to chop it off and just attach my arms and head to my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few articles left to write still before I can drift off, and am finding it very hard to concentrate! I have a looooong exhausting day tomorrow, i need rest and I need to flippen finish these articles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sonnet to my current misery:&lt;br /&gt;moan moan moan,&lt;br /&gt;grumble&lt;br /&gt;moan moan&lt;br /&gt;whine&lt;br /&gt;moan moan moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah that feels a bit better, thanks for listening ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-5639680317669114743?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5639680317669114743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=5639680317669114743&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5639680317669114743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5639680317669114743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/painkillers-are-my-tic-tacs.html' title='Painkillers are my tic tacs'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-3792353171886657295</id><published>2007-07-18T07:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:24:38.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'>trippy shit</title><content type='html'>I had such a bad nightmare at the end of my sleep today i can't concentrate on work until i get it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was a whole long involved epic, b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ut at the end it started raining really hard. My little brother had to spend the night in hospital and carmen and my mother were going to spend the night there too. I dropped them off at the hospital and went to buy some cigarrettes, and this boy starting flirting with me. He came home with me ~ literally for coffee LOL ~ and we were looking out our kitchen window when i saw my mother, looking rosy cheeked and fiddling with the plants. She turned to me, waved goodbye and walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought about it for a while and realized my mom had died in the hospital and had come to say goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say i wsa very freaked out when i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there its off my chest****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-3792353171886657295?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3792353171886657295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=3792353171886657295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/3792353171886657295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/3792353171886657295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/trippy-shit.html' title='trippy shit'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-6642068444384512319</id><published>2007-07-17T18:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:15:26.335-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kie on the importance of random acts of kindness...</title><content type='html'>Not to toot my own trumpet but I am usually a pretty nice person. I let people in when stuck in traffic, i smile at people, i am always nice to waiters and i don't use my hooter unless its to avoid an accident. Yesterday i had a profound experience at the grocery store...  I realize now, I have completely underestimated how much of an effect i feel from doing nice things for others. And how awful the world really can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - maybe i am too tired to articulate properly. Yeah actually thats exactly it but i am going to keep writing anyway (:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was in my usual mad rush, 5 million places to be and at least 50 unchecked items on the grand list of things to do that day... i ran back to get some onions and as the clerk was weighing and bagging them i saw a man in a wheelchair, maybe cerebal palsy (sp?) having a light seizure.  His few groceries where falling everywhere while he tried to get control of his body, everyone was just walking by and pretending not to notice...  oblivious! Not even the store manager, standing right beside him (!) was helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt too embarrased to tell anyone, but you know ~ my blog is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his groceries, perched them back on his lap, smiled big and blushed and asked him if he was ok. He gave me this huge smile and said yes. By then my groceries were through the checkout and they were waiting on the onions while watching.  I jogged back, paid for the groceries and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good for the rest of the day ~ and even felt the ripples of it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days earlier i drove past another man in a wheelchair, struggling up a really steep hill. It was peak traffic time and chaotic drivers were just speeding past. I thought 'i really want to stop and push him up that hill', but i didnt.  I kept it in the back of my mind and am so stoked that i did in some small way get to do something really nice and unexpected for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-6642068444384512319?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6642068444384512319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=6642068444384512319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6642068444384512319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6642068444384512319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/kie-on-importance-of-random-acts-of.html' title='Kie on the importance of random acts of kindness...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-5350542522786202896</id><published>2007-07-16T20:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:23:29.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'>How is this possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive shitty paragraph structure and nonsensical thought processes ~  i dont sleep much anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mom is so sick. We took her to the doctor today to get the fluid that is collecting in her liver drained. Nearly 3 litres of green fluid was drained from her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has stopped throwing up at least and is managing to eat some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we have a curious development... she's become really anxious.  We had a huge shouting match this evening.. for no reason... i've never seen anything like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how each phase of this whole cancer experience is worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we have thought ~ wow it cant possibly get any worse.  How can one human being possibly get any sicker than this. How can one human being suffer any more than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe suprises me yet again***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-5350542522786202896?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5350542522786202896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=5350542522786202896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5350542522786202896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5350542522786202896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-is-this-possible.html' title='How is this possible?'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-7145366019654285800</id><published>2007-07-12T21:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:19:22.868-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbo Vent</title><content type='html'>Seeing as i have all of five minutes to myself i must vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just some of the things that are pissing me off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everything i do is wrong, no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;- my house is a circus show at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;- even tho we supposedly have 'help' , all it means is that i have more people to cook for, clean up after and micro manage.&lt;br /&gt;- suddenly i have been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;- mom is really sick&lt;br /&gt;- school is about to start and that means 6am wakeup calls as of monday&lt;br /&gt;- "we" have a school project that was only given to me today. This of course means i will have to work extra hard to get it done on time GRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;- i am completely unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;- no matter how hard i work, plan and organize, at least 50 things go wrong each day.&lt;br /&gt;-  one of my major clients is being a total KNOB&lt;br /&gt;- i have lost all control in the home now, i am just the unpaid servant.&lt;br /&gt;- not only do i now have more work on ALL fronts, I'm getting NO recognition for anything i do or have done.&lt;br /&gt;- friends are scarce when times are tough&lt;br /&gt;- moms friends managed to  have a right old piss up here... all afternoon and evening. GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;- dinner was ruined because of said piss up.&lt;br /&gt;- its just after 1 in the morning and i feel to guilty to stay awake and work, and too guilty to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;- i've managed to complete 2/10 articles today.&lt;br /&gt;- this makes me poor AND useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i already was anyway so i guess it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint life great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-7145366019654285800?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7145366019654285800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=7145366019654285800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/7145366019654285800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/7145366019654285800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/turbo-vent.html' title='Turbo Vent'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-8601258882781393293</id><published>2007-07-10T21:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:41:55.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>these tired fingers dont have much left to give</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much time of my own in the last few weeks, months or years,. There;s always something to be done.  I've started feeling sorry for myself, wishing the kids would help out more, but i suppose they arent realizing what is going on here.  How do you tell them&gt;&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame my heart breaks when i look at my mom, once so strong and now so weakened. She asked me tonight "what kind of a life is this?" as she had just thrown up all the bits and pieces we managed to get in.  I wish i could take all her pain and suffering from her. Make her life easier, fill it with some sunshine and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been choking back my tears for too long now. THey are bound to slip out soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOr now i must keep it together, prioritize, and find someone to cuddle me stukkend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**peace**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-8601258882781393293?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8601258882781393293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=8601258882781393293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/8601258882781393293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/8601258882781393293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-tired-fingers-dont-have-much-left.html' title='these tired fingers dont have much left to give'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-5541125960917473547</id><published>2007-07-07T15:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:09:27.435-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for One....</title><content type='html'>Two nights in a row now i have been completely alone.  My mom is in the hospital, little Mr T is away on sports camp and sister is staying at dads house. It's soooooo strange! I haven't been alone since varsity. I am completely freaked out by all this silence and free time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are at least 5 thousand things i could be doing to use this time productively. i've been invited to parties and weddings this weekend and am shrugging it all off.  I don't even have the energy to arrange myself a booty call while i can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-5541125960917473547?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5541125960917473547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=5541125960917473547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5541125960917473547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5541125960917473547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/dinner-for-one.html' title='Dinner for One....'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-574414378535479046</id><published>2007-06-27T19:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:42:58.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in my blogging mood...</title><content type='html'>Whenever i am feeling blue i get an urge to blog. No wonder this blog is such a splotchy mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually maybe i can identify with its inherently tragic nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow life is pretty hectic in my world at the moment. My mom is so sick now it's really hard to watch. I'm starting to feel really, freakishly alone. I'm sure its normal considering my situations at the moment but that is of little comfort as i choke back tears and maintain a brave exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do and i can suddenly hear a very loud clock ticking away the moments until we lose our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the worst part is my little brother and sister. I feel so bad for them that i am constantly overcompensating for mothers slowly decreasing presence. They are scared, I am scared, and my mom is scared. Scared that we don't have much time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its all beyond words really, which is why i don't even try to articulate these thoughts to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real people&lt;/span&gt; :P  But damnit i am looking forward to the next time i can make it to my cosy little bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. 5 million things to do and of course nowhere near enough time to do them all***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-574414378535479046?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/574414378535479046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=574414378535479046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/574414378535479046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/574414378535479046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-my-blogging-mood.html' title='i&apos;m in my blogging mood...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-4189770677429483811</id><published>2007-06-24T08:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:38:14.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK admittedly been terrible about posting despite best intentions. I was so stoked about the new, rambly direction I was going to push my blog toward and then just completely lost a few weeks while i try to juggle all these duties. Right now  I have about 2 hours all to myself! The kids are at their father,  gal pal who is staying with me has a function and my mom is sleeping. It's strange but i spend so much time i wishing i had more time , i ending up wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 5 million productive things i SHOULD be doing right now. Catching up some work and helping my bank account grow should be top priority.  Just can't face the thought of actually concentrating! The house is pigsty, my room doesnt have a surface left for anything, and everybody has laundry that needs to be done. Plus theres all this admin that needs to get sorted out before my mom gets sicker. I am really starting to STRESS out majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a really rainy, cold afternoon... and i'd actually just really like to flippen cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe i should try to do some work instead of rambling here LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-4189770677429483811?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4189770677429483811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=4189770677429483811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/4189770677429483811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/4189770677429483811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-admittedly-been-terrible-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-2433894562175396911</id><published>2007-05-05T19:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:46:28.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You would cry too if it happened to you</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling vey strange of late. Hyper emotional.. which is so unlike me! Usually cool, calm and collected it usually takes an army to anger me. This blind rage started with the "Emma Incident". Shame poor idiot i suppose it's all referred anger that is getting conveniently placed upon her. So many things that should have made me angry throughout my life haven't managed to generate the appropriate amount of GRRRr. I guess I am making up for it now! I still hyperventilate when i think about what Emma has done. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usually peace loving self is in hiding and there's this monster masquerading around in my body.  Suppose it doesn't help that we have a teenager in residence who is going out of his way to be as infuriating as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying for some escape... Longing for the days when I lived on my own and could enjoy as much peace and quiet as I could stomach. *sigh* Or at least the days where I could escape with boy into a different world for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I am teary mess.  I miss the boy. *sigh*. I miss the boy so much it hurts. Strange i was moving forward quite nicely for a while. Had some fun, distracted myself. But now I am bored. It's not the end of the world anymore. I don't have the feeling that i will never be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss that arsehole. I miss the comfort and the understanding. I miss the cuddles, oh boy do i miss those cuddles *sigh*. relationships are just so damned comfortable. Like my happy sheepskin boots. They got better and better the more i wore them..  It's going to take forever to find such a comfortable relationship ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this "missing the boy" crap is brought on the fact that I am writing about WEDDINGS now ! LOL! Me.. super cynical me! is having to write about fluffy wedding dresses and fairytale weddings.  Was trying to figure out why this whole experience was leaving me so rattled.... i mean i always said i didnt want a wedding. couldnt imagine anything worse than being the center of attention like that. Suddenly i am wishing i at least had someone who was asking! And, for the first time in my life wondering what i will look like in one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this isnt a pity party --- despite the title---. There is some hope in the immediate future.. I have a date. With a Very Cute Boy. I'm dreading it but know that i must push myself out of warm,cosy existence to give mr right a chance to find me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-2433894562175396911?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2433894562175396911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=2433894562175396911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/2433894562175396911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/2433894562175396911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-would-cry-too-if-it-happened-to-you.html' title='You would cry too if it happened to you'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-6517957643610349146</id><published>2007-04-28T10:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:17:55.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation Tales</title><content type='html'>So with the sudden rainy winter weather i have taken to spending waaaay too much time in bed. I just can't be bothered to get prettied up and go out. Why leave when i have copious blankies and duvets spread out on my beautiful bed. I think it's my favourite place on earth at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for waaay too long last nite. This inevitably leads to five million vivid dreams/nightmares/nightterrors/day terrors. I used to dream about the end of the world.. luckily for the moment this has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they have taken on a new kind of fear... I often dream I am back in grahamstown (or some version thereof) and trying to get home. Something always goes wrong and I am stuck there? Can't remember enough of it now but ended up in a Hitler memorial at university running around trying to find my things (?) . Maybe it had something to do with the super trippy Lost episode i watched last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway once again i am supposed to be out and about *sigh* I don't want to leave my warm cacoon though. The thought of washing my hair, squeezing into non-fat pants and going out makes me shiver LOL.  Beer with the boys... usually the thought of beer would be enough to set this prettying chain of events up but... damnit it's cold, rainy and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving it from this vantage point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-6517957643610349146?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6517957643610349146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=6517957643610349146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6517957643610349146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6517957643610349146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/hibernation-tales.html' title='Hibernation Tales'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-6784371914161878374</id><published>2007-04-26T22:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:18:52.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: HANGOVERS SUCK</title><content type='html'>What started out as a pretty tame evening ended at 5:30 this morning as  I  somehow managed to get home (after getting lost in a strange neighborhood and my cell battery dying!).  Not sure why the hangover is so bad this time ~ must have something to do with copious shooters consumed throughout the evening. Definitely very very fun.  I just hate the fact that i can only remember bits and pieces of the night - I am sure this means i made a fool of myself (again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* when will i ever learn!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling like my head was about to split open. Wondering how its possible to feel so stupid and useless. and Eeek ! I haven't managed to do a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stitch&lt;/span&gt; of work the entire day. Between my blossoming Facebook addiction, my aimless web surfing and copious chick flick watching it's pretty much been a day lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to perk myself up with a nice hot soak but after i managed to run myself a bath was unable to do much except lie there, pondering the state of my single-girl legs (unshaved LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. I'm too lazy to do anything but moan and groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this rain though.. perfect weather to act like a walrus and flop about :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-6784371914161878374?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6784371914161878374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=6784371914161878374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6784371914161878374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/6784371914161878374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/note-to-self-hangovers-suck.html' title='Note to self: HANGOVERS SUCK'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-5703894242957962332</id><published>2007-04-23T20:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:09:42.981-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seething Rage and Random moans</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling muuuch better than the last time I posted (I am not too sick to smoke anymore~ I even managed to get a beer in at the end of last week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everything is sucking at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with an awful 'Incident' happening with the ex's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt; crazy sister. (Literally just out of the loony bin !) It's too awful to talk about but I have been like completely crippled with anger since the Incident.  Was temporarily considering voodoo type universal redress. I bawled copiously and lamented the loss of an important part of my life (not the crazy b&amp;^*% but the friendship with ex and closeness to his parents.) Anyway its one of those things I am dying to talk about but won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am getting angry about it all over again GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been very comforted by thoughts of Karma and universal redress -- she will get what she deserves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The tragedy is that it has totally spoiled the friendship between me and ex.. which was a major sanity keeper. Am left feeling as though the relationship has ended all over again. He's taking her side in what is clearly a completely ridiculous crazy freakout on her part. *sigh*moan*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been shocked at my own capacity to feel anger. I havent felt anger like this in many many years.  Anger, sadness, hurt and complete blind rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this massive torrent of anger has completely thrown me off balance everywhere else. Work is a mess, am clearly not getting along with Major Client and on the verge of rising a middle finger (politely of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling very claustrophobic at home.  It isn't fun sharing a house with three other sick people in the best of circumstances. Add in all the factors at play in this mad household and we have recipe for unmitigated grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's a temporary funk. Caring Shag Buddy (or something like that) is coming to town on Wednesday. Not sure if we will shag though. Am looking forward to it - we always have fun either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having a strange/impossible/unheard of resolution brewing in my head for a while. It all started after I read a thread on a male forum about never marrying a 'shag buddy.' Had a major lightbulb moment. Not that I want to be married (LOL), but it would be nice if some lovely man/long lost soulmate might deem me worthy of spending our lives together.  Do I need to stop having shag buddies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isnt the only change ruminating in my head... Although maybe i should refrain from making life changing decisions whilst doped up on flu meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I should be working now.  Amazing how urgent blogging seems when theres work to be done hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peace to all - Except a certain Crazy who shall remain unnamed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-5703894242957962332?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5703894242957962332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=5703894242957962332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5703894242957962332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/5703894242957962332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/seething-rage-and-random-moans.html' title='The Seething Rage and Random moans'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-2881936827018574150</id><published>2007-04-17T18:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:41:23.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snot sucks</title><content type='html'>*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so supremely sorry for myself I feel like I should have some violin music following me from the ether. I had to dig my keyboard out from the mountain of snotty tissues (again!) so I could write this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been sick like this in YEARS and YEARS.  Too sick to smoke !?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that my mom has got too. And my brother but my mom is the real worry. Her compromised immune system won't be able to handle this .. she says she'll be in hospital by tomorow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I just want to feel sorry for myself for a while though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ideal world a Concerned Caring Boyfriend would bannish me to bed with a cup of lovingly prepared tea and a magazine. He'll pull out a stash of fun flu medication he lovingly chose from the chemist and feed me snot reducing, fast acting drugs. He'll undress me and put my favouritest softest jammies on while said drugs kick in. "Get some rest my sweet" he will say while tucking me in and cuddling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah well we can all dream yeah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy happy note - school holidays are officially over tomorow so the little *$*@ is back to it! WOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-2881936827018574150?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2881936827018574150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=2881936827018574150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/2881936827018574150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/2881936827018574150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/snot-sucks.html' title='Snot sucks'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-117634024643782209</id><published>2007-04-10T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:10:46.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to my departed Easter Egg stash</title><content type='html'>Well perhaps the word "stash" is overexaggerating. But i had a decent sized bag of chocolate eggs, bunnies and other assorted chocolate delights. Woke up  this morning with brightly coloured wrappings strewn around my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat bolt upright trying to figure out what happened to the chocoloates. Then figured it out - that dream i was having about chocolate.... was REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe - had a good laugh thinking sheesh welll i must really have needed the chocolate. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-117634024643782209?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117634024643782209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=117634024643782209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117634024643782209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117634024643782209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/ode-to-my-departed-easter-egg-stash.html' title='An Ode to my departed Easter Egg stash'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-117612852746421199</id><published>2007-04-09T11:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:22:07.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter and other short stories</title><content type='html'>Shew! Easter was crazy.. probably the longest day this gal has seen in a while. Am stoked to have started blogging again to be able to get some of these thoughts down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up way to early and got some work done before i was expected to be anywhere.  Then had to go and pick up my gran at the old age home, something I was dreading. It makes me so sad to see such a strong woman in such a state. She can't walk at all anymore, she can't talk, she can't even feed herself. Anyway I managed to get her into my car and made the mammoth trek from the home to my dads house. Much comedy ensued as we tried to get my gran from my car into the house. Well tragic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This easter was strange for several reasons. My mom decided to stay home, which made us all sad because we never know if it's her last easter. My siblings have now finally declared themselves too old to look for eggs :( Well my sister wanted us to hide them so next year i think we can revert back to the easter egg hunt.  Had a lovely lunch and had fun with my little boet whom I actually miss terribly when he stays at my dads house. Usual sister and brother fighting exhausted us all and after lunch my dad promptly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this stage i was completely pooped, and just wanted to have a nap in my own bed with some furry sausages as cuddle companions. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got home i got an eerily well timed call from Al who was pissed and wanting to go out.  He had caught me just before I fell asleep. So i'll go for a sundowner and come home to feast on easter egg chocolates before i pass out ~ well it sounded like a great plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and picked poor drunken Al up, and settled into a comfy spot at my favourite drinking hole. Waiters had a good laugh at my pretty pink dress. "Did you go to church today daaaahling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al spent first part of evening waxing lyrical about his love for me,  and vowing to fight for my everlasting love. I think he even proposed to me a few times. He's the opposite of a commitment phobe, which is pretty rare these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Awesome Gal Pal joined us and we three preceded to get mighty drunk. Beer, shooters, southern comfort, wine and more shooters. We even called mr fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point a raging headache started attacking my temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am your HEADACHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do you want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to go home and stop drinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't wanna, i'm having fun talking shit and drinking beer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll see about that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this stage Awesome Gal Pal was having superdeep heart to heart with bar lady, Al was passed out on a super comfy couch , and i just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course things never go according to plan, Gal Pal got teary and needed plenty hugs and listening to by this stage. I just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a few hours later we managed to drag her out of there... Drove Al home and promptly passed out.  After much moaning about headache of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the headache won after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual in the light of new day I vow never to drink again. We'll see about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-117612852746421199?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117612852746421199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=117612852746421199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117612852746421199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117612852746421199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter-and-other-short-stories.html' title='Happy Easter and other short stories'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-117590830933431711</id><published>2007-04-06T22:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:11:49.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'>*sneaking back onto your screen quietly*</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy few months since I last posted. Seems like so much has been happening this blog kind of ... disintegrated while i fell in love, flipped out and dealt with the usual daily trials at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to blog about it for a while.  So i thought i'd give it a bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J broke up with me a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;months &lt;/span&gt;ago. i can't believe time has passed so quickly but I guess this is the nature of time. Maybe not a good sign in terms of broken heart recovery because it still feels pretty fresh in my psyche. doesn't help that we have a blossoming friendship based on comfort. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been spent in quiet reflection of the monstrous fuck up that was our relationship. Very Wise Friend says i shouldnt be spending time with someone who brings me down.. makes me wonder but unfortunately thats the extent of it for now. I'll just wonder for a few more months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a bit tired of wondering whats wrong with him.  A good sign i think.  I should have known he was an arsehole when he kicked my dog. yeah you read right - he kicked my dog! (Non debateable criteria for Next Boy: will love my sausages )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am enjoying being single more than I thought I would/could. It's been strange - single for the first time ... well ever really. Well there was that year at the end of varsity but thats all a bit hazy - does it count as quality single time if you can't remember much of it? I am absolutely loving the freedom of going out and doing what I want WITHOUT APPROVAL. Not half as scary as I envisioned - minus the fear of parallel parking. It seems if I am going to be single for much longer I am going to need to know how to get my car into a parallel spot by myself.  I mean really it's ridiculous that  I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front things are pretty much the same.  Well... Youngest brother has turned 13 and boy is it apparent that puberty is rearing its ugly head in the house. For a while it was tantrums and screaming, the door slamming comes a bit later in the whole equation if I remember correctly?  His all-consuming obsession with computer games is somewhat sad to watch.  Shouldn't he be playing outside in the sunshine or riding bikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has given up on treatment. It's a never ending battle that seems to have been going on for as long as we can remember. Her last round of radiation made her violently ill - scarily so. She started the whole "quality of life" line of thinking again.  so now mum is sans evil cancer treatment. She's just pretty tired all the time. Wish I could wave a magic wand and make it go away. Wish someone would wave something and make it go away. All these amazing brains on earth and no-ones figured this out? Come on people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insomnia has graciously returned while I am completely stressing out about work. Maybe because I have lost 2 whole working days this week to hangover ... am feeling insanely guilt ridden about laziness this week and as a result have vowed to actually spend tomorow (a sunny saturday) indoors chained to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make the beer taste better, and sunday's hangover feel a little more deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah well not too bad for the first post in ages.. there's loads more but *sigh* guess i will save it for another contemplative/whiny/self indulgent/pensive moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-117590830933431711?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117590830933431711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=117590830933431711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117590830933431711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/117590830933431711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/sneaking-back-onto-your-screen-quietly.html' title='*sneaking back onto your screen quietly*'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-115091844339685906</id><published>2006-06-21T17:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:34:03.410-02:00</updated><title type='text'>More funnies</title><content type='html'>I just can't help but love the Stumble tool. If you have some spare time get it and waste some wonderful hours laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=msfg&amp;qts=fromblog&amp;qtk=msfg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.t-shirthumor.com/Merchant2/graphics/fullsize/msfg_lg2.gif" alt="T-ShirtHumor.com" width="400" height="415" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-115091844339685906?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115091844339685906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=115091844339685906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/115091844339685906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/115091844339685906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-funnies.html' title='More funnies'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-115012297486038238</id><published>2006-06-08T12:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:36:14.886-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference between Man and Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/lifeexplained.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/400/lifeexplained.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-115012297486038238?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115012297486038238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=115012297486038238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/115012297486038238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/115012297486038238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/difference-between-man-and-woman.html' title='The Difference between Man and Woman'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114780255229751207</id><published>2006-05-12T15:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:08:48.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been very very bad</title><content type='html'>Life has gotten so hectic on my side of the planet. I haven't posted in what seems like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has started yet another round of strong chemo so if you pass by this blog - send your prayers this way. At the moment she's just feeling tired so maybe she might even sail through this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to balance work, siblings, mom and boyfreind is making life rather exhausting at the moment so there's little energy for my modest little blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114780255229751207?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114780255229751207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114780255229751207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114780255229751207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114780255229751207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-very-very-bad.html' title='I&apos;ve been very very bad'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114584373973102864</id><published>2006-04-23T23:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:39:21.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless jokes: Men vs. dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've come across this joke before but it never fails to make me laugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY DOGS ARE BETTER THAN MEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs do not have problems expressing affection             in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt;            Dogs miss you when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs feel guilt when they've done something wrong.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs don't criticize your friends.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs admit when they're jealous.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs are very direct about wanting to go out.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs do not play games with you--except Frisbee (and they never             laugh at how you throw).&lt;br /&gt; Dogs don't feel threatened by your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt; You can train a dog.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs are easy to buy for.&lt;br /&gt; You are never suspicious of your dog's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs understand what "no" means.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs understand if some of their friends cannot come inside.&lt;br /&gt; Middle-aged dogs don't feel the need to abandon you for a younger             owner.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs admit it when they're lost.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs aren't threatened if you earn more than they do.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs mean it when they kiss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW DOGS AND MEN ARE ALIKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p face="verdana"&gt;Both take up too much space on the bed.&lt;br /&gt; Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning.&lt;br /&gt; Both are threatened by their own kind.&lt;br /&gt; Both mark their territory.&lt;br /&gt; Both are bad at asking you questions.&lt;br /&gt; Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches.&lt;br /&gt; Neither does any dishes.&lt;br /&gt; Both pass gas shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt; Neither of them notice when you get your hair cut.&lt;br /&gt; Both like dominance games.&lt;br /&gt; Both are suspicious of the postman.&lt;br /&gt; Neither knows how to talk on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt; Neither understands what you see in cats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p face="verdana"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW MEN ARE BETTER THAN DOGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Men only have two feet that track in mud.&lt;br /&gt; Men can buy you presents.&lt;br /&gt; Men don't have to play with every man they see when you take them             around the block.&lt;br /&gt; Men are a little bit more subtle.&lt;br /&gt; Dogs have dog breath all the time.&lt;br /&gt; Men don't shed as much, and if they do, they hide it.&lt;br /&gt; And the number one reason dogs fall short...&lt;br /&gt; It's fun to dry off a wet man !!!!!!!! (If you're a woman that is             !!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-041X-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-041X-1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                              * &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more people I meet - the more I love my dog&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114584373973102864?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114584373973102864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114584373973102864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114584373973102864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114584373973102864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/timeless-jokes-men-vs-dogs.html' title='Timeless jokes: Men vs. dogs'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114527547702569270</id><published>2006-04-17T08:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:07:08.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Psychology of blogging - what are we really thinking?</title><content type='html'>I read somewhere that every second someone starts a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a blog? Chances are you do - and if you don't you will soon. Even if you don't have a blog you must spend some time reading them (ur reading this after all :P) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading other people's blogs, and I can spend hours lost in cyberspace reading the most intimate thoughts of people I have never, and will never meet. At the same time - I also hope that my blog wll be read, enjoyed and commented on by people I have never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if a blog is the equivalent of a cyber-diary, why is it that we so badly want people to read and enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this were a traditional diary - complete with lock and key - these thoughts would be closely guarded. I would be mortified if someone read my diary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we thinking when we post about how constipated we are, or what we had for breakfast? What is it that drives people to share their most banal thoughts with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm surfing other blogs, I find my favourites are the ones where I get a voyeuristic look into the lives of the authors. And there are so many to choose from you can keep reading forever and not nearly touch on anywhere near all the blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to share so much in this blog because - while i love to read other people's share-all blogs I'm not sure I feel comfortable with strangers reading my innermost thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never trust that blogs are truly anonymous. I think I've written about my fear of 'overshare ' before - but I really beleive that at some stage everything personal we write will have the potential to come back and harm us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog - I did so because life was so dark and pointless I felt that I might be able to connect with others going through the same things. I didn't share enough for that to happen - I thought about it often; and if you look back -there are odd mentions here and there about my mothers cancer, or a bad day, or unemployement struggles - but little about the sadness that was engulfing me. If I had kept a private diary I would have surely written very very dark stuff indeed (luckily I'm feeling abit more positive these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blogs are a healthier way to purge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to share more - public appropriate versions of lives. After all we don't want to feel inadequate - or worse, abnormal. We post in our blogs to feel part of something greater - and I beleive we are. Imagine people a thousand years from now can have access to some of these most complete writings of life as we know it.  What better than blogs to create one of the best pictures of life as we experience it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we choose to share in our blogs must at some level be a reflection of our Superego struggling to maintain control. The Ego (mine anyway) often wants to blog about really private things - after all the Ego believes we can't do any wrong... The SuperEgo is fighting to maintain the socially accepted norms - you can't blog about certain things because most people will either think you are a freak or deficient in some way, or judge you for your failure to comply with society.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all - don't we all want to be perceived as intelligent, witty and above all flawless human beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who do blog about their  flaws - the mom who blogs about her weight gain, the adopted child who blogs about finding her birth parents,  - but these instances I think are a way of blogging about our shortcomings in a socially acceptable way. In the end - whose fault is it really? The blogger is a victim of circumstance and nobody will really hold it against the new mom who can't shed the baby fat - it's to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of the spectrum, I was reading about the Russian girl who was blogging about her hatred for her mother; and then shortly after her last post which said something about how her mother was driving her nuts; she murdered her mother. By the time the blog was taken offline - five thousand comments had been left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be interesting if more people started blogging about their truly unacceptable habbits and thoughts. I would love to read the blog of a serial rapist or the thoughts of a suicide bomber. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't these kinds of blogs benefit the world in a way much greater than the depraved individual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taps into the deepest darkest voyeur in us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are the greatest reflection of our world today; pretty soon every niche of humanity will be covered. And in the end I guess we all reinforce each other in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*big gloal blog hug*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114527547702569270?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114527547702569270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114527547702569270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114527547702569270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114527547702569270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/psychology-of-blogging-what-are-we.html' title='The Psychology of blogging - what are we really thinking?'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114432845284447712</id><published>2006-04-06T10:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:00:52.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative ways to get people to feel guilty about not going to church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/680/2525/1600/going%20to%20church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/680/2525/320/going%20to%20church.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114432845284447712?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114432845284447712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114432845284447712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114432845284447712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114432845284447712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/creative-ways-to-get-people-to-feel.html' title='Creative ways to get people to feel guilty about not going to church...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114382052332409686</id><published>2006-03-31T13:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:38:22.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some early ideas for April Fools pranks</title><content type='html'>I love April Fool's day. Probably because I'm such a gullible blonde and I can appreciate good prank - and the effort it took to think it up. You know you aren't too much of a 'stuffy' grown up when you pull off a funny, well-timed prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prankplace.com/gnomes.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/tn_squating2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that you too can prepare for the day of pranks and tom-foolery, here are some of the funniest idea's for pranks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple prank ideas that don't take too much effort (or preparation)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Salt can very easily be swapped with sugar. Should make for a nice salty suprise!&lt;br /&gt;- Changeing all the clocks in the house is another great simple prank. We did this last year and watched mayhem unfold.&lt;br /&gt;- Put food colouring in someone's shampoo (although that IS abit mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pranks that will amuse your kids:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If they are too young to understand then try stay away from pranks that are going to be hard to convince them otherwise ( i still have a fear of watermelon pips sprouting in my tummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Put some green food colouring in your cereal&lt;br /&gt;- Cut a hole through an apple and put a gummy worm inside - that should liven up the lunchbox experience!&lt;br /&gt;- At some stage in the night- sneak into your kids bedrooms and gently put them in each other's rooms.&lt;br /&gt;- Buy some mini hotdogs , or any other food item that comes in super small sizes. Prepare the larger version, when your kids arent looking put the mini versions in the microwave and act shocked when you pull out your mini supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pranks that will amuse your partner or friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Put a rubber band over the spout in the kitchen. Secure it so that the nozzle is pointing upwards. Anyone who turns the tap gets a facefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fun prank for schoolkids:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If there is any point in the day when everybody's schoolbags are lined up together take the shoulder straps and tie them all together. You'll get a great laugh watching as everybody tries to figure out whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pranks for strangers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The timeless superglued coin trick. Stick it to the sidewalk and watch people try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope some of these suggestions help you decide on the best way to prank your family, friends and coworkers. I always have difficulty deciding so this year, for the first time, I am thinking about it beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing as funny as a well executed, prank as long as it isn't mean spirited in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course just my modest little list - i'm sure there are plenty more ways to celebrate April Fools day without spending any money, or taking too much time to set it up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114382052332409686?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114382052332409686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114382052332409686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114382052332409686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114382052332409686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-early-ideas-for-april-fools.html' title='Some early ideas for April Fools pranks'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114380718479649416</id><published>2006-03-26T10:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:13:04.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the land of the working well (cue tumbleweed)</title><content type='html'>Oh my poor neglected little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerest apologies for my recent laziness with the blogging - i've been working like a slave. Am stoked to finally be earning a little bit of money and i guess my modest little blog took a backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how other people manage to keep up with a job and update their blogs regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tumbleweed rolls on*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114380718479649416?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114380718479649416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114380718479649416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114380718479649416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114380718479649416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/joining-land-of-working-well-cue.html' title='Joining the land of the working well (cue tumbleweed)'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114312028299615863</id><published>2006-03-23T11:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:13:02.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger hassles</title><content type='html'>Ok so nobody seems to be moaning enough about the problems blogger has been experiencing lately. Am i the only one who has constant problems uploading photo's? The connection seems to fail and it permanently seems like someone is doing maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong - if Google was a religion i would sing along and enthusiastically clap my hands. Google is fantastic and soon they will rule the world. But blogger seems set to become a big swollen pustule on the unblemished face of google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 trillion blogs floating about and blogger is the most reliable free service around. I hope these constant hiccups aren't a precursor of bigger failures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114312028299615863?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114312028299615863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114312028299615863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114312028299615863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114312028299615863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogger-hassles.html' title='Blogger hassles'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114296775218668312</id><published>2006-03-21T16:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:00:37.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing the line with homework help ...</title><content type='html'>Ok so new learning techniques and funny syllabus changes aside - what is happening with schoolkids?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that really grates my carrot is how nobody seems to be able to do their own homework anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all knew kids in school who didn't do their own homework. To me it's a bit LESS respectable than just not doing it. Not doing it is an act of open defiance - getting mummy to do it is just plain wimpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a friend at school called Nicole. She was an only child to an ageing couple and she got away with murder. Including having her mom do all her homework. Much to our dismay her mom got better marks than us. I remember being pissed off even then that her volcano project was cooler than mine becuase I spent time making mine and working out how to make it explode just like a real volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is becoming that kid. He's 12 and somehow managed to get the whole thing done for him! grrrrrrr. What pisses me off the most is that I helped them! A 12 year old child cannot possibly understand what makes Kubla Kahn such a beautiful poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's fault is this whole homework for is actually moms mentality? It the teachers who give them homework that is too complicated or too much? Is it the kids just being lazy? Is it the parents who just do the stuff for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a combination of the above but i know when i was a child i did all my own homework - thats what its for isnt it? What is the point of homework otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we breeding a generation of helpless adults?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114296775218668312?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114296775218668312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114296775218668312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114296775218668312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114296775218668312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/drawing-line-with-homework-help.html' title='Drawing the line with homework help ...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114282235383994561</id><published>2006-03-20T00:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:33:49.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a newbie and a quitter</title><content type='html'>So I have been at this for juuust over a month now and i think my blog is becoming more respectable. Still nothing like the uber blogs but *sigh* one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering why the tumbleweed seems to be moving around this spot it's because i'm taking some time to start a new - slightly less modest blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put some hard learned lessons into practise. It's my quit smoking blog. I'm quite proud already - i hope my little public shame forum will help me&lt;br /&gt;1) quit smoking and 2) become a better blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/ashtrayart1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go have a look :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://its-time-to-stop-smoking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://its-time-to-stop-smoking.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114282235383994561?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114282235383994561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114282235383994561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114282235383994561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114282235383994561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-being-newbie-and-quitter.html' title='On being a newbie and a quitter'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114270345730593722</id><published>2006-03-18T15:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:28:01.143-02:00</updated><title type='text'>An acute sense of weltschmerz</title><content type='html'>I've had it my whole life - an acute sense of &lt;em&gt;weltschmertz&lt;/em&gt;. It's a german word which looosely translated means "to feel the worlds pain" - an accumalated sense of the pain the world faced every day.'world weariness', sadness about the evils of the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And evils are something we aren't short of - good people die, children are raped, poverty, illness, tragedy, crime, the elderly, abuse, unemployment. the mind boggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my girlfriends had a boyfriend who claimed to be what he called 'an empath'. despite his personal shortcomings - i liked the idea. Here was a man who claimed to be blown away when he walked into a room by the collective pain of everyone - which he claimed he could tune into and feel- acutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fascinating idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really beleived him entirely because if anyone could feel everyone else's pain - that person would probably not live to see their fifth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought i was tuned into other people's pain. I would never go as far as to claim i can feel everyone's pain - but i always had a sense of a greater pool of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been plagued by a sense of overwhelming sadness, can't pinpoint where or when it started - but its gotten steadily worse. The older you get the more you understand how sad a place the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Byron was also stricken with this ailment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm sad. I'm so over freakin come by sadness to the point that everytime i think too long i get tired becuase my thoughts weigh as much as an elephant. at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the risk of oversharing i stop here. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling like .... something's gotta give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the lighter side of the subject - here's a &lt;a href="http://www.weltschmerz.ca/"&gt;very cool cartoon&lt;/a&gt; on the subject of weltschmertz . I love canadian things. well thats not entirely true - i used to love brian adams (that now=crinkly canadian rocker), my tv lecturer (the cool one) was from canada, - and one of the hottest men i ever met was from canada... so enjoy the canadian cartoon *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114270345730593722?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114270345730593722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114270345730593722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114270345730593722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114270345730593722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/acute-sense-of-weltschmerz.html' title='An acute sense of weltschmerz'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114247870869920835</id><published>2006-03-14T03:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:48:33.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia - hey at least its not death</title><content type='html'>Although at this point i may as well be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia - i hate it! I've seen sunrise every day and I'm getting pretty sick of it. I just want one normal nights sleep. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since those damn powercuts I have been existing at night and sleeping at the oddest of hours. On the bright side - the moon is soo beautifully full and the sky so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's related to the insane amount of worrying i've been indulging in but i'm just not able to sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a night owl - preferred working through the night when there are no distractions. It's just abit pointless when there isn't any work. Although thats probably a large part of the problem. Another day of this and i'm going to need a padded cell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any real ideas about encouraging some normal hours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114247870869920835?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114247870869920835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114247870869920835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114247870869920835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114247870869920835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/insomnia-hey-at-least-its-not-death_14.html' title='Insomnia - hey at least its not death'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114225473272848645</id><published>2006-03-13T10:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:20:02.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitressing - it could happen to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/itcouldhappentoyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/itcouldhappentoyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could happen to you&lt;/span&gt;, and it left me with a strange urge to go back to waitressing. Well at least considering it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it could happen to me&lt;/span&gt;! You never know - sometimes good things happen to good people (well ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uming I'm a good person).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a charming movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Cage does the good guy thing so well with those soft eyes and g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;entle demeanor. He's a good cop who offers a waitress a share of his lottery ticket instead of a tip. They win and of course fall in love. Not the best movie (hardcore cynics won't enjoy it) but really enjoyable and kind of leaves you with a warm feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to waitress - for far too long. I hated it and I loved it. Just thinking about it conjures up images of drunken ass grabbing and the worlds worst tippers who undoubtedly I had the pleasure of serving. You know the kind - they make you run through hoops for them and then tip badly. I once had a woman insist that I take the pips out of her tomatoes for her. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway so I am thinking abit about waitressing and looking around to see if anybody has ever gotten even remotely that lucky and I stumbled upon find the coolest games! (even me who is a general game retard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/waitressgame.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 207px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/waitressgame.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are a waitress, "new and easy to fire". You need to keep your customers happy or you will die. This game is a great way to gain apprecaition for the skills involved in waiting tables. And it's fun - really fun. It starts off slow but builds to quite a pace. Every customer that walks off means you lose a life and eventually you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a go &lt;a href="http://www.gamershood.com/game.php?id=614"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it does have some problems that get abit irritating. The waitress doesn't walk any faster than a stroll - which just isn't good enough when the restuarant is full! The kitchen only makes one order at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo also has a waitressing game that is great. This one is also fun - faster waitress more customers and tables as well as some add ons like music and extra tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/dinerdash_screenshot2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/dinerdash_screenshot2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try out Diner Dash &lt;a href="http://get.games.yahoo.com/proddesc?gamekey=dinerdash"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one improves upon some of the faults of the one before it - but for some reason I prefer the other one. The Diner Dash has plenty more special features ; like the ability to add more tables and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we get some bad tippers to play if they will change their ideas about how undeserving waiting staff is of the small service fees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an idea - if when you do go out again; leave a generous tip because:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's good karma&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't you might come back in your next life as a waiter!&lt;br /&gt;3. You don't want to worry about spit in your food - DO YOU...?&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114225473272848645?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114225473272848645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114225473272848645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114225473272848645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114225473272848645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/waitressing-it-could-happen-to-you_13.html' title='Waitressing - it could happen to you!'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114182006864967377</id><published>2006-03-08T10:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:21:15.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simpsons alter ego...</title><content type='html'>I took another one of these quizzes and nearly pissed myself when I read the results -  freakishly accurate? *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Barney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/barney.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been an intellectual leader...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114182006864967377?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114182006864967377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114182006864967377&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114182006864967377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114182006864967377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-simpsons-alter-ego.html' title='My Simpsons alter ego...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114174388431980390</id><published>2006-03-07T13:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:41:30.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Google's sense of humour</title><content type='html'>Just a little laugh for today - type "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miserable failure&lt;/span&gt;" into a google search and see what comes up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114174388431980390?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114174388431980390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114174388431980390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114174388431980390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114174388431980390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/googles-sense-of-humour.html' title='Google&apos;s sense of humour'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114141204117656523</id><published>2006-03-03T16:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:18:43.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini- me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/mini-me%20black%20background%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/mini-me%20black%20background%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found the most awesome site that makes Barbie playing almost legitimate. This is my mini-me lovingly created &lt;a href="http://elouai.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she reflects the way i see myself more than the reality. And it doesn't look like you can change the body type - but a pretty cool likeness anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead have a try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114141204117656523?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114141204117656523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114141204117656523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114141204117656523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114141204117656523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/mini-me.html' title='Mini- me'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114132978693090508</id><published>2006-03-02T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:25:28.590-02:00</updated><title type='text'>power cuts yet again</title><content type='html'>Power cuts are making it impossible to post regularly. And just about impossible to anything else either. Soon there will be a very very long post about what exactly it is going on here in our dark little corner of Africa. Until then theres some work to be done before we get cut off again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114132978693090508?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114132978693090508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114132978693090508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114132978693090508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114132978693090508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-cuts-yet-again.html' title='power cuts yet again'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114121479347958398</id><published>2006-03-01T10:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:15:09.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, guts and popcorn</title><content type='html'>Yet again, another one and half hours of my life that I want back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/shawn%20of%20the%20dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/shawn%20of%20the%20dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm talking about the movie I just watched - &lt;em&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/em&gt;. Starts off great - funny intriguing, but turns into just another pedestrian zombie movie with intestines and a little love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood, guts and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its part of a trend towards comedy-horror. It's almost like people think that by poking fun at how  cliched their movie is that makes it more acceptable (or even watchable)? Don't get me wrong some movies pull it off brilliantly - the &lt;em&gt;Scary Movie&lt;/em&gt; series is still brilliant and makes me laugh - but mostly becuase it's not trying to make me scared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/em&gt; is silly and afterwards you will feel cheated. Yep it's just another zombie movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least our power was *knocks on wood* uninterupted enough today to watch it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114121479347958398?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114121479347958398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114121479347958398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114121479347958398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114121479347958398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/blood-guts-and-popcorn.html' title='Blood, guts and popcorn'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114114893890871679</id><published>2006-02-28T15:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:10:15.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Power cuts in Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-033X-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/MVC-033X-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having power cuts here now every day! For hours and hours on end. It's making it impossible to keep the blogging regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted candle lit evenings are novel and all but its wearing thin fast now. Our nuclear power station is in a mess of note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the feared/impending nuclear disaster when we have uninterupted power for long enough to string some thoughts together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114114893890871679?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114114893890871679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114114893890871679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114114893890871679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114114893890871679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-cuts-in-cape-town.html' title='Power cuts in Cape Town'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114101970442465090</id><published>2006-02-27T03:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:25:16.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snails on the window</title><content type='html'>Just another rainy morning in Cape Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having  my first cup of coffee for the day and I found this snail on the window. Kinda makes me wish I had an better camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-036X.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-036X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of these days I'm going to take a pic of the camera I'm using so everyone can have a good laugh. Until the day that I get a new improved camera  (and at the moment it seems about as likely as me buying an island!) I hope you will enjoy the little snippets from my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the writing - the photo taking seems to get alot easier with practise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful day*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114101970442465090?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101970442465090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114101970442465090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114101970442465090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114101970442465090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/snails-on-window.html' title='Snails on the window'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114096057721812398</id><published>2006-02-26T11:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:02:53.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bashful bladders and other such stories</title><content type='html'>My man and I are now living together. Not officially but I haven't been back to my place in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it makes so much sense. I sleep better when I'm next to him, we eat better and we seem to get stuff done too. Cohabiting does have its downsides. I've dubbed it as the bashful bladder and to be polite I might forgo the other description I have.  Here's someone who I love but if we are to be honest relationships take an awful long time to get out of that i'm-actually-wonderful-24/7 sydrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wonderful 24/7 means your bowel movements must be kept under wraps at all costs. The bashful bowel if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of statistics about cohabiting. I hate statistics becuase I end up beleiving 69.3% of them. If we do get married (and that according to the statistics is unlikely after living together) we are more likely to get divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree though. I think it's essential to live with someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential and fun. 'Living in sin' as devout christians like to call it - brings us closer. Imagine we actually had habbits or character traits that we didn't want the other to see. Although I think everyone in a relationship has a few of those. I was just kind of hoping he would somehow think that I don't ever poo. Know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in fact one of the hardest things about living together in the beginning. You want to keep a certain amount of mystique but in the real world- you just gotta let some things out (scuse the pun).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114096057721812398?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114096057721812398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114096057721812398&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114096057721812398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114096057721812398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/bashful-bladders-and-other-such.html' title='Bashful bladders and other such stories'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114088364598386486</id><published>2006-02-25T13:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T15:36:50.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wanted to buy your own island?</title><content type='html'>Imagine your own island! Wow  wow  wow!  I go mushy imagining the paradise I could create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all thought of it at some point before - dreams of lazy days passed in a tropical, serene palace of an island we can call our own. But have you ever seriously surfed around at the options available to prospective island buyers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there doesn't seem to be much hope that I will amass a fortune of that magnitude anytime soon *sigh*. Buying an island is definately a statement of wealth and status of which I have neither (yet:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to stumble across the affordable island section yet.. I don't think I have stumbled  upon much that is legitimate either.  I can understand if Bill Gates has an island; Bono must have an island and a handful of other priviledged few. Richard Branson even &lt;a href="http://www.virginexperiencedays.co.uk/experiences/necker-island.html"&gt;offers his own island&lt;/a&gt; for rent for a mere $11995.00. Go check it out if you can afford to ... But seriously - are there any "normal" folk who own their own islands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that these could be scams? What kind of laws allow  foreigners to buy large chunks of land without being a resident? If that is the case there don't seem to be too many islands around here and damnit people would flip if someone sold Robben Island on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the offers gloss over the issues of property rights and whether or not they actually have the right to offer these islands. Who decides who they belong to in the first place? How can you be certain there isn't some small print and after spending a fortune you won't be left with some scam?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/Buy-Private-Island15apr05c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/Buy-Private-Island15apr05c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess these kinds of issues are a long way off. But I know for sure - should I ever be in a position to do so - I will do it straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you too want to buy your own island .&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;The most well-known site for purchases is &lt;a href="http://www.vladi-private-islands.de/home_e.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - it has been recommended by Time and Forbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.ehow.com/Buy-Your-Own-Private-Island"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; great article with practical considerations such as water supply and infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/2005/Buy-Private-Island15apr05.htm"&gt;Some more&lt;/a&gt; practical issues and some interesting offers.. the island in the picture can be yours for a mere $325,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114088364598386486?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114088364598386486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114088364598386486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114088364598386486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114088364598386486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/ever-wanted-to-buy-your-own-island_25.html' title='Ever wanted to buy your own island?'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114080107800608436</id><published>2006-02-24T15:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:24:36.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton is always good for a laugh</title><content type='html'>Ok so today I heard possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard about Paris Hilton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparrently while  taking a taxi she accidentally wet herself in the backseat . As if that isn't  enough  humiliation it seems the taxi driver soaked up the oopsie with a towel and is now  demanding she pay for the  damage. If she doesn't - the taxi driver is threatening to have the towel dna tested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i guess it is the pitfall of being a celebrity. It must be pretty shite to have anyone who is vaguely interested be able to tell other people about the time YOU peed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is talk of her playing Mother Theresa in a movie soon! I have nothing against Paris personally. She's gorgeous, she pretends to me more stupid than she is. But lets not forget she is somewhat of a *cough* 'loose' girl. Thats part of her charm.  Anybody remember "one night in Paris?" or the lesbian video?. These things made her famous. And now someone wants to add a credit as Mother Theresa to her list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how wrong is it that i just mentioned Paris Hilton, dodgey videos and Mother Theresa in the same paragraph!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114080107800608436?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114080107800608436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114080107800608436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114080107800608436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114080107800608436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/paris-hilton-is-always-good-for-laugh.html' title='Paris Hilton is always good for a laugh'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114070854712598490</id><published>2006-02-23T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:01:22.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyromaniacs delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-034X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 281px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/400/MVC-034X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again our poor mountain is on fire.  Wildlife is making a mass exodus away and people are making a mass exodus towards it. These are some photos we took while on a drive this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire seems to bring out the rubber-necker in us all. I even saw a family with a picnic basket. How strange - 'come on kids! lets go watch the mountain burn and have a lovely picnic!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-043X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/400/MVC-043X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its not just a dirty lens, theres smoke and mist from the helicopters too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-036X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/MVC-036X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even two weeks after our last major fire. Really tragic for many reasons. There are all sorts of plant life that will be wiped off the face of the planet for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-040X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-040X.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some more pics of the last time this happened ( quite spectacularly) go &lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/Gallery/Home/0,,galleries-1-1986,00.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-038X.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114070854712598490?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114070854712598490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114070854712598490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114070854712598490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114070854712598490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/pyromaniacs-delight.html' title='Pyromaniacs delight'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114070237994656699</id><published>2006-02-23T11:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:50:14.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to mediocre tv</title><content type='html'>I seem to have developed a problem. I could now either be considered as a couch-potato or a movie addict - im thinking maybe movie addict is a better sounding diagnosis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch just about anything. Really. Now that insomnia is playing with me  violently  once more I have taken to watching movies. The kind that South African tv is showing. No offence - everyone knows we have world class film and television industries thriving right here in Cape Town, but our national broadcasters leave much to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between satelite and public access tv is vast. Basically if you really like watching tv you are better off paying for the privilege of having something vaguely cool to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken to watching pretty much any movie that comes along. This ranges from insufferable movies about flesh eating shoppers to half decent movies. last night I watched 'The Hand that Rocks the Cradle'. I couldn't sleep for a few hours afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is soo creepy yet plausible.  An evil nanny and a wonderful happy family in a 1992 thriller! (hahahhaa) I guess even at the time it was kind of made for tv. Its good anyway. It reminded me abit of Rosemary's Baby. Although thats alooot better! Rosemary's Baby is a movie classic in the thriller/horror genre by Roman Polanski. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be scared when I watch something. Why do you thing it is when we watch scary things we enjoy it so much? Why do we like to be scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I discovered the answer whilst surfing around the other day. Apparently while watching a scary movie (particularly with your partner) your brain releases chemicals reminiscent of those needed during the 'fight or flight' response.. These feelgood chemicals can make you feel sexy. Men feel protective, women feel vulnerable - geat combo. It has the uncanny effect of making you feel closer to the person you are with because - if we still lived in caves - this person would be your protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - hope that makes sense (?) and if you get the chance and are in mediocre-tv-land sometime watch this movie. It's creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114070237994656699?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114070237994656699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114070237994656699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114070237994656699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114070237994656699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/addicted-to-mediocre-tv.html' title='Addicted to mediocre tv'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114047013151439376</id><published>2006-02-20T15:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:15:04.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn pharmaceutical spam!</title><content type='html'>OK this is really starting to bug me- I've always wondered why people complain about getting Viagra ads in their email. Now its finally happening to me and I have no idea how or why somebody somewhere thinks that I need Viagra!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to the website doesn't work, the email adress doesn't work and it all leaves me feeling slightly freaked out. Who got my email adress and how did they equate me with a need for a sex drug? Don't get me wrong.. I get pretty excited at the thought of an eight hour erection but -my sex life is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/viagra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/viagra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although.. we have all heard about the effects of Viagra on women. The thought of my man taking it leaves me fearing for my life somewhat - but a rip-roaring orgasm fest leaves me abit thrilled. Although apparently now Pfizer has given up testing the stuff on women. They claim women are more complicated than men. (Well hey - its not a claim its true.) Pity though - some mojo pills sounds like a great way to pass a lazy sunday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which.. there's a lazy monday night that needs some passing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114047013151439376?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047013151439376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114047013151439376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114047013151439376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114047013151439376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-pharmaceutical-spam.html' title='Damn pharmaceutical spam!'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114017892709729527</id><published>2006-02-17T10:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:46:54.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here wondering what to blog about today whilst battling a most crippling craving for beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia - beer dates back to the 5th millenium BC. Although it was originally considered a drink of barbarians - well i guess you could still consider it that...although there seem to be many many experts in the field of beer appreciation.  The Haute Couture of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is really good for you - containing magnesium, selenium, potassium, and B vitamins amongst others. Not to mention the psychological benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Altho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/beeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/beeer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ugh it does have its bad points too... The dreaded beer belly seems to be a common phenomenon here in South Africa. Much like that fashion disaster - the dreaded mullet. And for some reason a beer belly and a mullet often go hand in hand here too. mm not very sexy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why women don't get beer bellys? I've been appreciating beer for many years already and even though I'm not mad about excercise I dont seem to have a beer boep. Anyone have any ideas? or know any women with beer belly's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has something to do with the fact that not many women really drink beer? Or do they - I have no idea. I have always loved beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey and I have this lovely pub ritual when we are feeling competitive - we have a "ten beer challenge". I have always maintained that he should give me some kind of one beer handicap - which he always uses against me when I actually win - which is - all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten beers can really knock you out. I guess it also depends on the kind of beer and how much you have eaten. And as I love to remind my man - hormones play a huuuge role in the handling of ones liqour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - all this beer talk has made me thirsty - I'm off in a quest for beer ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114017892709729527?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114017892709729527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114017892709729527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114017892709729527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114017892709729527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/beer-is-proof-that-god-loves-us-and.html' title='Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-114010882912739533</id><published>2006-02-16T14:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:17:31.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'>An unfortunate name</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just come across something that must be shared. Hows this for an unfortunate name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-023X1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-023X1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and to make matters worse - poor Dr.Dick Kukard is a gynae ! shouldn't his folks have at least given him a nondescript-impossible-to-tease first name? That surname lends itself to all kinds of teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway have a little giggle and carry on surfing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-114010882912739533?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114010882912739533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=114010882912739533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114010882912739533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/114010882912739533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfortunate-name.html' title='An unfortunate name'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113993169225421807</id><published>2006-02-14T12:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:12:46.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>In a tragic twist of fate I wasn't able to get into blogger! and  after actually getting my very first comment. I was so excited - didn't espect anyone would be doing that for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to my first ever comment i am feeling abit better about my modest little blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been seriously distracted by some news. Can't share just yet but my brain is feeling all mushy. Time will tell if this blog is about to take a very exciting turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then - happy valentines and remember to hold hands often. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113993169225421807?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113993169225421807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113993169225421807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113993169225421807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113993169225421807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113975041190943045</id><published>2006-02-12T11:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:58:35.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The hit and run bumper saga</title><content type='html'>My mother has decided she isn't going to do anything about the man that knocked her bumper and just drove off in rushhour traffic. This makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought in my own small way I would shame the bastard who did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conrgatulations Mr - CA 385504 !! Unfortunately its probably a safe bet to assume that you are such a neanderthal that you will never see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-013X.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/MVC-013X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 207px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/MVC-014X.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113975041190943045?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113975041190943045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113975041190943045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113975041190943045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113975041190943045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/hit-and-run-bumper-saga.html' title='The hit and run bumper saga'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113966938490449225</id><published>2006-02-11T12:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:32:54.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-008X1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-008X1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man and I have this ritual drive thing we do. look what we found today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great idea to keep criminals out - its called "Eina Ivy" (Eina - south african slang for very sore). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bit sad that people have to resort to such extremes to keep their homes safe from criminals - but kudos for being funny about it * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113966938490449225?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113966938490449225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113966938490449225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113966938490449225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113966938490449225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/crime-hurts.html' title='Crime hurts'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113958322097737760</id><published>2006-02-10T12:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:33:45.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Slagging off a certan chain store</title><content type='html'>Well it would appear the bad luck fairy has hit our family in a big way this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to remain a neutral mysterious figure - but you know what - my family life is probably better than a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have gone wrong this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) monday morning - the kid sitting next to my brother chops a little girls finger off in class right next to him. He comes home covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my little brother breaks his toe on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) later that afternoon my sister goes into diabetic coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my sister had broken her arm in a very well known chain store - on their wet floor. (bout 2 weeks ago). My mother gets the news that they have decided not to pay the medical costs! Stay tuned though because we are taking them to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) and finally - this morning - while she stuck in the traffic - some *@#$$%%^^ drives into her - knocks off her bumper and drives off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all this stress isn't good for my moms cancer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say these things come in threes ? Where does that moronic statement come from anyway?!?! At least we all kind of laugh about it now. As you can imagine - things seem o go wrong all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has always been particularly prone to very bad luck. I guess this week seems to be no exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113958322097737760?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113958322097737760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113958322097737760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113958322097737760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113958322097737760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/slagging-off-certan-chain-store.html' title='Slagging off a certan chain store'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113952164017742075</id><published>2006-02-09T19:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:54:40.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'>My family and other animals</title><content type='html'>what an exhausting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113952164017742075?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113952164017742075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113952164017742075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113952164017742075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113952164017742075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-family-and-other-animals_09.html' title='My family and other animals'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113943566155829896</id><published>2006-02-08T19:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:54:21.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful this Valentines day</title><content type='html'>Apparently sex can be a dangerous business. According to ananova.com - frisky englishmen cause more than £350m in damages in a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll found that a third of couples will injure themselves - and the rest will make insurance claims for broken items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you - but I have never injured myself that seriously? I'm interested though - what's in the drinking water - and can we have some bottled and imported here in SA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its just all the cold weather driving people to seek body heat? Such a pity valentines day in Cape Town is the hottest time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we need any excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note.... please do excuse me - theres some furniture to be broken....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113943566155829896?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113943566155829896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113943566155829896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113943566155829896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113943566155829896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-careful-this-valentines-day.html' title='Be careful this Valentines day'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113932069773218487</id><published>2006-02-07T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:16:30.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>On a somewhat different and more upbeat note than yesterday - my honey and I have become seriously addicted to &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;. As luck would have it we stumbled across the very first episode and are now addicted. If you haven't yet seen it - do yourself a favour and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering somewhat from writers block - prolly all the fantastic Tv and brainrot I spoke about  yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think if you gave me a penny for my thoughts at this point you would get some change..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-flagellation interlude &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until tomorow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fades out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113932069773218487?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113932069773218487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113932069773218487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113932069773218487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113932069773218487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113926529627973602</id><published>2006-02-06T20:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:57:53.166-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The unemployment chronicles PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up today with a heavy feeling in the pit of my tummy. I couldnt really think of a reason to get out of my bed. Now thats quite a disturbing thought - because if you cannot think of a reason that you would want to get out of bed - why in fact do u exist?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment can come as a crushing blow if you previously defined yourself by your job. Whilst its true that some days are better than others - when everyday starts looking the same the days tend to get worse. I think it has a lot to do with hopefulness and confidence. Two traits that I am running severely short on at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been out of work for just over 3 months now. Luckily I am young - and by some stroke of good fortune I might just be able to recover. Its been so long since I've worked that I am really scared that I won't be able to work ever again. The longer I don't work the more the brain rot sets in. I've noticed it already. I don't even want to socialise anymore because I dont feel I have anything valuable to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my silly little backstory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I graduated from university - just over 2 years ago. I have worked since - but nothing noteworthy - no "real" job - so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Until a few months ago my only dream was to become a fantastically talented cinematographer. These dreams are starting to change quite drastically. aaaa the innocence /idealism/romantic notions that sprout forth in university.. But alas - out in the job maraket you are not special - nobody really cares if you can hang out a three story window just to get the right shot. There are just too many talented and special people out there. I just dont feel like one of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wealth of self- help information is astounding. I've become fascinated by it. Even though ironically I think it might be becuase so much of my time is spent surfing for jobs and information that I am not getting anything done. Self help experts would cringe. But hey maybe one day I too will become a self-help expert.I am looking into a way to finance my psychology masters. I think maybe my thesis might even have something to do with the long term effects of joblessness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I don't want this to become a depressing blog at all. But I may as well be honest - this is the big issue for me right now. My hope is that eventually I will be able to turn these little ideas and thoughts into some meaningful articles at some stage. Until then excuse me if i just ramble on....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just got a slighty cheering thought - when i do actually find a job i will change this column to chronicles of the now blissfully employed :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113926529627973602?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113926529627973602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113926529627973602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113926529627973602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113926529627973602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/unemployment-chronicles-part-1.html' title='The unemployment chronicles PART 1'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113917025328870954</id><published>2006-02-05T17:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:40:58.473-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions from the itchy and scratchy show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-011X.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays blog is somewhat more grotesque than the others. And no it has nothing to do with Paris Hilton or Britney Spears - I'm talking about .... Fleas . Driving me mad and I have no idea what to do about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started taking my flea hatred to disturbing new extremes. Animal lovers might be horrifed at this little confession but I just need to get this off my chest. Its my dirty little secret and I'm ashamed to admit - I torture fleas f0r fun. Having run out of creative flea control solutions I have started my own sick little torture chamber for the little buggars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Noodle.. th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/MVC-011X.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/MVC-011X.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e apple of my eye. I have another sausage dog -Mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I needed to vent some frustration; and being of the opinion that fleas actually don't have feelings anyway - my torture chamber seems justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. deep breath here follows the gruesome murder scene - cue violins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little jar in which I spray flea pesticide inside it until the inside is coated with a thick layer of gooey goodness - I then grab a puppy and manually pick off a flea, drop the fleas inside and watch. I get some kind of sick thrill from watching them drown in the spray slowly. The slower the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me evil or odd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113917025328870954?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113917025328870954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113917025328870954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/confessions-from-itchy-and-scratchy.html' title='Confessions from the itchy and scratchy show'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113907071982373006</id><published>2006-02-04T14:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:42:32.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with barbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/Redneck%20Barbie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK im back after a particularly blue friday evening ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i might cheer myself up a bit by catching up on whats been going in the world with some surfing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that scanning through the news is a surefire way to beat the blues - I just read that Lance Armstrong and his fiance Sheryl Crow have split up !Seems abit odd after anouncing on their engagement so recently? They relelased a press statement to &lt;em&gt;People&lt;/em&gt; magazine saying that they have made the very difficult decision to split up. I am shocked - but then again i just hate it when people break up. Specially such cool couple. Hope its not true. I guess the thing is - if beautiful, successful people cant make it work - what chance do us normal folk stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read a frightening statistic - apparently one in ten divorces in America is becuase a partner is gay. Hectic - whats happening to the world. One would think that years of enlightment - pride marches and men in pink shirts would have taught children that its ok if you want to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psychology professor at university said to us that - when children are small -they have no idea about gender appropriate toys. Whilst it can be alarming when little Jonny asks for a malibu barbie for christmas - far more damaging is the reaction the request is met with. Anyway - its not like playing with dolls make boys gay. I think if more men played with barbies - wars would not happen. Somebody hand George Bush a barbie :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/Redneck%20Barbie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/200/Redneck%20Barbie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On that note - has anybody been keeping track of the barbie evolutions? When i was little barbie was my favourite role model - and recently when my five year old cherub-like cousin came over I was convinced to bring them out and have a go at some hairbrushing - outfit picking fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway heres a funny one - Redneck Barbie! hahahahhaaha - i laughed myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough rambles from this corner - my honey is cracking open a bottle of woolworths "Wild White" - which i am quite excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to pretty up abit and go have some fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113907071982373006?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113907071982373006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113907071982373006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/playing-with-barbies.html' title='playing with barbies'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113897503580484307</id><published>2006-02-03T11:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:08:28.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/1600/Untitled-1%20phot%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6993/2194/320/Untitled-1%20phot%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113897503580484307?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113897503580484307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113897503580484307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-and-my-honey.html' title='me and my honey'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113897219184330362</id><published>2006-02-03T11:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:37:59.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship prayer</title><content type='html'>Isnt this lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for anyone who happens upon my bloglet ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the fleas of a thousand camels&lt;br /&gt;infect the crotch of the person who screws up your day&lt;br /&gt;and may their arms be too short to scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113897219184330362?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113897219184330362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113897219184330362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendship-prayer.html' title='Friendship prayer'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113896223413447956</id><published>2006-02-03T07:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:08:26.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>my morning cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>I did eventually manage to fall asleep last night - with the aid of a good book - im busy reading the first part of Roald Dahls biography "Going Solo". Its so so excellent - i think I might even go so far as to say he is my favourite author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite things to do is to read the morning news with a potent cuppa joe and scan for anything interesting. And in case u are wondering - yes i do have entirely too much time on m hands at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick scan through reveals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Karma Sutra' worm might be unleashed again today - on the third day of each month it is unleashed destroying various documents on your computer. It arrives as an attachment of kinky photos. Be warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official - Richie Sambora and Heather Locklear will be splitting up. A collective moments silence for the end of yet another dynamic relationship. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news finally - a study conducted in Zimbabwe has concluded that the rate of HIV/Aids is declining ... finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that note - one of my favourite places to go have a look for some cheering news is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;happynews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; go check it out and remind yourself that good things actually do happen in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113896223413447956?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113896223413447956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113896223413447956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-morning-cup-of-coffee.html' title='my morning cup of coffee'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113893228304684664</id><published>2006-02-02T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:16:00.013-02:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just before four in the morning here and now I am truly wide wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always been interested in sleep and dreaming. Maybe because I love sleeping  so much. Just the thought that the brain is so infinite in its capabilities. Astounds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have weird, vivid, magical, horrific dreams which I love to analyse. I always make a point of lying very still when i awaken and trying to remember. Most often I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have also become very interested in the art of lucid dreaming. I have been reading abit on the subject and look forward to the day when i will be able to control my dreams to the point that my imagination is the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which i guess is what it is anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please excuse me if i ramble. This blog is so oddly liberating i feel like typing every random thought in my tired head. I can see the attraction. Im glad to finally be part of it all. NO worries though i will try to keep my bloggorhea under control as much as i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea what is too much information or too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But like I've said - this is just my modest little blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until i find a voice and some confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway - i guess the bright computer screen isnt doing any wonders for my insomniA. Im off to finnish my book - will tell u all about it when i awaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113893228304684664?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113893228304684664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113893228304684664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomnia-is.html' title='insomnia is...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21858070.post-113888335928491653</id><published>2006-02-02T10:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:07:09.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I enter the sea of blogs...</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to start a blog for some time now. But, in an otherwise endless sea of blogs and ramblings by professionals and super talented people - it seems quite hard to stand out. To have something really special that keeps people coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit today is the day! Today I start my blog, today I write something - anything that means that I too have taken part in this incredible revolution. And, hopefully - with time - i will eventually have a deliciously entertaining blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this blog does nothing more than make u smile and come back again i will be a happy girl indeed. Bear with me while i stumble around and fiddle with this most modest little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watch this space because cool things will be happening here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21858070-113888335928491653?l=mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113888335928491653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21858070&amp;postID=113888335928491653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113888335928491653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21858070/posts/default/113888335928491653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymodestlittleblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-enter-sea-of-blogs.html' title='I enter the sea of blogs...'/><author><name>Kie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04567446706722115497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
