<?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-1304007576203531598</id><updated>2011-11-18T03:18:27.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle.Kitty says</title><subtitle type='html'>mmm-meow!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-3478255421850906268</id><published>2011-02-18T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:35:52.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales Associates are Customers too.</title><content type='html'>How many times have I received complaints from customers, and they make stupid comments towards me as if I'm not a daily consumer as well? TOO MANY FRIGGEN TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder to all you customers that go to b*tch at the sales associates about whatever's wrong with your products. Take it up with head office. Some of the time, we can do small things to help you out (we get it, you're unhappy, we're customers too) but a lot of the time, when its out of our power, we can NOT (NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT - in case if you didn't read it the first time) do anything for you. Take it to the higher-ups and give them sh*t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People REMEMBER dissatisfied customers, especially the ones who complain and argue with no valid point or reason - and most importantly, if YOU'RE EFFING RUDE to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impoliteness and being rude will get you no where. I understand being persistent and adamant in your complaint, but don't act b*tchy and treat us like dirt. We're people too. Rude customers are the reason why there are rude sales associates. Just sayin'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-3478255421850906268?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3478255421850906268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2011/02/sales-associates-are-customers-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3478255421850906268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3478255421850906268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2011/02/sales-associates-are-customers-too.html' title='Sales Associates are Customers too.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-8321711025721224874</id><published>2011-02-15T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:42:38.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again!</title><content type='html'>Yea it's been awhile since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you some lame excuse saying I've been busy with school and work but that's bs and you know it. I got lazy, ran out of motivation to continue blogging and suddenly I'm back, although my few followers may or may not have noticed hahaha...ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back for now (however long I regularly remember to update and blog of course) and I'd like to introduce a new blog that the boyfriend has surprisingly decided to start and (attempt) to maintain . We'll see how long we can keep this going, knowing our short attention spans and all. I think he's on to something though, if there's anything we do talk about - passionately - its food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that you will follow our foodie blog and if you're ever certain areas of the GTA, and feeling up for Asian food of some sort :) go try one of our recommendations and regular hot spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can follow the blog here:  &lt;a href="http://asianeating.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asian Eating Adventures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-8321711025721224874?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8321711025721224874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8321711025721224874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8321711025721224874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-again.html' title='Hi again!'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2503815540174499699</id><published>2010-09-01T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:44:09.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A touching story...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside &lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. &lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2503815540174499699?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2503815540174499699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2503815540174499699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2503815540174499699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage.html' title='MARRIAGE'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-5125229994624584107</id><published>2010-05-13T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:46:17.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be a negative person.</title><content type='html'>They're horrible people to be around. They usually make you depressed or upset because their negativity rubs off on you, and often times its actually a cry for attention because of self-pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a negative person. It's not going to get you anywhere in life. You'll get trampled on, used, abused, and most likely will not achieve any of your inner most ambitions or desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I know first-hand. I have been on both ends and it's not an experience I enjoy dealing with. I hate it when I'm negative because I know I'm being my own hurdle which I have to jump over. It's a difficult habit to break because being negative is the easy way out. It's the coward's way because I can run away if I feel I cannot do it. It makes me feel inferior, small and useless. Is that what you people like to feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've always wondered is why negative people don't see that they're the cause of their own depression. Sure, there some other factors like losing your job, girl/boy friend, a death in the family, your dog/cat ran away, but wake up and face reality. Those things happen to everyone and anyone. EVERY DAY. You're not that special so get over yourself. The world doesn't revolve around you, so wake up and smell the damn roses. No one is able to run your life except you. Self-pity and pessimism is an illness. The doctor (your friends and family) can only prescribe the medicine (give advice and comfort) but its up to you to take it, and fight that negativity to change it into something positive. Find the motivation to be better, do better, and live better for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me stupid and petty excuses about how you can't, how its impossible, how for "someone like you" its just not possible. I know its hard, even I have trouble taking my own advice so yes I am a hypocrite but I'm trying. It's really difficult to change my way of thinking from negative to positive but I've gained some self confidence. I'm a lot happier than I was before, I like living happy, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day you're in charge of your happiness. If you don't want to be happy by dragging yourself out of your hole of self-pity and pessimism then that's fine. I will always be there to listen to a friend, but if you're going to give me the same bullshit every single time I talk to you, then you're not the kind of person I want to be friends with. Would YOU like to be friends with a person who is constantly going to pull you into their pity-party every time you talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. :) It's a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-5125229994624584107?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5125229994624584107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-be-negative-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5125229994624584107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5125229994624584107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-be-negative-person.html' title='Don&apos;t be a negative person.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2982565632963853360</id><published>2010-04-05T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:17:27.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IN/OUT DOORS</title><content type='html'>Time for another rant-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hate hate HATE it when I go to a supermarket, and people walk in and out of the IN &amp; OUT doors, but don't follow the direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just follow the sign? If the sign says IN , you go in that way. If it says OUT, you do NOT go IN that way unless you're going OUT of the flipping supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the message? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTFO of my way when I'm walking out of the supermarket ... and USE THE RIGHT FLIPPING DOOR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2982565632963853360?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2982565632963853360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/inout-doors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2982565632963853360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2982565632963853360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/inout-doors.html' title='IN/OUT DOORS'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2199321885171348799</id><published>2010-03-22T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:57:42.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being NICE seems like a difficult task for the 21st century.</title><content type='html'>Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing to get to my 9am studio class today after getting off the subway, and had to stop at the crosswalk because the light turned red. A woman in my peripheral vision seemed lost and couldn't find her way and asked a girl next to me if she could direct her to ________ Street. The girl gave her a "Oh EW, don't come near me look" and curtly told the woman "Sorry, I'm not from around here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - I'M SORRY. This girl was obviously lying, you could see it in her tone and facial expression of disgust, PLUS SHE LOOKED LIKE A STUDENT. Ugh, what a B*TCH. That in itself disgusted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to me after and asked me, practically begging. &lt;br /&gt;So I told her, with my poor mental map and now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I pointed her in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to give someone directions? Is it that difficult to show that Torontonians possess a little &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people think we're rude. WE ARE! Is this the reputation we've built for ourselves because we're too self-centered to care about anyone else? Are we really that far embedded in this ME-ME-ME mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think on that.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got to say for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't have a heart attack while I'm on my way home, because God knows, no one in Toronto will bother to take a second look and try to help me , or even call 911.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2199321885171348799?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2199321885171348799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-nice-seems-like-difficult-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2199321885171348799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2199321885171348799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-nice-seems-like-difficult-task.html' title='Being NICE seems like a difficult task for the 21st century.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2479231430078102346</id><published>2010-02-27T01:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:19:33.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD FOR CANADA. AGAIN .AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN .</title><content type='html'>Let's just say, I'm proud to be canadian and feeling pretty patriotic for a couple rare moments right now. Maybe it's the olympics, the ads, and all the hype in every type of media available to me , but even so - that hype is pretty catchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting Canada in the Olympics, GO MEN'S HOCKEY. THE WOMEN DID IT (GOT GOLD) SO CAN YOU. USA IS GOING DOWNNNNN (no offense americans .. but really, it's our game this year ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Seriously though, it's going to be one extremely INTENSE game. Slovakia definitely didn't make it easy for us to get to the final game. Oh boy. We're readyyy, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll probably post up another relationship-related post once I'm done my last midterm (school is so hectic right now, gosh) and done partying it up for my 19th birthday. Yay, I'm legal to drink and buy alcohol in Ontario now! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing . . . Just in case you missed it before , GO CANADA GO ! hehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2479231430078102346?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2479231430078102346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/gold-for-canada-again-and-again-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2479231430078102346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2479231430078102346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/gold-for-canada-again-and-again-and.html' title='GOLD FOR CANADA. AGAIN .AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN .'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-6117855593423527050</id><published>2010-02-09T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:23:21.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing important to see here kids.</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding. I don't have anything really significant to talk about in this post at this point in time but I'll make another juicy post soon.. I hope! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a cheery mood with the completion of my assignments, and all this Michael Buble music I've been putting on replay for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone (who's in university) has a good, fun, (maybe) stress-free reading week and good luck on your midterms! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, have a happy valentine's day - yes even you bitter single people bent on declaring war on the commercial holiday - and HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-6117855593423527050?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6117855593423527050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-important-to-see-here-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6117855593423527050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6117855593423527050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-important-to-see-here-kids.html' title='Nothing important to see here kids.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-1488169349035848134</id><published>2010-01-14T23:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:30:32.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivalry may be dead, but Romance is eternal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCqFr6sF0jo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCqFr6sF0jo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again, I know I've been lacking in the updates department. I even broke that promise I made to try and post something new each week. Well that lasted a fair amount of time didn't it haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question of the day is , "Is romance dead?"&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking as I was glancing (reading indepth-ly...haha.. not.. maybe) through my facebook news feed and watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/span&gt; and it occurred to me that highschool, teenage, and even adult-relationships many times are romance-less. What ever happened the romance in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are not the perfect example of this, they're as platonic as can get ...but they love each other in their own quirky ways I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Point is, what ever happened to romance? Media shows so many different versions, types, and scenarios of love but where's the flowers and poetry (no I'm not talking about those hip hop, rap, r&amp;amp;b lyrics we all quote, myself included). I mean the real deep stuff, you know what I'm talking about.. Shakespeare, Keats, Yeats, Shelley, and Byron?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd probably melt into a puddle of unimaginable happiness if the boyfriend recited poetry to me over being wine-and-dined .. hint hint ? Kidding, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, if you're not the flowers, chocolate and poetry kind-of-girl then hey, I'm not judging but the romance isn't just that stuff either. It's the real sentimental moments. The things he'll do for you "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Romance isn't just for courting (or for those 16 and under - the "flirting" period before you date), but it's also a sign of love and affection for that significant other. Even after you're "official", your girlfriend/wife is still going to enjoy getting the surprise flower now and then. It's a nice reminder that you do care, that you do love them, and you do notice the little things.&lt;br /&gt;If she's not the flower-type, you could also try something small that may be an inside-thing/joke between you two (I.e. Leave her little notes, like a post-it in a notebook she often uses so that next time she opens it, it'll add some sunshine to her day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, guys' aren't going to react the same way towards signs of affection like this. However, if you want to do something similar, do it in a way he'll appreciate. Don't leave flowers in his car or his room .. that's a no-no. Don't rearrange his things for him, but you could try the post-it notes ideas, and leave it in obscure places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson of the day guys: &lt;/span&gt;Bring the romance back. Saying "I love you" or "I miss you" isn't always enough. The same goes for simply spending time together. Seeing is believing right? We believe you, but it's always nice to feel appreciated and wanted. Routine dates may be safe, but they can get boring right? That little extra-something adds the spark back into the routine of your dates together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girls, don't push it. A guy isn't always going to remember to do these things, but when he does, milk it for what it's worth. Appreciate it and don't ask for too much. Men have their limits to how much "woo-ing" they can do at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-1488169349035848134?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1488169349035848134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/chivalry-may-be-dead-but-romance-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1488169349035848134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1488169349035848134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/chivalry-may-be-dead-but-romance-is.html' title='Chivalry may be dead, but Romance is eternal.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-8022437199221087923</id><published>2010-01-13T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:42:53.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 . Hi .</title><content type='html'>Seems like 2010 started off on a "good note" this year..&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what does a "good note" really mean? Did something especially good happen to me at the start of 2010 ? Not really. No miracles occurred . I had a lovely time with the boyfriend on a trip out of town but I think what I'm trying to get at here is that the year started .. that's really it.&lt;br /&gt;There was no "good" or "bad" way to start it off, except the fact that it happened. It's now become another page in your life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stumbled across another revelation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, have you ever wondered why we think women are such great listeners? Well, truthfully, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; great listeners .. so why do we constantly try to tell men our problems, expecting them to understand what kind of response we want from them? HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies , we listen to each other because we are sympathizers. We are sympathetic towards other females and their problems because often enough, we encounter the same issues, we feel the same emotions and all understand that when we're pouring out our problems on the table, we're not looking for solutions - we're not looking to merely talk for the sake of talking (or else we'd simply talk to our stuffed animals instead of people).&lt;br /&gt;We tell each other our problems because we know that our friends will care. Maybe they don't fully understand, but they do care. Because that's what friends do. They care about each other and the problems they encounter because we empathize and share those feelings. There's so many ways to express our empathy: coos, sighs, hugs, friendly pats, sympathetic looks, agreement, cussing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously men don't understand this. They're not women after all. They don't understand and often forget that women tell them things because they want that sympathy. They don't always want excuses, solutions or alternatives to their problems. And if the problem is of none of their concern, or does not directly affect them, they claim that it is none of their business or they simply do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a stressful issue on your mind and your significant other, friend, or family member told you that they simply DO NOT CARE, how would that make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friend tells you they don't care about what you're going through?&lt;br /&gt;Rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your noodle Guys. If you don't care about what your friend or girlfriend is telling you, then don't tell her after she tells you her problems. Maybe cutting off others at the knees is how men do it, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't ever tell a girl that you don't care&lt;/span&gt;. Even if what she's telling you is completely useless.&lt;br /&gt;However, if she's an airhead . . . well then, you're clearly not a good judge of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ladies, if you realize that a lot of things you try to tell your friends, or boyfriends isn't getting through to them because they simply don't care . . . then now you know who NOT to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-8022437199221087923?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8022437199221087923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8022437199221087923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8022437199221087923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-hi.html' title='2010 . Hi .'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-1901414862423515892</id><published>2009-12-21T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:50:56.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish you a happy holiday :)</title><content type='html'>I'm excited. Aren't you? There's only 4 days left until christmas. It's crazy. Now for me, it's not going to be one of those "gather the families" type of christmases but I love the festive air that's everywhere. Yes, maybe it's a little over-commercialized and much of the christmas spirit is lost in last-minute sales, boxing day shopping, and just the gifts and heavy dinners but the feeling of christmas is still there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to see families together enjoying a meal, the delightful joy brightening up kids faces and all the colours, lights, snow and fun activities shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, instead of worrying about who's going to give you what during your Secret Santa, or what your boyfriend got you but enjoy the moment. Stop expecting and asking, and why not just take it as it comes? Enjoy the holidays everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. Happy Kwanzaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-1901414862423515892?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1901414862423515892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-wish-you-happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1901414862423515892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1901414862423515892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-wish-you-happy-holidays.html' title='We wish you a happy holiday :)'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-5445377962445024768</id><published>2009-12-20T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:49:29.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS .. it's a part of life, get used to it.</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately the past few entries haven't been on the positive, and its too bad I can't say this one won't be changing that pattern just yet, but let's bring up another "couple's issue"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all understand where I'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;If you're familiar with how girlfriends and PMS-ing go hand-in-hand with each other (not literally of course) then you'll know what I'm talking about. There's a historical tradition that the effects of PMS have stayed generally the same in most average women, bloating,  stress, acne break-outs, and unstable levels of hormones that lead to what we all know as moodiness (a.k.a It's-the-Bitch-Time-of-the-Month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the problem. When your girlfriend is PMS-ing, and you happen to spend time with her on that day then keep something in mind (all the time you're with her that day) ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE SENSITIVE&lt;/span&gt;. I don't mean just physically but more to the point, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. If she's going to take the time to see you on a day where she'd rather to just stay at home and relax by herself (yes we do like to have our alone-time every once in awhile), then at least try to enjoy yourself. If you're not enjoying yourself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make an excuse and leave&lt;/span&gt;. Don't show or tell her you didn't have a good time. You're just going to make her feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to be rude or blunt about it, then you're just digging your own grave. Save yourself the trouble and just don't say anything or if you have to say something, then sugar-coat it. Women don't take criticism well when they're menstruating but then .. I'm sure you guys know that first-hand, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-5445377962445024768?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5445377962445024768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/pms-its-part-of-life-get-used-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5445377962445024768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5445377962445024768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/pms-its-part-of-life-get-used-to-it.html' title='PMS .. it&apos;s a part of life, get used to it.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-7439235271333048474</id><published>2009-12-06T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:29:13.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's face it, men &amp; women will never FULLY understand each other.</title><content type='html'>Why do men so frequently forget that women do not function the same way men do?&lt;br /&gt;You'd think they get it after noticing our anatomy's different and the obvious tell-tale sign that we will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; need the toilet seat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. But no, we both - yes women, us too - forget that we function in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do I bring this up? Let me tell you a story to illustrate my point...&lt;br /&gt;It begins with our couple... for now, I'll substitute their real names and go with Mick Torre, and Valerie-Anne. So Mick and Val went to the mall one day after eating brunch, went in to browse for some illegal bootleg DVDs (being the nefarious rebels that they are), and finding none to their liking, they continued to walk around the mall. They stopped by store which happened to catch Mick's interest and he went in to purchase one of their products. The store was a bit crowded so Val decided to hang around the hallway and browse in the neighbouring store. When Mick finished paying, they continued on with their window-shopping. As Val made a suggestion to look inside a store, Mick refused. Val felt put-off. As the couple walked further along, Mick sensed the change in Val' s attitude and asked her what was wrong. She replied, "We never go shopping or to the mall, and when we do, we only ever browse in stores that only interest you - but we never browse in stores that I want to go into."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... now we get to the juicy part - Mick starts to see that he wasn't being entirely fair to his girlfriend's wishes and tries to correct the situation by walking around the mall some more with Val and asking her if she'd like to go into any stores that he thinks she'd be interested in browsing. Obviously, she's already been put off and does not feel encouraged by the proposition anymore, but I'll explain why this is obvious later. As they walk into each store and browse through the things he thinks she wanted to see, Mick feels that he's resolved the misunderstanding and all's well and done. Of course, by the time the couple walk out of the mall, Mick's feeling pretty sure of himself of doing a job well-done as the boyfriend, and Val's still feeling disappointed and "put-off". Note boys, that I did not say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed off&lt;/span&gt; - I only said "put-off" okay? It may not mean the same as the other words to you boys, but it has a different meaning for us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting to the point. Why did I use the words "obviously" and "of course" in the story? Simple, it was obvious to us women who understand each other but OBVIOUSLY not to the men. So let me clear the air for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after a girl tells you what the problem is, even after you think you've solved the problem, she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; not going to feel content. Why? Because in this specific case, you didn't want the same thing she wanted. It's understandable in a man's point of view, but for women it's unforgivable - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially if it reoccurs regularly.&lt;/span&gt; When a man asks a woman to do something for/with him, its not because she likes it (especially when she doesn't like it that much), but because she wants to share the joy he gets out of whatever the activity is. She wants to be in that moment with him and does it because its what he wanted. Notice, she WANTED to do it. She's not going to do it if she doesn't think its worth her time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with those macho guys we know (or even those who think they're macho), well, let's face the facts. You don't want to do the stuff girls like to do. But you'll do it for her if she wants you to right? So what makes you think, that just because she doesn't say it out loud "I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; ...." that it isn't what she wants? Most of the time, a woman is not going to be straight forward and say things directly. That's just how women behave. Although you may not like it, it would mean a lot if you'd do things for us, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; us. If we know you hate it, we would never force you do it, and that is why we will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never ever&lt;/span&gt; ask you directly - because deep down, we're afraid you're going to shut us down like Mick did to Val when she wanted to stop by that shop to browse with him. The fact that he made the effort to cheer her up and make up for rejecting her suggestion is better than no effort at all, but that doesn't fully fix things. If you want to fix the problem, you have to want to do something and do it before she gets the nerve to ask and you carelessly reject. Why should you have to make this effort to be one step ahead? Because she's never going to ask you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up: Guys, next time, if she wants to do something and it's not going kill you to take the time to oblige her, then just suck it up and go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;I.e. Walking and browsing about 2 minutes in and out of a store is not going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to look like someone tied a noose around your neck then don't bother and make up some other clever excuse to get out of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-7439235271333048474?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7439235271333048474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-face-it-men-women-will-never-fully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7439235271333048474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7439235271333048474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-face-it-men-women-will-never-fully.html' title='Let&apos;s face it, men &amp; women will never FULLY understand each other.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-3104606944547783625</id><published>2009-11-17T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:02:27.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good work out session never hurt anyone... right?</title><content type='html'>I revisited that wonderful pleasure of stretching out (and using) my muscles again today. Damn if it didn't feel good (after the achings of course). I'd forgotten how good it felt and that adrenaline rush you get when all those happy endorphins are released from some healthy exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've made a resolution to try and do this for at least one hour every week on Tuesdays (since I finish class at 12 anyways). Sounds good right? I certainly think so. It's not going to kill me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure everyone's got their doubts that I can't do it but I will! Or else that thought of not being able to fit in my bikini, or my size 0-1 jeans will break me into hysterical sobbing fits. Or when I turn 25 and my metabolism slows down, and inevitably, that slight roundness around the middle with start to grow exponentially and I'll blow up like a balloon. [insert tears here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. That's my incentive. That scary thought that I won't fit into my jeans, or the humiliating thought that I'll be embarassed to wear my bikini (Oh God). When I hit past my 30s then maybe I won't care as much but until then I must scare myself into committing to this exercise routine... or else I'll always eat cheesecake with extra helpings of guilt on top. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-3104606944547783625?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3104606944547783625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-work-out-session-never-hurt-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3104606944547783625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3104606944547783625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-work-out-session-never-hurt-anyone.html' title='A good work out session never hurt anyone... right?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2175947433892564057</id><published>2009-11-05T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:44:13.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Women Finish Last</title><content type='html'>I read a column in the Metro newspaper today regarding relationships and that despite all of  our perceptions and misconceptions that women and men are equal in all aspects, obviously we know that this is not true in all areas. Anyways to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men and women were both surveyed in their thoughts of what they looked for in a mate, humour was ranked pretty high on the list. However, their views on humour were very different; women preferred men who made them laugh and men preferred women who laughed at their jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this leads to main question: Why is it that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny women&lt;/span&gt; aren't preferred but rather women who laugh are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; that men &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; they would prefer women with a sense of humour, but this actually translates into "women who will laugh at my jokes and think/say I'm funny." The women who can joke around with the boys are seen as friends, one-of-the-boys, and definitely not within girlfriend-material. Apparently the girls who can handle themselves and joke with the guys make their boyfriends more uncomfortable than proud that their girls can handle themselves in a social setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the guys who're comfortable with themselves and appreciate their girlfriend's wittiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2175947433892564057?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2175947433892564057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-women-finish-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2175947433892564057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2175947433892564057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-women-finish-last.html' title='Funny Women Finish Last'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-5474709756604511862</id><published>2009-10-30T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:58:47.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Common Relationship Mistakes :(</title><content type='html'>Got this from a yahoo personal article. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Thinking we'll never get over him.&lt;/em&gt; We will. Two months and several powdered donuts later... we'll feel better. &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Spying.&lt;/em&gt; Hacking into email or phones looking for suspicious messages and then yelling at him for the "k thnx bye" text he sent to his female coworker two months ago.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Thinking our partners must be interested in everything we do, think, and say.&lt;/em&gt; When it comes down to it, we zone out when men talk about circuit boards. Right? Having a best friend or gab partner outside a relationship is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Displacing.&lt;/em&gt; Freud was right with this one. If we're mad at him because he ate our tasty restaurant leftovers out of the fridge, tell him we're mad at him because he ate our tasty restaurant leftovers out of the fridge. Don't turn it into a commitment issue.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Expecting too much.&lt;/em&gt; Putting so much energy into the idea of a fairy-tale romance that we're disappointed with anything less.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Stagnating.&lt;/em&gt; Waiting for someone to find us, instead of going out and finding someone ourselves.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Slacking.&lt;/em&gt; Thinking that a perfect relationship should be easy. Relationships require work and compromise; a perfect relationship means doing those things well.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Isolating.&lt;/em&gt; Dropping our friends when we're falling in love. Friends help define who we are, and we need them when things get tough.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Fantasizing.&lt;/em&gt; Thinking that getting a boyfriend or husband will solve all our problems. No one can fix our lives for us!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Using the silent treatment.&lt;/em&gt; Our partners can't read our minds; he won't know what's wrong unless we sack up and tell him.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Denying.&lt;/em&gt; Denying that there's a problem in a relationship, instead of facing it and asking ourselves what needs to be done. Problems don't usually go away on their own. Letting them fester only makes it worse.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Standing alone.&lt;/em&gt; Thinking that depending on someone else is a weakness. Leaning on someone else sometimes is the sign of a healthy relationship.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Over-analyzing.&lt;/em&gt; There's analysis and then there's over-analysis. Wondering why the fiance didn't call once during his bachelor weekend in Vegas? A legitimate case for analysis. Wondering why he only called twice and not three times during a guys' night out? Not so much.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Trying to reinvent the relationship wheel.&lt;/em&gt; If some items on this list feel cliche, it's because they are! If we would only listen to a good dose of love advice now and again, we'd probably save ourselves some heartache.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/gettingstarted/9959/14-relationship-mistakes-we-wish-wed-stop-making/;_ylc=X3oDMTRwMzBkNG1jBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjE0MjU2MDI1MgRrAzE0IFJlbGF0aW9uc2hpcCBNaXN0YWtlcyBXZSBXaXNoIFdlJiMzOTtkIFN0b3AgTWFraW5nBHNlYwNmcF90b"&gt;Link to Article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-5474709756604511862?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5474709756604511862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-common-relationship-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5474709756604511862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5474709756604511862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/14-common-relationship-mistakes.html' title='14 Common Relationship Mistakes :('/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-7917321152049484473</id><published>2009-10-26T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:56:23.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO! trick or treatttt ..</title><content type='html'>Halloween's coming up this Saturday and who's excited? Me, me, me! Too bad I won't actually be going trick-or-treating though. I miss the free candy but at the same time I don't want to take that away from the kids and really, I think it's a smarter choice to prevent myself from stuffing my face with all that candy and chocolate. (mmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of Halloween in all of its costumed glory, decor and delights has dwindled away in adults, and is now also seen as a sex symbol (skimpier costumes, sexual gag costumes, etc). How time flies right? Ah well, I dont want to suck the fun out of Halloween so I'll go with the flow on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Halloween everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-7917321152049484473?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7917321152049484473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-trick-or-treatttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7917321152049484473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7917321152049484473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-trick-or-treatttt.html' title='BOO! trick or treatttt ..'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-9007744207085221996</id><published>2009-10-24T00:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:12:24.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Olde Code of Chivalry and Thy Art of Courtly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Code of Chivalry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Rifts: England Supplement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Live to serve King and Country. (too bad we dont have a king , but you get it)&lt;br /&gt;   * Live to defend Crown and Country and all it holds dear. (yea yea , given)&lt;br /&gt;   * Live one's life so that it is worthy of respect and honor. (well .. okay this should be obvious)&lt;br /&gt;   * Live for freedom, justice and all that is good. (once again ..)&lt;br /&gt;   * Never attack an unarmed foe. (obviously this has changed - to all you hardcore thugs , chea)&lt;br /&gt;   * Never use a weapon on an opponent not equal to the attack. (the thugs win this one too)&lt;br /&gt;   * Never attack from behind. (... LOL thugs out there , you're on a role for non-chivalry)&lt;br /&gt;   * Avoid lying to your fellow man. (..who hasn't told a lie by the age of 4?)&lt;br /&gt;   * Avoid cheating. (ahaahhahaha)&lt;br /&gt;   * Avoid torture. (this has changed as well)&lt;br /&gt;   * Obey the law of king, country, and chivalry. (how many ppl are chivalrous , pft)&lt;br /&gt;   * Administer justice.&lt;br /&gt;   * Protect the innocent. (as if anyone cares about anyone other than themselves !)&lt;br /&gt;   * Exhibit self control. (AHAHAHAAHAHAHAH ... YEA OKAY THERE)&lt;br /&gt;   * Show respect to authority. (this is a fucking joke,  a fuckin rebel -.-)&lt;br /&gt;   * Respect women. (fuck yea .. but then how many women deserve it ?)&lt;br /&gt;   * Exhibit Courage in word and deed.&lt;br /&gt;   * Defend the weak and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;   * Destroy evil in all of its monstrous forms.&lt;br /&gt;   * Crush the monsters that steal our land and rob our people.&lt;br /&gt;   * Fight with honor. (this has changed .. )&lt;br /&gt;   * Avenge the wronged.&lt;br /&gt;   * Never abandon a friend, ally, or noble cause.&lt;br /&gt;   * Fight for the ideals of king, country, and chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;   * Die with valor.&lt;br /&gt;   * Always keep one's word of honor. (this changed)&lt;br /&gt;   * Always maintain one's principles. (this one too)&lt;br /&gt;   * Never betray a confidence or comrade. (yea this one by a mile)&lt;br /&gt;   * Avoid deception. (yeaaa ... riightt)&lt;br /&gt;   * Respect life and freedom. (too many people take it for granted)&lt;br /&gt;   * Die with honor.&lt;br /&gt;   * Exhibit manners. (do people even know what manners are anymore ?)&lt;br /&gt;   * Be polite and attentive.&lt;br /&gt;   * Be respectful of host, women, and honor.&lt;br /&gt;   * Loyalty to country, King, honor, freedom, and the code of chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;   * Loyalty to one's friends and those who lay their trust in thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Art of Courtly Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Art of Courtly Love by Andreas Capellanus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Marriage is no real excuse for not loving.&lt;br /&gt;  2. He who is not jealous cannot love. (this isn't necessarily always true)&lt;br /&gt;  3. No one can be bound by a double love.&lt;br /&gt;  4. It is well known that love is always increasing or decreasing. (this is something to think about)&lt;br /&gt;  5. That which a lover takes against the will of his beloved has no relish. (boys should know this)&lt;br /&gt;  6. Boys do not love until they reach the age of maturity. (WHAT AGE IS THAT ? AHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;  7. When one lover dies, a widowhood of two years is required of the survivor.&lt;br /&gt;  8. No one should be deprived of love without the very best of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;  9. No one can love unless he is propelled by the persuasion of love.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Love is always a stranger in the home of avarice.&lt;br /&gt; 11. It is not proper to love any woman whom one would be ashamed to seek to marry. (no, really)&lt;br /&gt; 12. A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved. (THAT'S FUCKIN RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt; 13. When made public love rarely endures. (hmmm ... i think this has changed)&lt;br /&gt; 14. The easy attainment of love makes it of little value: difficulty of attainment makes it prized. (FUCKIN RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt; 15. Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of his beloved. (either pale or flushes haha)&lt;br /&gt; 16. When a lover suddenly catches sight of his beloved his heart palpitates. ( :] )&lt;br /&gt; 17. A new love puts an old one to flight. (hmmm... true ?)&lt;br /&gt; 18. Good character alone makes any man worthy of love. (this is pretty true)&lt;br /&gt; 19. If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives. (... yeaaa)&lt;br /&gt; 20. A man in love is always apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt; 21. Real jealousy always increases the feeling of love. (maybeee .. there are limits nowadays)&lt;br /&gt; 22. Jealousy increases when one suspects his beloved. (... no fuckin duh)&lt;br /&gt; 23. He whom the thought of love vexes eats and sleeps very little.&lt;br /&gt; 24. Every act of a lover ends in the thought of his beloved.   ( ... I MISSS YOU VICTORRRRRR )&lt;br /&gt; 25. A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved.&lt;br /&gt; 26. Love can deny nothing to love.&lt;br /&gt; 27. A lover can never have enough of the solaces of his beloved.&lt;br /&gt; 28. A slight presumption causes a lover to suspect his beloved.&lt;br /&gt; 29. A man who is vexed by too much passion usually does not love.&lt;br /&gt; 30. A true lover is constantly and without intermission possessed by the thought of his beloved. ( I LOVE YOU VICTORRRR !!! )&lt;br /&gt;31. Nothing forbids one woman being loved by two men or one man by two women. (there is too much argument over this one nowadays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-9007744207085221996?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9007744207085221996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/view-full-compact-my-notes-drafts-ye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/9007744207085221996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/9007744207085221996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/view-full-compact-my-notes-drafts-ye.html' title='Ye Olde Code of Chivalry and Thy Art of Courtly Love'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-867802909312322730</id><published>2009-10-08T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:48:22.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Disney Princesses</title><content type='html'>Saw these &lt;a href="http://geektyrant.com/2009/09/twisted-disney-princesses-art-is-awesome/"&gt;Twisted Disney Princess Pics&lt;/a&gt; from the link that my friend Michelle sent me on facebook. They're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. It's like if the evil alter-egos of all the disney princesses have been put into a visualization, that's what they'd look like. I'll repost the pics here for your enjoyment. Take a look, its freakishly good. It would be even more awesome if they made a twisted series of movies for the darker egos of the princesses but I doubt it'll happen. Either way, they're excellent portrayals so have fun with them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_beautyandthebeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 380px;" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_beautyandthebeast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_mulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 379px;" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_mulan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_snowwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 380px;" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_snowwhite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_pocahontas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 380px;" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/twistedprincess_pocahontas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-867802909312322730?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/867802909312322730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisted-disney-princesses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/867802909312322730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/867802909312322730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisted-disney-princesses.html' title='Twisted Disney Princesses'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-3876395294642507790</id><published>2009-10-01T23:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:08:12.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming and Princess of the Fairytale :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content-resources.sympatico.ca/content/feeds/videos/warner/USREV0900557.sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://content-resources.sympatico.ca/content/feeds/videos/warner/USREV0900557.sc1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm Not Surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not Everything Lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,&lt;br /&gt;I Stop Keeping Track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk Myself In&lt;br /&gt;I Talk Myself Out&lt;br /&gt;I Get All Worked Up&lt;br /&gt;And Then I Let Myself Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It&lt;br /&gt;I Came Up With A Million Excuses&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid That I'll Get So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have To Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;I Guess It's Half Timing&lt;br /&gt;And The Other Half's Luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever It's Right&lt;br /&gt;You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid I'll Get So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Say All's Fair&lt;br /&gt;And In Love And War&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't Need To Fight It&lt;br /&gt;We'll Get It Right&lt;br /&gt;And We'll Be United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haven't Met You Yet &lt;/span&gt;by: Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all guess where's I'm going with this post. It may be a little long but bear with me, I have a lot of time on my hands and really, if you minded then you wouldn't be reading but anyways let's get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend like? I've been reading a lot ebooks by Nora Roberts and it got me thinking, do we really understand what true passionate, stop-your-heart kind of love is like? How do you know he/she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt;? What are the signs? What makes you so sure that your love will be unwavering, faithful, and honest? Most importantly, is it the "forever" kind of love that deep down, all of us long for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but to some extent I think Nora Roberts has it down pat. She really understands what it is that draws women in to the idea, the concept of and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; idealistic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;. Reading her ebooks and also a lot of her other novels over the years has  made me realize that although it's idealistic, it isn't necessarily impossible for a guy who's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;to exist in a tangible form (yes, that would be in flesh and blood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm talking about the idealistic perfect dream guy/girl (lets stick with dream guys since I am female and its easier 'cause... face it, we're actually more interested in the theory of the perfect guy), I'm not talking about physical appearances here. Of course we all have our own ideas about the perfect-LOOKING guy but c'mon, the physical impression is always first - the whole love-at-first-sight sorta stuff and that's what catches our eyes, makes our hearts stop, and its always the very first kind of contact between the leading characters in a romance novel. But although it is the looks we see and pay attention to first, when we're faced with reality, obviously the looks department doesn't rank high on the list in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long term. &lt;/span&gt;When we're faced with long-term results what are we looking for girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, we're looking for the stable guys, the dependable guys, the chivalry, the prince-charming attitudes, the heroes, the cocky-confident guys, the shy-nerdy types who still manage to have a manly side when the situation calls for it, you know the cliches girls. But when it comes down to it, we're looking for all of the above. I know it'll differ for every girl, but at the heart of everything let's face it. We want a guy who's got points in every department; courage, intelligence, loving, caring, dependable, trustworthy, honesty, humility, and just about every other admirable characteristic we can think of along with the side benefit of being TOTALLY HOT and good-looking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking for the guys who fit and compliment us in every possible way, but at the same time we want a guy who we can affect in a positive way as well. We want the men who challenge us, physically, mentally, intellectually and of course sexually. Obviously it's not easy to find a guy in this world who'll score perfect in every category but we can always try to find the one that comes close right? So here's the questions to ask yourself, do you want the typical hot guy while risking the chance he's an asshole? Or are you willing to sacrifice the cliche of a Prince Charming for the not-so-perfect guy who may end up being perfect for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an easy question to answer right? No, not really because let's face it. We're selfish. Yes girls, I exposed us, we're selfish, we're greedy, and we want the good looking guy. We want the Prince Charming, the Knight in Shining Armour, and every other cliche in the fairytale book. Sorry though, cause they don't exist, so fuck Prince Charming and settle for the next best thing 'cause if you're going to keep on searching for the Prince, you're going to be searching for a very long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-3876395294642507790?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3876395294642507790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/prince-charming-and-princess-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3876395294642507790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3876395294642507790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/prince-charming-and-princess-of.html' title='Prince Charming and Princess of the Fairytale :)'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-3276903230527266938</id><published>2009-10-01T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:03:50.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Text-cheating?</title><content type='html'>Cheating. Ah, the word which causes such heated debate among such a colourful variety of parties. Men, women, young teens in "love" or better termed as "in like". There are so many definitions for cheating, some simple, some more detailed and complex - but how many types &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; there? We're all familiar with cheating ranging anywhere from a hug, a kiss, dancing with the opposite sex, meeting with someone behind your other's back and even something as ridiculous as talking to another boy/girl who your boyfriend or girlfriend doesn't know can be considered cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, but there are so many different types of mediums to "cheat". Msn, email, phone calls, clubbing/partying, the ever-popular Facebook, and of course text messaging. But what do we call cheating by text messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a girl sitting next to me in a lecture today talking about how some "guy in grade 12 is text-cheating on his girlfriend" with the girl sitting next to me. I was tempted to ask her what the hell "text-cheating" is but its a rhetorical question. It's exactly that. Cheating by text messages. It just seems so trivial that someone would go so far as to cheat by text messaging another girl. One may think that text messages don't seem important enough to be able to cause serious damage in a relationship but I guess that depends on the nature of the content in those text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, but I'm wondering "Why bother going to the trouble of "text-cheating"?"&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored of your girlfriend that you won't text her but another girl instead then just break it off. Why sneak around? But the answers will always vary and there will always be excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is guys/girls. Cut the crap. If your boyfriend/girlfriend isn't enough to hold your attention and affection then just break it off. It's not going to last if you're going to get bored and it doesn't make anyone happy. However, if short-term relationships are more your alley, then by all means, sneak away. I just still think its a waste of time and effort. Especially since at the core of it all, in our idealistic world, we'd all love to have a relationship with good foundations. Love, trust, communication, communication and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we'll talk relationships again another day. Time to pay attention to the movie in this lecture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Night and Good Luck&lt;/span&gt; (thats the title of the movie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-3276903230527266938?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3276903230527266938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/text-cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3276903230527266938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/3276903230527266938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/10/text-cheating.html' title='Text-cheating?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-4210679682984289841</id><published>2009-09-28T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:25:45.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down? .. depressed?</title><content type='html'>I only have a few words to say about thatt....&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this manga called  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hana no Namae&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Saitou Ken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whether I'm happy or you're unhappy, you're the one who makes that decision. No matter how much you want someone to save you from your suffering, you won't be saved. Because what you need in order to crawl out of the darkness are your own two hands.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well , think on that for a bit every time you're feeling down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-4210679682984289841?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4210679682984289841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-down-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/4210679682984289841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/4210679682984289841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-down-depressed.html' title='Feeling down? .. depressed?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-5454852261032701874</id><published>2009-09-28T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:10:30.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love those lectures ....</title><content type='html'>So you're in university/college now and first year, you go to your first week (obviously nothing's going to sink in first week) - scratch that - first couple weeks of lectures and you're thinking damn, I am definitely not going to be able to stay awake during this 1+ hour(s). So .... what do I do? Well sorry , I dont have the answers to that. I do however know (maybe better than most people) what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouldn't &lt;/span&gt;be doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook/fb chat, twitter, myspace, blogger (hehe oops), hotmail, gmail, any other kind of community site or email.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MSN, AIM, yahoo messenger, ICQ (lawl), skype, oovoo, etc, i think you get the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Games sites .. any of them! TSK TSK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be reading things you shouldn't be (or looking at things...) ... I'm talking about other hwk/readings from other lectures duh! What are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop flirting with the cute girl/guy behind, beside, in front, or down the row from you... this does including MSNing them ... if you happen to have their msn in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you missed out on your tv shows last night stream them later! Not in classsssssss.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staring at other people's laptop screens is rude, stop being creepy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're dozing off, get someone to flick your neck each time you start snoring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just ignore that person down the row who's chewing really loudly... Whether you pay attention or not, the awkwardness is still going to be there :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're really not enjoying any of your lectures, and not retaining any information no matter what you do ... then just get out of that room. Run away and change your major&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ah well , enjoy yourself. I should get back to paying attention to my lecture. Only an hour left! :) Have fun in class kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-5454852261032701874?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5454852261032701874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotta-love-those-lectures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5454852261032701874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5454852261032701874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotta-love-those-lectures.html' title='Gotta love those lectures ....'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2282866219619618411</id><published>2009-09-27T22:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:39:32.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Syracuse, New York - new School ... and Sucky parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SsAdoZ9cCXI/AAAAAAAAACo/vpPi7xR-c3k/s1600-h/P9040519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SsAdoZ9cCXI/AAAAAAAAACo/vpPi7xR-c3k/s200/P9040519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337734335662450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SsAddxghwbI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lybo2UGoc6E/s1600-h/P9040536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SsAddxghwbI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lybo2UGoc6E/s200/P9040536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386337551678292402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yea, it was pretty fun as you can see. I know I'm a couple weeks late but hey, better late than never right?. I can't really say that I've been so hectic that I couldn't update but yea, I was just being lazy :) With the new dog, the new school, and bf going on vacation for the first two weeks of school , I was still stuck in summer-mode. It was a fun trip overall. Went to two duty free stores, 2 malls, lots of shopping, a nail salon for manicures and pedicures, and had a lot of fun just hanging out with some other viet families. We saw a vietnamese show/concert thing something along the lines of a mini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris by Night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's a lot of fun so far. The classes aren't really interesting yet because of all the introductory crap but it's starting and a start is better than nothing. I'm slowly getting into the groove of school again although I'll admit this is a different setting and different atmosphere compared to highschool and elementary school traditions that I've been accustomed to for the past 12 years of my life. Homework checks, uniform checks, deadline extensions on a whim, teachers knowing my name and face after the first week (duh), being stuck - oops - i mean making friends with the same people for the consecutive years until I graduated, etc etc etc. Now, my teachers hardly recognize me, they don't write on the board as often thanks to the invention of powerpoint technology, my peers may never see me again, nevermind know my name, and I hate coming home more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, home is wonderful, love my dog, love my family, love my house and all that jazz, but GOD help me, I don't know if I can stand another 4 years under the same roof as my parents. Let's just say long story short, I wanted to go out for a night and stay over at a friend's residence, my parents complained, it became an argument, now they're trying to justify that as long as I live under their roof, I can't go out to a party that lasts past midnight. I'm 18, soon to 19 (legal to drink) and in 3 years I'll be 21, a legal adult in all aspects despite still being a "fresh young adult". Welllllll , lets just say if I manage to stay sane until I get that degree in my hands, I DESERVE SOME EFFING KUDOS. ARGH. Four words, ASIAN PARENTS REALLY SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I won't be telling them the truth anymore because they obviously can't handle it . Back to the good ol' days of lying and pissing off my parents for the sheer joy that I love to piss them off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shit disturber against them , I know. If you were their kid too, you'd understand where I'm coming from. Just ask my brother. Anyways, I still love my parents, they're just god damn annoying like how parents are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, until next time! Toodles noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2282866219619618411?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2282866219619618411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/syracuse-new-york-new-school-and-sucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2282866219619618411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2282866219619618411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/09/syracuse-new-york-new-school-and-sucky.html' title='Syracuse, New York - new School ... and Sucky parents.'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SsAdoZ9cCXI/AAAAAAAAACo/vpPi7xR-c3k/s72-c/P9040519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-220173496433403731</id><published>2009-08-31T15:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:56:21.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut, Dinosaurs, Dead Sea Scrolls &amp; Dazzling Jewels!</title><content type='html'>Lots of D's this weekend. Lets start off with the debut. Faye's debut was pretty cool, it was a first for me so I was excited. Lots of dancing, lots of ceremonies and lots of fun. The dinner was good, loved the dessert and Hors D'oeuvres. YUMMMMM. All in all, it was fun. The after party unfortunately flopped. There was just way too many people :( and some of the invited couldn't find their way to the entrance of the hotel through the rain. Boooo. Oh well. Hope Faye had an overall good time anyways! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, the ROM adventure with the boyfriend was also lots of fun. We went to the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit and were educated for a bit. It was interesting and some of the short videos were fascinating to watch. There were private tours you could listen in on during the exhibit, but I'm not really a tour-person sooo... I went ahead on my own.  All in all, I really enjoyed it! The dinosaur and Gemstones exhibit were also explored as well as the Biodiversity (animalssssssss!) exhibit too. I took a lot of pics but they're all on facebook. I'll post up some later on :) Or if you have me on facebook, stop by and check out the album of the ROM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fabulous weekend, and I'm going to miss spending time with the bf for the next 2 weeks while he's away on vacation in HK &amp;amp; Philippines :( Have fun babe! Take lots of pics and bring me back a panda! D= LOLOL kidding. Anyways, my Syracuse trip is this weekend :) I'm going to buy my new laptop while I'm there so WOO! Super excited. ROAD TRIPPPPPP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-220173496433403731?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/220173496433403731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/debut-dinosaurs-dead-sea-scrolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/220173496433403731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/220173496433403731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/debut-dinosaurs-dead-sea-scrolls.html' title='Debut, Dinosaurs, Dead Sea Scrolls &amp; Dazzling Jewels!'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-1461832754265377910</id><published>2009-08-23T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:57:39.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS UNIVERSE 2009! WHO WILL IT BE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249677842vietnam_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 227px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249677842vietnam_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1250097598Vietnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 228px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1250097598Vietnam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss Vietnam actually doesn't look too bad this year for 2009. Her english is a lot better than that of 2008's Miss Vietnam too! Too bad, I don't think she'll have a very large chance this year :(  Indonesia and Malaysia are crazily pretty though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249672619indonesia_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 226px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249672619indonesia_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Singapore's traditional costume though . It's a beautiful flower. Miss USA has a really bad camel toe in her costume :( and Miss Japan's not leaving much of an impression although much has to be said on her racy traditional costume. -shakes head- What's wrong with the asian misses of 2009? Step it up ladies! Up against the other 30-something (exaggerated) latinos we have to make our mark! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that little rant, the ladies (on the whole) are looking marvelous and breathtakingly beautiful this year. Lastly, who else is looking forward to see if Miss USA trips and falls this year, following the tradition of the last two Miss USA's ahaha. Guess we'll have to wait til 11pm ET to see! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249674106netherlands_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249674106netherlands_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249677787venezuela_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249677787venezuela_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249673755maylasia_3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249673755maylasia_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes ladies, Dean Cain's one of the judges this year! Yummy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1250098843Singapore.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249675101singapore_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 225px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1249675101singapore_0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1250098843Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 225px;" src="http://cdn.missuniverse.com/media/photos/galleries/gallery_photo1250098843Singapore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;All of these photos were copied straight from &lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com/members/contestants"&gt;http://www.missuniverse.com/members/contestants&lt;/a&gt; . I do not take credit for any of these photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-1461832754265377910?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1461832754265377910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-vietnam-actually-doesnt-look-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1461832754265377910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1461832754265377910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-vietnam-actually-doesnt-look-too.html' title='MISS UNIVERSE 2009! WHO WILL IT BE?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-8403233997761934854</id><published>2009-08-22T00:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:39:02.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Posting :(</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay on new blogposts. I'll have another update soon this week when i upload my vids and pics from the past week or so :) . Here's what's to come, some lightning storm action, the bf playing basketball and a few of the bf's car meets! woo! Here we go with some updates. Stay tunedddddd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-8403233997761934854?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8403233997761934854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8403233997761934854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/8403233997761934854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-posting.html' title='Late Posting :('/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-6486924685095105238</id><published>2009-08-13T11:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:03:25.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POUTINI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dogandponystudios.com/poutini/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/IMG_2433-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.dogandponystudios.com/poutini/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/IMG_2433-225x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know where this place is exactly (&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=1112+Queen+Street+West&amp;amp;sll=43.641371,-79.420145&amp;amp;sspn=0.007531,0.017767&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=43.643824,-79.420917&amp;amp;spn=0.007531,0.017767&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;iwloc=A"&gt;1112 Queen Street West&lt;/a&gt; .... just west of Queen and Dovercourt) but it looks pretty cool and I hope I can try it out one day :D The thought of poutine is making my mouth water so I'll probably grab lunch in a bit haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm pretty much chilling for the day (like how most of my summer's been) and waiting to go for my golf lesson this afternoon at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, we'll see if I have anything else interesting to say after tonight! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-6486924685095105238?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6486924685095105238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-where-this-place-is-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6486924685095105238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6486924685095105238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-where-this-place-is-exactly.html' title='POUTINI!'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-1522741427692709895</id><published>2009-08-10T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:18:18.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny wedding intro + 8-yr old gets dumped :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very humourous and unforgettable wedding entrance ! :) Old video I know, but I still love it haha. Makes me laugh everytime. I hope when I get married, it'll be unforgettable like this one, although I dont think I'd want to do it exactly the same way 'cause then it wouldn't be "my own special day". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite note, young love sucks doesn't it? Cute little boy expresses his views on a girl who dumped him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/xSrc-rTKP1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/xSrc-rTKP1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna destroy her!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I scheduled a driving class for tomorrow to get a little more practice driving on the highway , although I've already done that with my parents over the past year but hey, a little bit more practice will probably be better for me in the end. I hope I can get my G on the first try, but after my occasional experience on the highway, I haven't found it to be too difficult merging, and exiting and changing lanes. Ah well, we'll see how it goes I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm pretty excited for this saturday. Cottage day! WOO! This week is supposed to be the nicest week of the summer so I'm pretty happy about that. Boo to those who can't make it! :( BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO X 10000000000000 LOL. I'm kidding, everyone's got their reasons. S'ok, I'll be soaking up the sun for them. In the meantime , my schedule for university looks awesome, my golf swing is improving and summer's coming to a close (nooooo!) . Okay, that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-1522741427692709895?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1522741427692709895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-wedding-intro-driving-classes-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1522741427692709895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1522741427692709895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-wedding-intro-driving-classes-oo.html' title='Funny wedding intro + 8-yr old gets dumped :('/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-5290452182712232827</id><published>2009-08-07T16:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:25:34.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Noodle sets Guinness Record! Oh yumm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.asntown.net/5/longest_noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 223px;" src="http://i2.asntown.net/5/longest_noodle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Li Enhai, a Chinese chef who has set the Guinness world record in which he made a 2,852-km-long noodle with one kg of flour, presents his skill in noodle stretching at the opening ceremony of a local hotel in Keshikten city of north China's Inner Mongolia Region."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2009-07/29/content_11793911.htm"&gt;http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2009-07/29/content_11793911.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a noodle-lover myself, I have to admit this is pretty impressive! I want to eat it ! LOL How long do you think I'd be slurping noodle until I reach the end of it ? Wooww , this is making me hungry now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.asntown.net/5/longest_noodle_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 276px;" src="http://i2.asntown.net/5/longest_noodle_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-5290452182712232827?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5290452182712232827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/longest-noodle-sets-guinness-record-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5290452182712232827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/5290452182712232827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/longest-noodle-sets-guinness-record-oh.html' title='Longest Noodle sets Guinness Record! Oh yumm'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2533519269608996622</id><published>2009-08-06T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:25:10.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellowinggg...</title><content type='html'>-Sigh- I don't know what it is, but I'm sure the girls will understand me on this one. Sometimes, even though you have a great day and there's nothing wrong with your relationships with family, friends or boyfriend.. sometimes there's still that part at the end of the day where you just don't really feel happy. You're content and no one's hurt you mentally, physically, or emotionally but still... something's off and you can't figure out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe this in words? It's like you've found that empty spot in your soul and just want to sit there awhile mellowing with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make any sense? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm feeling right now and maybe its mixed in with a bit of missing the boyfriend but at the same time that's not the only thing tugging at me. I guess I feel a little lonely at the moment but I'm sure everyone's got their own "off-moments" on even perfectly good days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a good day, improved my golf swing and learned a lot. Now I just have to put it into practice! :) My fingers hurt, hands are raw and red but damn did it feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to an amazing year and eight months my love! &lt;3 Love you lots honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2533519269608996622?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2533519269608996622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/mellowinggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2533519269608996622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2533519269608996622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/mellowinggg.html' title='Mellowinggg...'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-639756027809635688</id><published>2009-08-05T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:46:40.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New clubs &amp; cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful day out with a girlfriend, Dee, she's like my sister but unrelated by blood. :( Went to the mall and walked around, ordered her contacts, and I had a lovely little personal cheesecake all to myself. WOOOOOO ! Had a craving for it, and I couldn't resist. I wish I had taken a picture to show you, but unfortunately I dug into it without even thinking of taking a pic. It was delicious though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my cheesecake-craving, I went to Golf Town with daddy today and bought a set of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Fairway&lt;/span&gt; left-handed golf clubs (I'm only missing the putter to complete the entire set) . They're so light and pretty easy to handle, I'm excited to start breaking them in before my golf lesson tomorrow! Can't wait!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.golfio.com/images/products/ADR0063_LARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.golfio.com/images/products/ADR0063_LARGE.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/1304007576203531598-639756027809635688?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/639756027809635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-clubs-cheesecake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/639756027809635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/639756027809635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-clubs-cheesecake.html' title='New clubs &amp; cheesecake'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-6495035492441093619</id><published>2009-08-03T22:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:32:38.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort , Driving range &amp; Tree Top Trekking ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SneigaP-rMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KXq6wQjoiJk/s1600-h/P8039540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SneigaP-rMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KXq6wQjoiJk/s200/P8039540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365936158721092802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about an eventful weekend , must say that despite my doubts , it turned out much better than I expected ! Lets start with the resort itself: Horseshoe Resort was HUGE, and when I'm saying huge, I mean the amenities and all the activities surrounded the resort covered so much land it was incredible! I'd say well over 50 acres of land was dedicated to the activities which included two golf courses, ATV &amp;amp; dirt biking , bicycle trails, ski slopes , a driving range/golf club, tree top trekking, hummer adventures, segway trails, and so much more. The activities are a little pricy, but you really do get your money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SnejDTFgWnI/AAAAAAAAABg/mco6APKtzS8/s1600-h/P8039539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SnejDTFgWnI/AAAAAAAAABg/mco6APKtzS8/s200/P8039539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365936758093535858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend and I did Tree Top Trekking but it was definitely a satisfying, fun and physically exhausting workout . The courses were a lot of fun, lots of zip lines and mini-game-challenges to get from one tree to the next. If your girlfriend's the type who doesn't like to do any type of physical activity , then I wouldn't suggest this but for the couples that like to try things that are new, not too difficult to learn and a little outdoorsy , THIS is definitely something worth trying out. Its a slow type of exercise and so much fun along the way. The 3 hours it takes to go through a few of the courses really flies by but by the end of it, its a good feeling to know that yea - you made it through and had fun trying! :) If or when I ever get the chance to do it again, I am most definitely bringing GLOVES to wear LOL . Gripping the cables to get myself across the challenges was the most physically tiring experience but other than that, most of it was just balance and pulling yourself across the ropes and ladders :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SnersWSoAyI/AAAAAAAAABw/KzjM9iJbw_4/s1600-h/P8039547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SnersWSoAyI/AAAAAAAAABw/KzjM9iJbw_4/s200/P8039547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365946259421528866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/Snejga-rfaI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6bfmAjQEbI/s1600-h/P8029517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/Snejga-rfaI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z6bfmAjQEbI/s200/P8029517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365937258428595618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The driving range itself on the property was ginormous, like I mean, 10 acres - sort of - ginormous . The resort was a nice place to relax and get some exercise in but not so much that you wreck your body into exhaustion. There's also a spa if exercising isn't your thing - plus, at the end of the day you could dip into the indoor or outdoor pool, and go for a bit of fine dining at Silks (the resort's restaurant) . Really cool resort to go to and I enjoyed every second of it :) Food was great , the pool &amp;amp; golf was relaxing , entertainment and amenities were awesome and very different from the norm in the city and the staff were all very helpful and really friendly! This resort was definitely true to its 3-star rating :) LOVED IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-6495035492441093619?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6495035492441093619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/resort-driving-range-tree-top-trekking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6495035492441093619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6495035492441093619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/08/resort-driving-range-tree-top-trekking.html' title='Resort , Driving range &amp; Tree Top Trekking ?!'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Zx24gSo8Ak/SneigaP-rMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KXq6wQjoiJk/s72-c/P8039540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-6062892584875159531</id><published>2009-07-30T22:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:20:03.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping = Love</title><content type='html'>There really isn't any problem or depression that can't be cured by shopping . Seriously . A new bag or pair of shoes is my chicken noodle soup to my ailments LOL . So , my trip to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toronto Eaton Centre&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be a trip where the most I'd spend was on food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;called out to me&lt;/span&gt; . The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COACH&lt;/span&gt; store looked so inviting I couldn't resist , so being any normal shopaholic teenager with a passion for new wristlets , I went in to go look at the new prints (although I'd already seen all the new 2009 styles online). I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; after about 5 minutes of browsing and the price on it wasn't really that bad either but still out &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/Coach/42904_svm2_a0?$product_image$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 262px;" src="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/Coach/42904_svm2_a0?$product_image$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of my $20 budget for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the store to think on it and really mull it over before making a decision like I always do with almost every purchase. After eating , I couldn't deny it anymore. The image of the wristlet wouldn't leave my thoughts . BOO HOO - I know . So inevitably , I went back in , picked it up and bought it . I don't regret it but damn , the mind war with myself was tiring . All in all , it was a lovely day with the girlies :) ... their boyfriends showed up halfway through , and I started to miss the love of my life but its okay ! I get to see him all weekend and its going to be a long one! WOO ! Is life good or what ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriends and shopping&lt;/span&gt; - my girlfriend asked me why I didn't just ask my boyfriend to buy the wristlet for me if I was so worried over the price . Really , I had never thought of asking him . Maybe because there just isn't the same satisfaction of shopping for my own stuff ? Don't get me wrong , I love my boyfriend , and I love receiving gifts from him and him buying stuff for me :D - I mean , what kind of normal-fashion-loving girlfriend doesn't like their boyfriend shopping for them ? But I guess if I had really not been able to afford it , I would have asked but the reality is that I can, but not with my own money . It's my parents' money afterall . I guess when I feel like its something I really want with absolute certainty I would ask the boyfriend but right now , the wristlet was a satisfying purchase (despite my parents not knowing LOL) :) and I'm glad I bought it now althought I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have waited 'til later, haha..I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , if really wanted a new handbag soon, I'd ask for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LV Totally Damier Azur PM&lt;/span&gt; ;) Haha , goodnight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.replicaestore.com/mo/media/product/n/n51/n51261%23_123667450_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.replicaestore.com/mo/media/product/n/n51/n51261%23_123667450_md.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/1304007576203531598-6062892584875159531?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6062892584875159531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6062892584875159531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/6062892584875159531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-love.html' title='Shopping = Love'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-4942444742687429447</id><published>2009-07-29T22:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:19:48.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>115 yards w/ 9-iron!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm making some progress with this golfing thing! 115 yards was my farthest hit today, unfortunately I didn't get a shot of it (darnit). Now I need to learn how to aim for a specific direction. :) Anyways, I think that if I really get the hang of this, I may end up buying a set of women's golf clubs. The mens golf clubs that I've been using which belong to my dad are ridiculously heavy. Ugh, when I borrowed a women's club it was 10 times lighter - definitely much easier to handle and swing with. Anyways, who knows? I hope I continue to like this 'cause the thought of playing through 6 hours of 18 holes doesn't sound too appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.darkinthedark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/tim-burton-alice-in-wonderland-chatty-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.darkinthedark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/tim-burton-alice-in-wonderland-chatty-flowers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New movie coming out 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the golf lesson , I'm getting super excited (8 months ahead) for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; coming out on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 5th 2010&lt;/span&gt;! The released pictures look amazing and I'm looking forward to Burton's surreal look on the story. Supposedly, it's supposed to be a sequel to the first visit that Alice makes to Wonderland as a kid, and now she's a teenager (17 years old I think?). Overall, the point is - I'm excited for it. Maybe I'm hyping myself up too much about it, but I hope it doesn't disappoint! Remember , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 5 2010&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer shopping list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course , my inner shopaholic is starting to get antsy as September closes in on me! (eek, university!) So I've started to make a list of things I need &amp;amp; want to get before or as September rolls in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glasses (new frames)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes (oh it never ends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Textbooks (need to find that out during the 1st week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haircut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metropass/GO pass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The list will be added on to later.. for not that's all I've got. Mmmkay I'm getting sleepy D: - until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-4942444742687429447?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4942444742687429447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/115-yards-w-9-iron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/4942444742687429447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/4942444742687429447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/115-yards-w-9-iron.html' title='115 yards w/ 9-iron!'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-7541611515317695657</id><published>2009-07-28T22:48:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:22:02.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Origami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/wall_e/wall_e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 344px;" src="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/wall_e/wall_e0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Talk about talent, ingenuity and amazing creativity.. I'm jealous! There, I said it. Just recently saw on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; David Choi&lt;/span&gt;'s blog (&lt;a href="http://davidchoimusic.com/origami-genius/"&gt;http://davidchoimusic.com/origami-genius/&lt;/a&gt;) a post about this guy named Brian who makes original origami art. Seriously, it's amazing. You have to check it out! Apparently, he's the brother of Wesley Chan from &lt;a href="http://www.wongfuproductions.com/"&gt;WongFuProdu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wongfuproductions.com/"&gt;ctions&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways, he's a graduate of MIT and can be hired for his origami artwork ! :)  Here's some samples! You can visit his website here: &lt;a href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/"&gt;http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/ironman/ironman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 178px;" src="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/ironman/ironman1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/sephiroth/sephiroth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 177px;" src="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/sephiroth/sephiroth1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/suigintou/suigintou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 221px;" src="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/suigintou/suigintou1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/grasshopper/grasshopper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 140px;" src="http://chosetec.darkclan.net/origami/grasshopper/grasshopper1.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/1304007576203531598-7541611515317695657?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7541611515317695657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-origami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7541611515317695657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/7541611515317695657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-origami.html' title='Awesome Origami'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-393250509692761870</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:46:22.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hot outside &amp; I'm wearing a sweater...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2598428251_36c852f062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 185px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2598428251_36c852f062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There must be something wrong with me.. It's 26 degrees celsius and I have a sweater on, the window open and my fan on. Ridiculous. Anyways, I really am bored out of my mind, I think there's a thunderstorm coming tomorrow even though I have a golf lesson scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I plan to see some new movies in the next few weeks, hopefully go buy them as bootlegs with the boyfriend this weekend or next or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Age 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-Force&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm not sure about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt; anymore because I haven't heard any good feedback about it but if it happens to be out .. then maybe? Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-393250509692761870?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/393250509692761870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-hot-outside-im-wearing-sweater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/393250509692761870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/393250509692761870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-hot-outside-im-wearing-sweater.html' title='It&apos;s hot outside &amp; I&apos;m wearing a sweater...'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2598428251_36c852f062_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-2715047833656843574</id><published>2009-07-28T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:14:31.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Noodle.Kitty?</title><content type='html'>Well , the title is pretty self explanatory. Why the blog name Noodle.Kitty ? To be honest, I was inspired by RiceBunny aka Michelle Phan on Youtube. (Check out her awesome videos for cool make up tips and more! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MichellePhan"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/MichellePhan&lt;/a&gt;) Anyways, back to the reason behind the name - Other than Michelle Phan's cute username, I wanted to make a username that wasn't as boring and non-creative like my past usernames. So the noodle part is well, basically because I love to eat noodles. :D The kitty part is because I think kittens and cats are adorable as well as the fact that I have a cat of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that I've finally settled on a layout. I think that's all I've got for now. 'Til next time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-2715047833656843574?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2715047833656843574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-noodlekitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2715047833656843574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/2715047833656843574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-noodlekitty.html' title='Why Noodle.Kitty?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304007576203531598.post-1658289222408213542</id><published>2009-07-28T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:30:00.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of blogging?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm , so here's the start of a new page in my life. Blogging ? Maybe . Let's see how far I can take this and hopefully I can keep my interest fresh with ideas and stories to tell . Not much to tell today , I didn't do much at all . -Sigh- That's to be expected of a jobless summer holiday I guess. :( The most that's happening is chores, laundry, lawn-mowing and some cleaning that's being delayed haha. Oh well ! Trying to schedule another golf lesson but with all this rain happening , I don't think I can schedule one tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to: Cottage day on Aug 15 ;). That should be a fun-filled event! I'm definitely stoked. Hopefully I'm able to accomodate the number of people coming but I guess I'll just have to wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to go look for a new blog layout. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304007576203531598-1658289222408213542?l=noodlekitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1658289222408213542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/beginning-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1658289222408213542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304007576203531598/posts/default/1658289222408213542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noodlekitty.blogspot.com/2009/07/beginning-of-blogging.html' title='The beginning of blogging?'/><author><name>NOODLE.KITTY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12793896399640496115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaLkDm9ZiVg/TVtFo3CmoCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIOBpzYdmOA/s220/j3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
