<?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-33758619</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:22:19.915+11:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-7317274632479814863</id><published>2007-03-11T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:42:55.620+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It is messy after all</title><content type='html'>I know. i  know. i must apologize for not writing after i came back from my hols. It was a cracker. a beauty. fantastic and amazing. Unfortunatey i got robbed on my way back in bloody India. So.... sweeties.. the most terrible thing happenend. I lost my camera and all the valuable photos. I was in a depressed state for weeks after that. I had to get help from a friend since i had no cash. Anyway that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from blogging for a while. Today i seem to check the mvblogs site and ..wow..a make up. good on fellas.. and many new bloggers too... for the all new bloggers ..my name is messy or missy what ever you want to call will suit me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual i have been busy for some time. earn some cash since i was broke and all... now sort of settling back to reality.. was living with a friend the past previous month... still looking for a cheap place which suits my packaging... it is so bloody hard these days to find a place to rent... so many things have changed here... there have been riots on the street just after i left in the area i live... unheard of here in Australia... and water restrictions are on force now meaning we can only use H2O for certain purposes...in a few days time we wont be flushing the loo.... so many things have changed... friends married.. others splitted...new rumors and new pregnancies and abortions...hehe.. some of them even look and talk different... thats the kind of difference a few days makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thats it for now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooood night sweetie pies and lovelie pies&lt;br /&gt;so what have you all been doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-7317274632479814863?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7317274632479814863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=7317274632479814863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/7317274632479814863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/7317274632479814863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-messy-after-all.html' title='It is messy after all'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-8176106828795892508</id><published>2006-11-22T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:37:43.446+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss him</title><content type='html'>Leaving early now. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Thorpe"&gt;Thorpedo  &lt;/a&gt;has retired  from swimming. That also at the very tender age of 24. So young. He must have had the pressures from the media. There are rumors that he met a guy while in LA. By the way he has been called a gay. No one knows for sure.I think it is the media that made him quit. I am going to miss seeing his stream lined body for one thing.  He looks so cute and no one can deny that. There are also rumors that he is going to take up acting in LA. Others say he is moving in to as being a youth ambassador of UN. What ever he do i wish him best of luck and we all will miss you thorpe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-8176106828795892508?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8176106828795892508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=8176106828795892508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/8176106828795892508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/8176106828795892508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-will-miss-him.html' title='I will miss him'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-4330246648445701340</id><published>2006-11-20T16:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:18:06.704+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono and Pearl together</title><content type='html'>I have never seen anything like this. The &lt;a href="http://www.g20.org/Public/index.jsp"&gt;G20 &lt;/a&gt;meeting was held here. There were protests everywhere. Violent ones and silent vigils to eating only rice and water vigils. I don't know what the heck all this was about. Still do not know. The best thing was i was able to see Bono and PEarl Jam together on stage. In the name of eradicating poverty.  That was soo coool. Love u bono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-4330246648445701340?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4330246648445701340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=4330246648445701340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/4330246648445701340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/4330246648445701340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/bono-and-pearl-together.html' title='Bono and Pearl together'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-7974080642192531278</id><published>2006-11-13T06:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:20:45.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Template changes happening everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every one is changing their templates. I want to change mine as well. I am terrible with IT stuff.  Can anyone make me a nice template with flowers? I love tulips. :) No rewards or money but something more valuable will be shared. Love.&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/33758619-7974080642192531278?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7974080642192531278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=7974080642192531278&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/7974080642192531278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/7974080642192531278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/template-changes-happening-everywhere.html' title='Template changes happening everywhere'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-2341781035184125537</id><published>2006-11-13T05:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:05:30.368+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning sweeties. My arm feels a lot better today.  Going to the movies today. My holiday is confirmed and i am leaving on the 25th of this month. My sick leave has been merged with my holidays. That is the best thing that happened to me this year. I mean this arm. lol. Flight is booked and ticket bought. Looking forward to it. Oh! i haven't told where i am going. Actually it is one of the most  intact areas in the world.  It is Tibet.  Cant wait. Cant wait.  So excited.&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/33758619-2341781035184125537?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2341781035184125537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=2341781035184125537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/2341781035184125537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/2341781035184125537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116327191283420215</id><published>2006-11-12T06:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.739+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am In a lot of pain</title><content type='html'>It is not my heart thats torn apart. Neither my apron nor my skirt. It is my skin. I hit and scratched myself so badly on a wall yesterday that my elbow looks so red and swollen that its color resembles  that of a tomato and size that of a swelled balloon. I was told that i have ripped a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tendon"&gt;tendon&lt;/a&gt;. It is so very painful. Well, at least it was. I am on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codeine"&gt;codeine &lt;/a&gt;that is making me feel a bit relieved from pain. My arm is on a sling or what ever they call it and asked not to move much. The good news is that it will repair itself. Just need a couple of days rest. I hope so. Or else i will go crazy with out being able to do anything. Imagine it has already taken me more than 15 minutes to type this thing. grrrrr.The other good news is that i can blog more now since i will be having some free time. :)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116327191283420215?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116327191283420215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116327191283420215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116327191283420215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116327191283420215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-in-lot-of-pain.html' title='I am In a lot of pain'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116300790385551495</id><published>2006-11-09T04:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.674+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All for the better</title><content type='html'>A Good morning  to every one. The weather is shitty out side though. The good news is that the George Bush who is responsible for many atrocities against the human kind is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lame_duck_%28politics%29"&gt;lame duck&lt;/a&gt; now.  Amen to that. It &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/06/30/AR2006063001478.html"&gt;looks like&lt;/a&gt; that women are going to rule the world from here on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116300790385551495?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116300790385551495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116300790385551495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116300790385551495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116300790385551495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-for-better.html' title='All for the better'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116299572701798052</id><published>2006-11-09T00:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gud niht.</title><content type='html'>*Yawn*. Sleepy time. Good night and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116299572701798052?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116299572701798052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116299572701798052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116299572701798052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116299572701798052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/gud-niht.html' title='Gud niht.'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116299320234034002</id><published>2006-11-09T00:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you cant make it on your own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first time i heard an Eric Clapton song was his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears In Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. I cried that night listening to the emotion filled words. Those were the teenage days. When life was messed up with nothing to do except, well just enjoy. Nothing much has changed since then. I still feel like i am the same person, that same person who loved to live life and knows how to do it. I am humble like a bee, which usually people don't recognize. Soft and delicate like a rose petal which some think can be shredded very easily. There are thorns on the way, mind you. I don't care what others might think of me. I do care about bono and bono  takes care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono will be here on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U2 LYRICS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough, you think you've got the stuff&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me and anyone&lt;br /&gt;You're hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to always be right&lt;br /&gt;Let me take some of the punches&lt;br /&gt;For you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight all the time&lt;br /&gt;You and I...that's alright&lt;br /&gt;We're the same soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't need...I don't need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That if we weren't so alike&lt;br /&gt;You'd like me a whole lot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we don't talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it all&lt;br /&gt;Can - you - hear - me - when - I -&lt;br /&gt;Sing, you're the reason I sing&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why the opera is in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we now?&lt;br /&gt;I've still got to let you know&lt;br /&gt;A house still doesn't make a home&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you that makes it hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it&lt;br /&gt;The best you can do is to fake it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116299320234034002?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116299320234034002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116299320234034002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116299320234034002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116299320234034002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-you-cant-make-it-on-your-own.html' title='Sometimes you cant make it on your own'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116295396348918349</id><published>2006-11-08T13:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.475+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical maldivian mindset</title><content type='html'>Can see the typical mindset of a Maldivian. Just thought that those who blog would be free from the shackles and plague. Proved otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mystery.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i do not understand is why i cant access the royal Majids website. Has he blocked me? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116295396348918349?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116295396348918349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116295396348918349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116295396348918349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116295396348918349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/typical-maldivian-mindset.html' title='Typical maldivian mindset'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116295314026499218</id><published>2006-11-08T13:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Havok</title><content type='html'>Tired as usual.  Discrepancy over attitude. Malfunction over regulation. Regularity over stupidity. Presumptuous over definitive. Dislodge over adherence. Porous over rigidity. Verge over insanity. God over me. Insanity over aura. What is wrong with this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116295314026499218?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116295314026499218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116295314026499218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116295314026499218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116295314026499218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/havok.html' title='Havok'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116273805810592007</id><published>2006-11-06T01:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where babies come from</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/wbcf7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/wbcf7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got these photos from a &lt;a href="http://www.planetdan.net/pics/babies/index.htm"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;provided to me by a friend. This can be used to educate your kids  depending how ready they are to know. When are kids ready to know about these things? Is it when they are 9, 10, 15 or 20 years old? Does a boy need to know earlier or a girl earlier? I think this is a very effective way to let the kids know. What are your ideas on educating kids on sex?&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/33758619-116273805810592007?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116273805810592007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116273805810592007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116273805810592007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116273805810592007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-babies-come-from.html' title='Where babies come from'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116236429643377686</id><published>2006-11-01T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.265+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Any men out there ready to take pills?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/male_contraceptive%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/200/male_contraceptive%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is good news for all women around the world. A &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6091582.stm"&gt;study&lt;/a&gt; has found that male sperm production can be temporarily halted and can be considered as a mean for male contraception. There have been many projects going on in the search for a male contraception like &lt;a href="http://www.newmalecontraception.org/paper.htm#oral"&gt;oral&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.newmalecontraception.org/paper.htm#vas"&gt;RISUG&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.newmalecontraception.org/paper.htm#heat"&gt;heat&lt;/a&gt; methods. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unlike &lt;a href="http://www.contraception.net/new_dev/male_contraception.asp"&gt;vasectomy &lt;/a&gt;and other forms of permanent means, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3167090.stm"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;methods give us women hope in our race for equality. I mean if men want to genuinely take part in the responsibility. Why should only women keep taking a pill every single day? Seriously you men folks, how many of you would take a pill if there was one available probably like &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/k2/homework/s95608.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one? One another question arises even if there is a contraception method available for men. Yes, the big question of trust. It is perceivable that we will be relieved from the worry of becoming pregnant but can we really trust a man to use the methods? I won’t. It is simple. It is not them who have to carry a baby for 9 months. Why should they worry? It is not them who have to do most of the caring and nappy changes like a mother does. So why should they worry? Even in this civilized times it is us women who take the most of the burden of motherhood. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, all fathers out there, will you consider taking a pill if it is available? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116236429643377686?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116236429643377686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116236429643377686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116236429643377686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116236429643377686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/any-men-out-there-ready-to-take-pills.html' title='Any men out there ready to take pills?'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116230710787043247</id><published>2006-11-01T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The big accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just having some messy and miserable days lately.  It is time to rethink and reconsider the situation at hand. Hopefully in 20 days time everything will be resolved. It is just amazing and breathtakingly staggering to see how easily life changes. That is what makes life so interesting. Changes. Yes, if not for changes life would be so banausic. Anyway, enough of that messiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like any other day, except i saw a freak accident happen. I am over tired and exhausted by the incidents that followed. I was on my way to a shopping center on a tram and BOOOM i heard this creepy bang that was almost deafening and everyone was looking through the front. What i saw i could not believe. It took me a while to come to my senses. This big truck had slammed in to this low bridge almost crippling it and rocking the whole area. It looked like  a scene from  Terminator. This huge truck was  meshed up and  crushed  at the front while all its cargo from the back  that survived the initial blow were falling on to the street. I wondered what the fate of the driver was. What followed was daunting. The tram stopped on its tracks and we all were forced out of it which made everyone on their way to the shopping center to walk nearly 2 km to get  there. There were no replacement buses either. Really frustrating when you have to meet someone (gadi kiyaigen).  By the time i reached  there it was too late and  we couldn't have fun as both were tired from the day. grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell you all what happened next but I am nearly half asleep. A lot happened which i will not forget for a long time to come. I mean it was just one of those terrible days. Too sleepy and tired. Can hardly concentrae now. Bye. good nighty nighty ..love you all.&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/33758619-116230710787043247?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116230710787043247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116230710787043247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116230710787043247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116230710787043247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-accident.html' title='The big accident'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116196654317176911</id><published>2006-10-28T02:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolie adopting again</title><content type='html'>Angelina Jolie is adopting again. No need for this craze to stop as it is all for the good. They are adopting an &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/showbiz/showbiznews.html?in_article_id=412751&amp;in_page_id=1773&amp;amp;ito=1490"&gt;Indian girl&lt;/a&gt; this time. It would be nice if they keep the Indian name as well. How good is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116196654317176911?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116196654317176911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116196654317176911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116196654317176911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116196654317176911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/jolie-adopting-again.html' title='Jolie adopting again'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116180798126424420</id><published>2006-10-26T06:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:50.008+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption the new craze. Why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like any other day I woke up early today and had my brekkie while reading the news. It has been quiet some time that Madonna’s adoption controversy has been going on. Adoption has been the talk of the web recently starting with Angelina’s adoption of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/1868193.stm"&gt;Maddox&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.intentblog.com/archives/2005/07/angelina_jolie.html"&gt;Zahara&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/angelina-jolie-maddox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/200/angelina-jolie-maddox.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;The most recent adoption news that took to the airs was that of Madonna, and the media did not treat it with the respect it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/madonna%20adopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/200/madonna%20adopt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controversy has given people like me an opportunity to make up the mind in adopting a poor kid. Some might call it &lt;a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/lifestyle/trashtalk/archives/2006/10/adoption_the_ne.html"&gt;buying the black&lt;/a&gt;. There was an &lt;a href="http://entertainment.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=149816"&gt;uproar&lt;/a&gt; from rights groups as well. Whose rights are they talking about I ask my self. A single child or children in general? What is wrong with helping a single child. If Madonna had given a chunk of her wealth as a donation as many celebrities do, the money would have gone in to the dinner table of the kings of those countries rather than the children who desperately needs it. We saw headlines from “&lt;a href="http://icwales.icnetwork.co.uk/women/020403columnists/tm_headline=so-now-we-re-taking-babies-from-africa----if-they-re-cute&amp;method=full&amp;amp;objectid=17924631&amp;siteid=50082-name_page.html"&gt;So now we are taking babies from Africa ..if they are cute&lt;/a&gt;”, Madonna &lt;a href="http://www.filmhobbit.com/forum/showthread.php?p=332274"&gt;steals baby&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; to things such as …why didn’t they &lt;a href="http://ca.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20061020061323AAstSBw"&gt;adopt from US&lt;/a&gt;. There are rumors that the baby’s father &lt;a href="http://absolutely.fa-bulo.us/madonnas-african-baby-daddy-doesnt-know-whats-what/"&gt;didn’t know&lt;/a&gt; about the adoption process. So much controversy that a good intention in helping a poor kid from a third world country has been tainted. Now, Madonna has come back, rightly I would say, and blasted those critics on &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/tows/slide/200610/20061025/slide_20061025_350_101.jhtml"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt; which will be aired world wide sometime tomorrow. She seems to have said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I feel the media is doing a great disservice to all the orphans of Africa, period, not just the orphans of Malawi"."Here's what I knew. David had been living in this orphanage since he was two weeks old," Madonna says. "He had survived malaria and tuberculosis, and no one from his extended family had visited him since the time he arrived. So from my perspective, there was no one looking after David's welfare."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see the full thing. Even &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/25/AR2006102501003_pf.html"&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/a&gt; wants to adopt now.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was particularly interested in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adoption"&gt;adoption&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/hearafrica05/10babies"&gt;babies in Africa&lt;/a&gt;, when I learned that one of my close friends was unable to conceive with a baby through normal means. Why &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; one might say. Everyday we see those kids starving on TV. And when people do help them, the media has something foul to say about it. Even while I was a kid I thought why anyone isn’t helping these babies that I see on TV. As I grew older I shed tears seeing those scenes and lately , I think when I see or read about them. Think a lot I mean. May be that curiosity in me as a child has helped me in making me realize how precious life and love is. If you are asking the question whether I would adopt, the answer is a big fat YES. When I am old enough to care for a baby and when I am ready (that includes financial status as well) I would adopt rather than have my own children and consider the ones who I adopt as my own children, care for them and love them dearly with all my heart. Genes doesn’t matter. Color doesn’t matter. Whether they came from my eggs doesn’t matter. All that matters is making a difference to a kid in need. Why not adopt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116180798126424420?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116180798126424420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116180798126424420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116180798126424420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116180798126424420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/adoption-new-craze-why-not.html' title='Adoption the new craze. Why not?'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116146445710490289</id><published>2006-10-22T06:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>October is about breast cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/breas%20cancer%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/breas%20cancer%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well.The clip you are about to see says it all.&lt;br /&gt; Please make others &lt;a href="http://flowgo.com/index.cfm?action=view&amp;id=50"&gt;aware. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/condi%20hilary%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/condi%20hilary%20copy.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;Something to cheer all up. From &lt;a href="http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/13180/HillaryCondi_HoDown.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Its funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116146445710490289?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116146445710490289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116146445710490289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116146445710490289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116146445710490289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-is-about-breast-cancer.html' title='October is about breast cancer'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116118526908080152</id><published>2006-10-19T00:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.874+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now not necessarily that i have an attitude problem. I got some interesting feed backs for a previous &lt;a href="http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-spiritual-at-all.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;regarding my spirituality or unspirituality from fellow bloggers and non bloggers as well.  &lt;a href="http://www.simonshareef.com/"&gt;Simon &lt;/a&gt;suggested that i might be interested in reading a ceratin topic about humanism. And i did. See how compliasant i am although i am not a child (i do feel like a child many times. *the tantrums* grrrr..).Thats me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. very close i guess simon. Have u seen the 5 postulates of humanistic psychology. They are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;* 1) Human beings cannot be reduced to components.&lt;br /&gt;   * (2) Human beings have in them a uniquely human context.&lt;br /&gt;   * (3) Human consciousness includes an awareness of oneself in the context of other people.&lt;br /&gt;   * (4) Human beings have choices and responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;   * (5) Human beings are intentional, they seek meaning, value and creativity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dont they sound perfect. Well almost i would say, because nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth reading  more mate..from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humanistic_psychology"&gt;here :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does holistic or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holistic"&gt;holism &lt;/a&gt;ring any bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still ponder on the fact why i reacted by saying all those percentages (for those who have forgotten ..well its just that i told some one that i am 25% muslim, 25% atheist, 25% bhuddhist and 25% Jew. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all (not only the above mentioned 4) religions  (not that i include the wiered ones) that exist in this world have their good points and bad points as well. So may be ...just may be ok... that what my unconscious mind told me at that time was that if i combine all the religions in the world and accepted those qualities that are considered as being "good" by the "what ever" or "society"...then that would have been a good answer to my friends friend. Thats all. Am i making any sense here because i am pathetic with my psych stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night sweeties. sleep well . muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116118526908080152?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116118526908080152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116118526908080152&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116118526908080152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116118526908080152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-all.html' title='Thats all'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116110758172447653</id><published>2006-10-18T03:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.817+11:00</updated><title type='text'>pencil head</title><content type='html'>Couldnt sleep. So i was reading this book that i borrowed from one of the prestigious libraries and found that some one had been underlining quiet a lot. Probably one of those students i thought. I started following the pencil lines and as i was making my mind up on where this guys research was leading to, i found the below mentioned line written bold in the middle of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey pencil-head, observing your behaviour throughout this book i diagnose you a selfish, inconsiderate scoundred. grow up..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116110758172447653?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116110758172447653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116110758172447653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116110758172447653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116110758172447653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/pencil-head.html' title='pencil head'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116101658710714412</id><published>2006-10-17T00:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.755+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i spiritual at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The answer is a half YES &amp; a half NO. Today i was asked by a friends friend whether i was religious at all. This came up in a rather unusual manner as i wasnt expecting it to pop up in that particular place and time in that particular manner it did. Without even a second thought i replied to her that i am 25% muslim, 25% Jewish, 25% atheist and 25% buddhist. Now, i dont even know how i can explain this mess, as you all already know  that i am a very &lt;a href="http://messymissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;messy &lt;/a&gt;person. Even in that moment in time i asked myself "bugger....from where the hell did you come up with that". The answer is i really really dont know. My friends friend then went on to say  that the concept of me being 25% atheist is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particularly &lt;/span&gt;interesting because the remaining 75% makes me a spiritual being and that it is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; a bad thing.  Now that pissed me off in a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particular way&lt;/span&gt; (i havent got pissed off for a long long time..i cant even remember the last time i did). Who the hell is she to judge whether i am bad or good depending on a 75% or what ever. She was a moron anyway. It is funny though how silly i am being here at this time of the night. Writing about such a silly thing. Writing about it has made me feel good, anyway. Feeling good is all that matters. I know i am a good girl. And that is enough for me. Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a date tonight and i have to tell you all that it did went very well. Looking forward to seeing that certain person again.Long night though and feeling very tired. The good news is that tomorrow is an off day.  I am planing to do nothing. Thats right. Do exactly nothing. Missy is  going to off the mobile and unhook the phone line from the wall and going to sleep till i am fulfilled with sleep. Wait a minute.  Being fullfilled with sleep eh! Now  that sounds like as being ..uhmmmm..fulfiled with uhmmm..or does it sound like as if i am being deprived of sex or what ?  haha ..Far from it sweeties. Anyway.  So after i wake up i am going to have a nice long bath. Going to just snoooooze in the tub with no worries at all. Then i am just going to slip out of the tub and dry my body and watch Tv the whole day or watch a Dvd. Cook a delicious meal. Then go back to sleep again. I deserve a day on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sweetie pies. love you all.&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/33758619-116101658710714412?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116101658710714412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116101658710714412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116101658710714412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116101658710714412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-spiritual-at-all.html' title='Am i spiritual at all'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-116050942965336828</id><published>2006-10-11T05:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.699+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets celebrate halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/halloween7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/halloween7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all  Melburnians. I will be going to the halloween party in one of the hidden bars in Melbourne. So catch you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="style1"&gt;It's a fancy dress party, and the theme is Halloween - so come on and lets celebrate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="style1"&gt;Details: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday 28/Oct &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 8pm onwards &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Mac Daddy Soprano - 313 Flinders Lane &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Totally free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-116050942965336828?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/116050942965336828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=116050942965336828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116050942965336828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/116050942965336828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-celebrate-halloween.html' title='Lets celebrate halloween'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115981951160212707</id><published>2006-10-03T06:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY feels good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning sweeties. I was waken up to the sound of chirping birds today. Its 5:30 am ...just  checked the weather..its going to be 23....YAY....yet another beautiful and glorious day of spring time . Full of energy and looking for a wonderful day ahead. Life cant be any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.. i did had a dream last night though. It was a scary one. I dont have scary ones often and i think its worth mentioning here while it is still in my head. Now.. now ..dont get scared...Its not too scary..Well.. in the dream i saw that i was in this red valley..red ...cos all looked red.. and suddenly out of nowhere the earth started to move and rose high.. i mean real high as i looked at it go towards the sky..the sky looked reddish as well by the way... not a land slip..nor did it look like an earthquake.. Hmmm.. funny how these dreams turn up sometime... may be i should give a call to &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/time100/scientist/profile/freud.html"&gt;Freud&lt;/a&gt;. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening. Allow me to tell you my day plan. Well.. i intend to eat a quick brekkie and head to work. At work the usual stuff. At work place..the mates can be sometimes hellish...it is a good sunny day so hoping to see everyone in a jolly mood there. Thats one of the reasons for the big YAY.. second reason being that i am meeting my friends after work for a night out. It has been a while  since i havent gone all  honky bonky...:)..see ya al later..bye for now...muah...muah...&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/33758619-115981951160212707?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115981951160212707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115981951160212707&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115981951160212707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115981951160212707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-feels-good_03.html' title='YAY feels good'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115970998684795356</id><published>2006-10-01T22:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.514+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Any "Soru" out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/headshot_saminthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/headshot_saminthecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_and_the_City"&gt;Sex and the city&lt;/a&gt;. That was from the US. Well...now... &lt;a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/samandthecity/"&gt;Sam and the City&lt;/a&gt; has come in to existence and it is from Melbourne. Sam has become the talk of the town, especially among us girls. Her blog has become so famous and inspirational that she appeared on TV recently.   In search of true love?.. Her advice is worth looking into.. I know..... i know... There are a lot of M. E. N out there and i have been involved with some furious chit chat with a few of my M.E.N ( i have 3 at te moment and they arent that good..really sucks.. yew..not the Luv type..) regarding Sams blog. Here in Australia the men are really really mean. I mean REALLY mean. Not many nice guys and the nice ones are all taken.. sniff...snif...You may find a lot of blokes. Well i am talking about the typical &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloke"&gt;Aussie BLOKES&lt;/a&gt; who think that if they dont show any emotion..makes them more manly or shall i say blokie and appealing to us.  How so not true that is. They are hard to understand.. i might have to say.  Not the country types who are willing to love you for ever. No diamonds from blokes. No flowers from blokes. No chocolates from blokes either. Most importantly and seriously no Love from blokes. First few times they might ..and thats it....Well if any Maldivian  "soru" (no blokes..guys..or dudes) are wondering what i might be thinking about them.. i have to say they are top and easy to handle.. i mean they are not THAT complicated...ey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some excerpts from her well informative blog about relationships, sex, dating and most importantly about  LOOOOOve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you feel that despite the number of people you meet, greet and swap emails with, nothing ever eventuates? Are you left wondering, yet again, what the heck went wrong? Surely it's not you, it's them! Surely you're not scaring away &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; potential suitor! And yet you feel a looming sense of deja vu as you wait by the phone, incessantly check your text messages and ring your mates just to ensure your phone is still working. (Newsflash: &lt;em&gt;It is&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another &lt;a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/samandthecity/archives/2006/09/men_sex_sleep_a.html"&gt;entry &lt;/a&gt;she writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Women everywhere are left wondering why their man, a seemingly robust, energetic and fit guy, completely passes out once it's all over. And the men? They're wondering why the women don't do the same!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger..she always hits it on the head. I love reading her entries. Luuuv it. Go sam go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115970998684795356?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115970998684795356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115970998684795356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115970998684795356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115970998684795356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/10/any-soru-out-there.html' title='Any &quot;Soru&quot; out there?'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115915429560509779</id><published>2006-09-25T13:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FUn fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>It is a good day. Having fun. Lots of fun. Bye. Write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115915429560509779?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115915429560509779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115915429560509779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115915429560509779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115915429560509779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-fun-fun-fun.html' title='FUn fun fun fun'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115893365058699058</id><published>2006-09-22T23:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fake smile eh dho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/annifree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/200/annifree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thiik it is a fake smile. Look at the colour of those teeth. Acheeeedi.  He is a smart man though. Congrats and thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115893365058699058?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115893365058699058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115893365058699058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893365058699058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893365058699058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/fake-smile-eh-dho.html' title='fake smile eh dho'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115893276868488644</id><published>2006-09-22T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.335+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Call for help</title><content type='html'>Are there any tech guys around there? If so i need some advice. Is this a genuine and good browser to use. ANd what is a tor circuitconnection. Any advice would be highly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Welcome to the official &lt;a href="http://torpark.nfshost.com/"&gt;Torpark homepage&lt;/a&gt;. Torpark is a program which allows you to surf the internet anonymously. Download Torpark and put it on a USB Flash keychain. Plug it into any internet terminal whether at home, school, work, or in public. Torpark will launch a Tor circuit connection, which creates an encrypted tunnel from your computer indirectly to a Tor exit computer, allowing you to surf the internet anonymously. How much does Torpark cost? IT'S FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115893276868488644?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115893276868488644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115893276868488644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893276868488644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893276868488644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/call-for-help.html' title='Call for help'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115893216612468973</id><published>2006-09-22T23:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.276+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Food is not tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today i hurt someones feelings and i felt terrible  and horrible about it for the rest of the day.  I mean it was sweet of her to make lunchfor us all  but if it wasnt  good, how can i say it did. She had a bit of a cry. Away from us all in the bedroom. I know she did. Her eyes were all red when she came back to join us. sniff..sniff..Poor girl. I didnt know how to rectify what i did. Still feeling bad about it. I did say sorry. She knows that i did mean it and that it is just me who went all  cranky. I know i cant neutralize the effect it had after i said what i said. What is done is done. Still feeling quiet dreadful about it.&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/33758619-115893216612468973?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115893216612468973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115893216612468973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893216612468973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115893216612468973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-is-not-tasty.html' title='Food is not tasty'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115868689257654373</id><published>2006-09-20T03:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.205+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to tell about my cat</title><content type='html'>I once had a cat. A white fluffy sweet heart. Something went wrong and we are no longer together.  Now i am after a black one even when i know that it cant cant be mine nevrtheless determined to make it mine. Wish me luck sweeeties.  Yes. I am talking about  a CAT. hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115868689257654373?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115868689257654373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115868689257654373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115868689257654373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115868689257654373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-to-tell-about-my-cat.html' title='I have to tell about my cat'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115865940182060374</id><published>2006-09-19T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.128+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://magusspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/enlightenment.html"&gt;magusspeaks &lt;/a&gt;blogged about enlightenment. I wasnt sure what maguss was talking about until i read the whole thing. Its true to an extent what magus has said, i think. I wrote the following comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;.. . .  in the same context.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about what "normal" means as well. I mean what makes a person normal Does normal mean that you are perfectIs there such a person known as a perfect being Is there such a thing called abnormal I think we all are abnormal beings. I am in with you to be known as abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few sleep last night. So i might not be making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;This is what mugusspeaks wroke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                  ENLIGHTENMENT                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I NEVER UNDERSTOOD FULLY THE MEANING OF ENLIGHTENMENT.I MEAN WHAT ALL CHAGES WILL TAKE PLACE IN A PERSON AFTER HE BECOMES AN ENLIGHTENED PERSON.WILL HE BE FREE OF ALL THE WOLRDLY WORRIES?WILL HE NEVER GET ANGRY AT ANYONE, EVEN IF THAT PERSON IS THE NASTIEST PERSON ALIVE.I KNOW PEOPLE SAY THAT AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT,ONE WILL FEEL PEACEFUL.BUT I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW IS IT POSSIBLE.TO BE FREE OF ALL HUMAN EMOTIONS EVEN IF ITS NEGATIVE EMOTIONS.OR IS IT A STAGE OF INSANITY?WELL,SUCH AN INSANITY IS BETTER THAN BEING NORMAL.BECAUSE FEELING GOOD ABOUT ONESELF IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BEING NORMAL.I CANT WAIT TO BE ABNORMAL IN THAT CONTEXT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/33758619-115865940182060374?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115865940182060374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115865940182060374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115865940182060374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115865940182060374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/magusspeaks-blogged-about.html' title=''/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115857122741232155</id><published>2006-09-18T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.065+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!! Got 2 months off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Few people know what stress can make to you. Its good to know that i am not the only one out there feeling the same. Today, i asked my employer if i can get Dec off and as all bosses she went on rambling about christmas holidays and shortness of staff. With a few sad looks and pleadings and persuasion, in the end she agreed that if i work during christmas, i wll get 2 months hols. Yay.I might post a few pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i have to decide where to go, now that i know i will get time off. Any ideas? Fiji sounds like a good option. I just want to be alone and relax and sooth my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115857122741232155?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115857122741232155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115857122741232155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115857122741232155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115857122741232155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-got-2-months-off.html' title='YAY!!!! Got 2 months off'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115851125409796757</id><published>2006-09-18T02:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:49.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to go on a holiday badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So stressed out right now.  Somehow I’ve managed to avoid a full blown panic attack. My leg won’t stop shaking. Not to mention all the stress pimples. I am quite the pretty picture right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a break. Waant to go some where far. Far from here. Some where different.  For a big big holiday. I always have been telling myself that i will go on hols sooon. Now i have made up my mind. I am definitely going this December. As Steven Tyler has said ,&lt;span class="huge1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"And the things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those that got there first." I dont want to miss my holiday anymore. Ah ah no no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/33758619-115851125409796757?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115851125409796757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115851125409796757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115851125409796757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115851125409796757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/want-to-go-on-holiday-badly.html' title='Want to go on a holiday badly'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115811111059047202</id><published>2006-09-13T10:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.941+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew! Its all done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its tuesday and it is a beautifully sunny day here today, an early spring  reprieve, and I spent all night and a half of todays daytime  hunched over doing some paper work . Groan. I hated that so much. I’m not good with that stuff, but I'm stubborn and independent, and I want to do it.  LOL I rarely get in bad moods, but there’s nothing like sleazy paper stuff to make me grumpy and foul-mouthed. Still, it’s done now, and my reward is a rather LARGE glass of red.  Real Life took over, and let's just say I’m looking forward to a smoother week and "week-end" ahead. Here’s to it. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study suggests the growth of cervical and womb cancers may be fuelled by a hormone-like molecule in semen. Read more here: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/5303054.stm"&gt;BBC NEWS&lt;/a&gt;. Therefore I conclude that semen is haram.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.. please sign this &lt;a href="http://www.democracyinaction.org/dia/organizationsORG/feministmajority/campaign.jsp?campaign_KEY=4953&amp;t=template2.dwt"&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt;  urging Iran to stop stoning women. It takes only 3 minutes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33758619-115811111059047202?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115811111059047202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115811111059047202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115811111059047202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115811111059047202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/phew-its-all-done.html' title='Phew! Its all done'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115810714328136796</id><published>2006-09-13T10:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All problems solved</title><content type='html'>All my existing problems solved. For the time being atleast. I am sure theres more to come and they are on their way.  I sense it, feel it, and am ready to embrace it. Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115810714328136796?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115810714328136796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115810714328136796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115810714328136796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115810714328136796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-problems-solved.html' title='All problems solved'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115791205948906330</id><published>2006-09-11T03:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Early start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am up early today. Had a good sleep. Slept the whole day to be honest.  Some may be wondering  why my sleeping pattern is so wiered. The reason  is because i do shift work and some times i have to do night duty as well. Today i have to catch the first train (it is too expensive with the sky rocketing petrol prizes to drive and on top of that the parking in the city cost a  mouthful) to go to work. I have exactly one hour to get ready. For all those who are curious about what i do..i will  tell you all later.  Bye bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: i just realised that it is the 11th of sep. so soon the time flies by.  Its been  5 years since the world was rocked by the images of the 2 planes crashing in to the WTC. My mY. I still can remember the shock i was in when i first saw those images and the events following that has not been any comforting either. Its getting late. bye one more time.&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/33758619-115791205948906330?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115791205948906330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115791205948906330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115791205948906330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115791205948906330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/early-start.html' title='Early start'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115782470068187218</id><published>2006-09-10T03:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>could not sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/1600/rosewritingloveutextimages.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7262/3710/320/rosewritingloveutextimages.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed in the thought that i will fall asleep rather easily as i was very tired. Couldnt sleep. So here i am saying "hi's" and all. As i am intersted in the topic of feminism,  i was reading and going through all feminist websites in the hope that some reading will make me sleepy again. While reading through all sorts of stuff  i found this georgeous entry in a &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/feeds-6.J8HCM8cqUoO5_uQjDi.SJdUKgIfcZmMVB0Xg--?cq=1"&gt;weblog&lt;/a&gt;. This was so sweet that i couldnt resist myself in putting it here and letting others know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title"&gt;      What keeps you from being Happy?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help others gain the same knowledge you are about to read by reposting. Please do not keep this to yourself. PLEASE try not to put your names on this so others will feel free to repost it. The author is not as important as the message! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What prevents us from being happy?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe the answer is quite simple. Every person on this planet who is not happy are all suffering from one emotion. It is the cause of all wars, racism, crime, and hate. What a powerful emotion it must be to be responsible for all of that negativity. That emotion is fear and it is affecting you in ways you may not even be aware of at the moment. Fear of failure, fear of being alone, and fear of what people will think. Have you stopped and looked at the people you are afraid might judge you? Are their lives in a place where you would like to someday be? If not, then why are you concerned with their opinion? They will judge you out of envy and ignorance. They see you succeed and they want that for themselves. But they do not want to take action to succeed. They will say you are lucky, or spoon fed, or more attractive. They will die with a million excuses as to why their life didn't turn out like yours... but they are just excuses. I would much rather die with reasons why my life was great instead of excuses why my life was not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you take a chance what is the worse that can happen to you? You fail. Sure there are a bunch of other details but ultimately the thing you remember is the feeling of failure. Do you know what failure is? It is feedback. You take action and the Universe gives you feedback. Failure implies the end of your efforts. To never try is to truly fail. Everything that happens to you in life whether you want to call it luck, tragedy, or failure is merely a lesson. You are the person you see today because of your experiences. You cannot know something without having experienced it first hand. So if you want to be something different but are afraid to take a chance you will never change. Positive thinking, affirmations, and prayers will not change your life without action. Without action those are just words created by man formed into a nice little phrase. You have to show the Universe your intentions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you like to learn there is nothing to fear? How powerful would you be if you realized there was nothing to fear? What would you change? What is shaping your life today? Your life today is the outcome of your thinking and beliefs up to this point. What are beliefs? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our parents beliefs passed down + our life experiences + our current level or awareness &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beliefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically how we view our past is what shapes our lives today. What is your current level of awareness? How are your beliefs affecting your life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beliefs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We believe what our parents taught us which was passed down by their parents and so on and so on. Does that mean we are destined to live out our lives with these beliefs? You were taught most of your beliefs when you were a sponge with no judgment. You probably thought the tooth fairy existed and that babies came from storks. The fact that Santa was not real did not make him any less real to you as a child. When your parents told you he was not real you probably cried but your belief changed. Beliefs are not hard coded. As you got older and people started to lie to you more frequently you began to form judgment. Now you didn't believe everything you were told. You formed your own opinion based on past experiences. This became a shield to protect you from hurting or being mislead. It became part of your toolkit for survival. You became afraid of the hurt associated with dishonesty and betrayal. So you began forming beliefs to shelter you from pain. Do you have beliefs that aid you in survival but are self defeating? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awareness&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What we focus on becomes reality. For example, Eric is in the market for a new automobile. He is shopping around and a certain model catches his eye. He decides to purchase it. It is perfect for him and he has never really seen them on the road so it is not too common. Curious thing though as Eric was driving his new automobile he notices that specific model several times over the next few days. Were there less cars of that model on the road before his purchase? No. Eric was simply not aware of them. When his focus shifted he became aware of that specific model all around him. Using that example do you focus on more negative aspects of life or more positive aspects of life? If you focus on negative aspects I bet you can guess what you notice more in the world around you? Ever see those happy people that always seem like they are on something. What do you think they are focusing on? Stop for a second and notice your breathing or your heartbeat. Did you heart just start beating or did you simply just shift your awareness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synchronicity&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you noticed when two people walk they tend to synchronize their steps. Go to a local mall and just observe. Have you ever noticed when you pass someone they often speed up to stay right next to you. I am not referring to the people who are being difficult but the people who gradually sync with you like when driving on a freeway long distances. Synchronicity is common in all things. Through the use of binaural beats scientists have learned that our brain will sync with frequencies when they are noticed by the brain. So do we sync with thoughts as well? After all thoughts are just frequencies. Have you noticed in the presence of some people you cannot help but feel happy or excited? When you are around negative people do you notice that you might be more negative? Do you act one way around certain friends and act completely different around others? We sync with our environment. So what can you do? Do you hide somewhere and avoid your friends who are always negative? No. Change your perception. Know that those people are just experiencing life through a set of filters you do not have. Love everyone even the nasty people. The nasty people do not know how powerful they are and they live life as a victim. They are not aware they are an infinite being of love and compassion. They live life as if their past or present defines them. These people are doing the best they can with the resources they have available. Be aware of the negative but do not sync with it. Do not hate. Do not judge. Do not criticize. For you will surely sync with those feelings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negativity&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is impossible to avoid negativity in this day and age. You can however choose not to react to it. Control your emotions. Every person in your life that troubles you is testing you. The person you are irritated by most is your best teacher. Complaining, whining, and placing blame does not help solve anything and stifles your personal and spiritual growth. Every challenge you face whether big or small should be viewed as a challenge. For without challenge we would not grow. Harboring negative thoughts and feelings for others makes your body ill. It pollutes the mind. It clouds your judgment. People who are negative are neither happy nor successful. After all the definition of success is happiness. You can be rich with money but poor in happiness. You see that all the time in Hollywood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distractions&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do you think fads and trends exist? They are distractions. People who meditate are usually successful and happy. But it requires you to sit still and do nothing for a period of time. Meditation for some is to be without distraction. Western culture is all about distraction. Ask yourself this. Are you happy? What distractions do you have that prevent you from being happy? People run from this question and stay distracted. They settle in relationships that do not make them happy and they end up settling in every aspect of their life. They stay distracted until the day they die with mountains of regret. For some security even if negative is better than pursuing happiness since there is no guarantee. Addiction is a distraction. Some people are so afraid to pursue their happiness they would rather die an addict. It is not that hard to attain a state of happiness but people are afraid they might not find it. Addiction becomes an excuse for inexcusable behavior and ultimately a reason why their life isn't turning out right. Is it that hard to take control of your life and be happy? Addiction is not limited to drugs. Lust, love, and anger are addictive. The same neural receptors for love are shared with chocolate and heroin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Brain&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an amazing tool we all possess though very few use it to its full potential. How very little most people know about the brain. The subconscious mind processes about 40 million bits of information every second. It is responsible for monitoring the operations of the body, motor functions, and literal thinking. The subconscious is habitual and timeless. It only understands present time. It also stores our past experiences, attitudes, values, and beliefs. The conscious mind on the other hand is time bound in other words either past or future. The conscious mind is responsible for volition and abstract thinking. The conscious mind can only process about 200 bits per second. Our subconscious mind filters out most of our surroundings since the conscious mind is so limited in its processing capabilities. So if we use the example above you do not notice that specific car model because the subconscious mind filters it out. When you give attention to something the subconscious mind then sets a filter to notice it and does not filter it out. Do you now understand why affirmations, prayers, and positive thinking exist? If you give attention to positive and growth related ideas what will the subconscious make you aware of? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fight or Flight a.k.a. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acute Stress Response&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You probably learned about fight or flight while in school. Walter Cannon in 1929 described it as animals react to threats with a general discharge of the sympathetic nervous system, priming the animal for fighting or fleeing. Fast forward nearly 100 years and biologists have improved upon this simplistic theory. The visceral cavity is home to all our major organs. When the body is presented with a threatening situation the adrenal glands will release a hormone that will squeeze the blood vessels in the viscera. The squeezing of these vessels sends the blood from the viscera to the limbs. If you are running from a lion your muscles need the blood to get you to safety. When the blood is rerouted from the viscera things like your immune system are weakened. No need for fighting a cold when a lion is chasing you. In addition to the viscera being affected the blood in the forebrain is routed to the hind brain. You are more likely to need reflex and coordination more so than the ability to solve mathematical problems. In biology there are three states a cell can be in growth, neutral or protection. A growth state in which the viscera and fore brain are being supplied with blood properly. A protection state where the blood is being rerouted from the viscera to the limbs and hind brain. When you are in a stressful situation you are less intelligent. Imagine being in a constant state of protection. Have you ever noticed that people who are always stressed out fall victim to illness more often that those that are not stressed out? It is not magic or that the person has better genes. It is simple science. Love has been proven to be beneficial to a child's growth and development more so than even nutrients. A child who is loved will grow more than a child who has proper nutrition but is neglected. You cannot be in a state of growth and be in a state of protection at the same time. What state do you live in? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEAR Is A Tool&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everywhere you look on television, in newspapers, and on the Internet there is a reoccurring theme. FEAR! It is a tool to enslave people. Don't you find it odd that science has proven we are energy bodies and that energy cannot be created or destroyed but most people live in fear of dying? When Theodosius converted to Christianity and declared it the only valid religion of the state during the Roman Empire do you think it was out of love for the people? He declared one religion official over all others. Is that an empowering belief for humanity? You minimize others who do not share your beliefs. You break the communication with your fellow man and judge all others. It makes you skeptical about others based on their beliefs but worse yet it makes you fear death. It puts you in a constant state of fight or flight. Who benefits from the fear campaign taking place in the media? Who benefits from making you afraid of death? The masses are enslaved by fear and biology proves we are getting sicker and less intelligent as a result. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genes DO NOT Control Biology&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The human genome project was supposed to give us a blueprint of the human body. The scientists thought they would have blueprints to make any organ. What they found out is only 1/5 of the genes that were required based on their assumptions were there. We also found out the Bonobo Chimpanzee is a 98% match to human DNA. Oops... :) Not all was lost though we also learned that genes do not control biology. Your perception of the environment controls your biology not your genes. How do you perceive your environment? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Power of Intent&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Emaru Emoto has discovered that our intention can alter the physical properties of water. The human body is over 70% water and our brain is over 80% water. If our thoughts affect water how do they affect our physical bodies or more importantly our brain? Dr. William A. Tiller has discovered that our intention can alter matter. Now listen to that voice in your head. Is it spewing positive and productive thoughts or is it dwelling in the past which is gone forever. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow will never get here because it becomes today. Today is the only moment in time that is important. What are you intentions? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Real?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are made up of energy. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Everything is made of energy. Wait... this desk I am sitting at is hard and made of wood not energy. Actually the desk is made up of billions of atoms which are not solid. Your intent that it is solid keeps it solid. If you neglect something over time it starts to falls apart. Your neglect for that object and lack of intention and focus makes the object break down. You literally create everything you see around you. When science started to study sub atomic particles they discovered that the deeper they delve the less and less was there. Matter is just vibrating energy. Our thoughts are frequencies. A study using athletes running a race who were hooked up to EEG machines produced specific and unique brainwave patterns. The second part of the study was to hook these same athletes up to the EEG and have them visualize the same race. The same brain patterns were measured when the person was seated in a chair just visualizing the race. Our brain does not know the difference between what we see and what we think. What do you spend most of your time thinking about? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, Ok I get it.. I need to change. But I don't know how.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you not see how powerful you are? You make your eyes the color they are, beat your heart, and digest your food all without any knowledge on how you do it. Every human wants one thing. Peace. However they can only understand what they are aware of. Why do you think addicts and people that hate are never content? Because they really seek peace but are so lost they cannot find it. When you look at a person don't see their physical body. That is temporary. It will someday die. See them as an infinite being with a wise spirit fighting to get their human on the right path :) Seems silly but it helps when dealing with the less likeable among us :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Can I Do?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Meditate&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meditation can do a lot to put you on the right path far more that anything I have encountered. Stillness of the mind is like bliss. Until you experience it for yourself you cannot grasp how important this stillness is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Forgive&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Stay curious and adventurous.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make everyday, every person, and every task an exciting experience. We learn from our experiences. Seek out knowledge and share with others. To be happy is to be in growth. Find the good in everything. Live life everyday like it is your first day on earth. To seek knowledge is to be in a continuous state of growth. To settle and not seek knowledge stifles your personal and spiritual growth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Learn to allow&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allow others to be who they are. Allowing others to be will make you more patient and understanding of others. Allow people to give to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most important of all is to love all life. Love is the most powerful force in a child's development. Love can heal hearts and minds. To love is to grow. Love can change the world. Literally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115782470068187218?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115782470068187218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115782470068187218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115782470068187218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115782470068187218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/could-not-sleep.html' title='could not sleep'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115781956390768068</id><published>2006-09-10T02:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>M is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was an exciting day. I met my long time friend M who is here for a holiday. It has been three days since he arrived and i am not finding much time to do anything else other than hanging around with him. He is not staying long. Only a week. That is a pity. Tired to write more. Good night sweeties.&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/33758619-115781956390768068?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115781956390768068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115781956390768068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115781956390768068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115781956390768068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/m-is-here.html' title='M is here'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115745767558272849</id><published>2006-09-05T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Taccos and Tortillas</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am talking about those delicious Mexican food. I have been going to this Mexican restaurant called MEXICAN and its happening  quiet often these days, and the taste is just so nice. My favourite is the tortillas.  I have to admit that i am getting quiet addicted to this stuff. mmmm..yummy yum yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115745767558272849?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115745767558272849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115745767558272849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115745767558272849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115745767558272849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/taccos-and-tortillas.html' title='Taccos and Tortillas'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115736175341904156</id><published>2006-09-04T19:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin died today</title><content type='html'>My favourite naturalist and world conservationist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Irwin"&gt;Steve Irwin&lt;/a&gt; (also known as the famous crocodile hunter) passed away today from a sting injury to his heart. He was diving when the freak accident happened. He was born here in Melbourne and the whole Melbourne and Australia is mourning today. Through his dedication in conservation and love of nature, he inspired many to  respect the environment they live in. The world is going to miss a great man dearly, who has touched so many of our lives. My heartfelt condolences to his family. sniff ..sniff...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115736175341904156?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115736175341904156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115736175341904156&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115736175341904156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115736175341904156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-died-today.html' title='Steve Irwin died today'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115729719169205732</id><published>2006-09-04T01:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day</title><content type='html'>Messymissy had a lazy day. Slept till 4:00 pm ...ate dinner and went back to sleep...and here i am again. Thinking of watching a dvd. Messymissy has tomorrow off...so nothing to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115729719169205732?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115729719169205732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115729719169205732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115729719169205732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115729719169205732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazy-day.html' title='lazy day'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33758619.post-115721648325408675</id><published>2006-09-03T02:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T04:46:48.392+11:00</updated><title type='text'>missy want to blog</title><content type='html'>Hi there all those  mischievous, crazy, curious, willing, on lookers, readers and fellow bloggers. Here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33758619-115721648325408675?l=messymissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/feeds/115721648325408675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33758619&amp;postID=115721648325408675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115721648325408675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33758619/posts/default/115721648325408675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messymissy.blogspot.com/2006/09/missy-want-to-blog.html' title='missy want to blog'/><author><name>messymissy_01</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822654901191239330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/8079/meeeeexg2.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
