<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113</id><updated>2009-10-17T20:05:58.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my muse i just aim to amuse</title><subtitle type='html'>i whine, rant, nag, beg... basically i do whatever i want.. IT'S MY FREAKIN BLOG TO BEGIN WITH :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-725361409652807871</id><published>2008-08-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:00:08.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH NO TITLEI've had more sleep this week than the past month put together I think (just so it doesn't sound too exaggerated). I don't know if I can solely blame it on the meds I've been taking. I think it's partially just me and my body, recovering and such. But it was a good week spent for the most part asleep in bed. My eyebags are disappearing, the muse would be so proud. This time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/725361409652807871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/725361409652807871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-with-no-title-ive-had-more-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-8363923914307186270</id><published>2008-06-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:25:39.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE (chocolate) CAKESairz and I planned a pot luck which happened yesterday night. It was awesome fun. Although in the planning stages we totally forgot that I had to work, like I usually do most Saturdays (god knows how I can forget). Knocked off from work at 6 and got home by 20 to, bearing in mind that the shindig was happening at 8. When to the little shop to get the quickie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/8363923914307186270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/8363923914307186270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-chocolate-cake-sairz-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-9099495200246426765</id><published>2008-05-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:54:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE NEW SPACENot new space as in blog space but I've moved to a new room a coupla floors up. Been in this much larger space (as compared to the comfy shoebox that was my room last yr) for almost half the year now. It's starting to look more and more like my own room i.e. messy . Not quite ok, someone told me it's not messy but it's set up to be very homely and inviting. So there. NOT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/9099495200246426765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/9099495200246426765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-with-new-space-not-new-space-as-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-4609587061224219514</id><published>2007-10-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:39:33.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE GREAT IMPROVEMENTYou can actually see the floor in my room now. No more suitcase and piles of clothes lying around. Everything is kept, no wait lemme rephrase that, everything's NEATLY kept in my closet either folded or hung. I threw out heaps of my clothes yet my closet's still piled high but at least it's neat and oragnised. That's an achievement I tell ya. In the spirit of Eid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/4609587061224219514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/4609587061224219514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-with-great-improvement-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-1573236813925166460</id><published>2007-08-21T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:53:50.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE MESSY ROOMLet's face is... what's new with me and a messy room? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I still have my suitcase from when I came back from home. Yes the suitcase is still very much unpacked and lying on the floor. Thank god mum did my laundry before dad and me packed my bag. Other than that clothes have started to pile all over the suitcase and chair, my fridge hasn't been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/1573236813925166460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/1573236813925166460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-messy-room-lets-face-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XL9o-6hfzrw/RsrCf126gvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5SQnKekE6sM/s72-c/Photo0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-2850797306974793056</id><published>2007-07-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:20:24.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE AT SUB ZEROI'm friggin freezin my a** off here. I've also just discovered that my wednesdays would mean 9am STAT lectures, a very long and exhausting 3 hour gap and then two hour long lectures after, but they're in the same slot. YES you read it right I have a clash and to make things even better/worse they're the supposed modules for my majors. I foresee very long and boring wed just me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/2850797306974793056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/2850797306974793056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-at-sub-zero-im-friggin-freezin-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-3882579292461663414</id><published>2007-05-29T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:07:26.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE CONFUSIONSometimes I wish there was a formula for everything in life... those nitty gritty little details that're so time consuming to figure out. I wish I knew a formula that was the antidote to every problem there ever was. I can keep wishing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3882579292461663414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3882579292461663414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-confusion-sometimes-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-222357328391721908</id><published>2007-06-18T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:17:01.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH MOVING ONThe tub was empty, she sat there alone occasionally tasting the salt that passes her lips. The water from the overhead shower continues to rain down like the million things that constantly drown her thoughts. Her wet face showing the signs of the many sleepless nights and the confusion playing on her mind. The constant patter of the water against the white tub slowly calms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/222357328391721908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/222357328391721908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-with-moving-on-tub-was-empty-she.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-3903082457819852778</id><published>2007-04-18T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:37:50.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH LIFEFinally turned a year older... actually I wish i hadn't. If anything it feels a little weird... Been failing to update coz well I jus couldn't be stuffed. You know how it is when you log on and feel like u have so much to write about and then when you finally get down to doin it everything's gone.. just like that. But yeah a lot of it has got to do with me being the personthat I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3903082457819852778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3903082457819852778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-with-life-finally-turned-year-older.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-3070786549768364807</id><published>2007-02-26T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:23:50.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH ALICEIt's already the second week of classes, time flies pretty fast eh? Atm, I'm takin a break from a certain girl called Alice. Who, you say? Alice. I think her many adventures in wonderland is kinda driving me nuts too. At this age, I still have to read that book for ENGL 1012. Awesome fun I tell ya. So very awesome. NOT. Considering I've got a tutorial on it tmrw and I haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3070786549768364807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/3070786549768364807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-alice-its-already-second-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-117197233880634711</id><published>2007-02-20T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T04:03:17.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE LECTURESThe lack of updates is due to the fact that I'm feeling lazier than normal. Which isn't really a good thing considering I'm lazier than most people normally. My room here looks like the one back home.. heh... yeap, like a hurricane went right through it. My clothes for work and uni and all that are everywhere. Bout time I start cleaning and doing the laundry for this week</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/117197233880634711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/117197233880634711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-lectures-lack-of-updates-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-116952883941509120</id><published>2007-01-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:07:19.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE RIP OFFMy blog has been pretty much dead for so long and it's now the new year. I don't spose anyone reads it anymore. I'm bored and feeling a bit off atm so I reckon I'd post something up, jus coz I can.I broke my tradition of having a "Reflection &amp; Resolution" post near the new yr period. I just didn't feel like doing any of that this time around. I'm in a new place and I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116952883941509120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116952883941509120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-rip-off-my-blog-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-116419641337185940</id><published>2006-11-22T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:33:38.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH PEEK-TURES :)HELLO HAPPY PEOPLE... ok maybe not so happy... Anyways how are you guys doin?? I MISS HOME!! It's gettin warmer n warmer here, a change from when I first arrived. My skin is makin me feel like im half reptile, gets all scaly wen i dont lather up on the cream :S and omg my lips are drying up.. LIPSMACKERS ROCK!! Nice yummmy smell at that :D so what else is new.. besides </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116419641337185940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116419641337185940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-peek-tures-hello-happy-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-116246823184949681</id><published>2006-11-02T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T03:50:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE ALL BY HER LONESOMEJus realised that it's 5 days short of a mth since my last update... bout time i did it heh. It's been 3 weeks since I landed my ass back here and I'm copin, or at least trying to, with the new semester. The subjects this time seem ok.. but I don't know, I can't quite put my finger on it. I sorta feel like the workload this time round is double, then again maybe it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116246823184949681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116246823184949681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-all-by-her-lonesome-jus-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-116028699657920475</id><published>2006-10-07T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:56:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WHERE SHE'S HOMEI think the title says it all. It's good to be back!! So because someone I met up with recently said this :I know you've got a life now, but pls for gods sake update ur blog. It's good to know what ur up to once in a while.So here's a post specially upon ur request. hehe u know who u are.There's really nuthin much to talk bout right now. Nothin beats bein home, even with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116028699657920475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/116028699657920475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-where-shes-home-i-think-title-says.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115747041814424946</id><published>2006-09-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:33:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE UPDATE.. FINALLYI feel a certain sense of deja vu. I have a feeling I've used that title before. I'm too lazy to go check if I really did use it. Oh well.. Anyways lack of updates coz the connection at home has been bloody sucky.. now that I'VE MOVED IT'S WAY WAY BETTER!! :p yes yes I'VE MOVED hehe.. no more curfews n stuff.. i'm in a hall baby!!i'm too lazy to continue.. i feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115747041814424946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115747041814424946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-update.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115457638079397474</id><published>2006-08-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:39:40.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH ON REPLAYRUN-Snow PatrolI'll sing it one last time for youThen we really have to goYou've been the only thing that's rightIn all I've doneAnd I can barely look at youBut every single time I doI know we'll make it anywhereAnyway from hereLight up, light upAs if you have a choiceEven if you cannot hear my voiceI'll be right beside you dearLouder louderAnd we'll run for our livesI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115457638079397474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115457638079397474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-on-replay-run-snow-patrol-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115397155797962382</id><published>2006-07-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:39:17.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE NOISEI'm spose to be done with school right now.. but coz i'm sucha good student i think i should stay in school. :) Nah... I just dont wanna go home coz it's early and I'm meeting my jap classmate in town later. whooooopppeeeee... n SHE's sending someone else first. So yeah.. anyways that's my .1 cent worth of update. I wanna go off now.. so many things to blog about, so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115397155797962382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115397155797962382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-noise-im-spose-to-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115279530557611385</id><published>2006-07-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:55:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE LABELLED FOR YOUR EYES ONLYI know I said I'm gonna update.. I haven't been gettin down to doin it because it's either a)my internet keeps disconnecting me (yes ppl.. ive downgraded from broadband to dial up.. go on.. laugh at me :s) or b) I jus cbf :D. So here are some pics I thought I might share with you. There's more.. but those I'll post on another day for another story :p also coz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115279530557611385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115279530557611385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-labelled-for-your-eyes-only-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115207987014086673</id><published>2006-07-04T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:11:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH THE SIGNS OF LIFEIn school right now, leeching of their net.... the one at home keeps disconnecting me.. im rushin for time now coz my bus is comin soon... so i'll update prolly after dinner n homewrk later....  missing u guys like crazy... im adapting now.. no more tears tooo... so anyways.. will post again later.. toodles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115207987014086673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115207987014086673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-signs-of-life-in-school-right.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115110350372041028</id><published>2006-06-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:58:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE WITH ALL THE CRYINGI'm updating.. sorry it took awhile. I've been here a little over a week now. Still trying to settle in and get used to the cold weather. As the title suggest, I really have been cryin bucket loads. The homestay hosts I have, have been real patient with me. Especially with Sumitra (the lady of the house, and no she isn't Indian, she's Thai). She knows how close I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115110350372041028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115110350372041028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-with-all-crying-im-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-115019758077329176</id><published>2006-06-13T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:19:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at the airport now...  so the post is kinda rushy...imma miss u guys back home.. the mini flood i caused was purely unintentional... blame the sister for cryin.. :(Pray for my safety and success, I shall be back home with you guys soon enough. Take care of yourselves.. I love you guys.Sharki3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115019758077329176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/115019758077329176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-airport-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-114995127978475762</id><published>2006-06-10T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:36:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letter/(s)Darling Tara,Yeah that's how I'm addressed on your blog all the time isn't it? Just doin you the same favour :D It took awhile for me to come up with this, coz I wanted it to be as close to perfection as it could be. However, excellence doesn't require perfection .. ok ok this one a bit off tangent. Gettin back on track, I think the 11 yrs we've shared as friends cannot be simply summed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114995127978475762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114995127978475762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/06/letters-darling-tara-yeah-thats-how-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-114969966539482184</id><published>2006-06-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:01:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letter/(s)Dear Jez,I have so many things to tell you right now, I don't even know where to begin. There's so much that I want you to know, it's all a big mess in my head. Like a tangled web, strings all in knots, just waiting to be undone.Let me just begin by saying how thankful I am to you. For the past three years or so, knowing you has brought about certain changes in me, as minute as they are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114969966539482184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114969966539482184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/06/letters-dear-jez-i-have-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126113.post-114957428357084626</id><published>2006-06-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:11:23.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ONE THAT IS LONG OVERDUESeeing as to how I've been gettin very emotional msgs on here.  The next coupla posts are written as , well i spose u can call them letters, to ppl. In absolutely no order to how important the person is to me. Coz trust me, you're all important. Whether you are mentioned or not. The thing bout writing letters is this, most of the time I end up not sending any. Why not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114957428357084626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5126113/posts/default/114957428357084626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharksterposition.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-that-is-long-overdue-seeing-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sharky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02363640597870787706'/></author></entry></feed>