<?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-2644031321544740443</id><updated>2011-10-17T09:06:32.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyse is your ambiguous lover.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5147514834155803307</id><published>2010-12-29T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:07:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Every Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, it's been a long long, LONG time since I've even looked at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blogger, let alone write anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I thought I'd give it a little up date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I've now been single for nearly a year, and that itself has been rewarding yet frustrating. I managed to try &amp;amp; pull myself away from everyone for a while, but in the past few months I've had to let my guard down and relax a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which for me basically means I've decided to act like a 20 year old - for once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm young, happy &amp;amp; single, what else is there to do - Beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s the odd male - out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well for starters I'm planning on going to America next year, yesterday I woke up feeling like I wanted to pierce my nose (so I did).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TRv3UWHl2GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hRmYoGRmmlU/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-30%2Bat%2B14.04%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556306494198503522" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TRv3UJAk1nI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kGXBV-XqhjY/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-30%2Bat%2B14.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556306490679416434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also have developed a crush (can you call it a crush if your sleeping together?) on one guy but I'm still madly in love with my Army guy. It's so frustrating being stuck here, especially if your Army guy is in Afghanistan fighting &amp;amp; the other guy you like just got out of a 2.5 year relationship &amp;amp; wants to just have fun (but has recently informed me that he likes me, he's over sleeping with different people (like me), he also told me that out of everyone he knows he can connet/talk to me the easiest,  but he's not ready for anything so we're going to be just friends, which I'm ok with because I like just being around him I get this amazing/happy/confident energy around him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, my 3 best friends are all over 1000 km away from me too, so making new friends are in order. Talking over the internet can only get you so far! (I love you girls if your reading this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I guess that was my update for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm off to Confest! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.dte.org.au/NextFest.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-5147514834155803307?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5147514834155803307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5147514834155803307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5147514834155803307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5147514834155803307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-every-blue-moon.html' title='Once Every Blue Moon'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TRv3UWHl2GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hRmYoGRmmlU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-30%2Bat%2B14.04%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6617219677444737547</id><published>2010-06-20T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:12:29.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Oh hey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;HEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I never got to show you what my apartment looked like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh golly! I miss that humble dwelling ever so much! Next year if I'm working enough I might move back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I never had much of a problem with my old house mate, and now Ryan &amp;amp; I have split, I can abuse my single rights!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TB3pE_vYVJI/AAAAAAAAALI/glghGh-hxYw/s320/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484796193246041234" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TB3pD6iIUWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uJMUzPkqGWY/s320/Photo+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484796174668419426" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TB3pENcl0XI/AAAAAAAAALA/iJDR823W0To/s320/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484796179745460594" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TB3pFUjEsLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/afvIVzZdhFc/s320/Photo+151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484796198831567026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-6617219677444737547?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6617219677444737547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6617219677444737547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6617219677444737547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6617219677444737547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-hey.html' title='...Oh hey...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TB3pE_vYVJI/AAAAAAAAALI/glghGh-hxYw/s72-c/Photo+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1452419059990393340</id><published>2010-06-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:26:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the silliness of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, my name's Elyse... and I have a terrible habit of letting down my guard when (seemingly) nice boys with nice smiles and lots of cuddles say they like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I write them books and letters and cook them breakfast, cakes and everything else that I thought (seemingly) nice boys liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then they stop talking to you, and forget your phone number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you have liked one another for 5 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look amazing in their glasses and Country Road attire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They smell amazing in their Joop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make you feel amazing when they kiss you &amp;amp; tell you "your perfect, happy, beautiful". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then they go back and hide behind their guns in the Army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They go to Afghanistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I secretly hope they never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I know they eventually will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, the silliness of me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-1452419059990393340?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1452419059990393340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1452419059990393340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1452419059990393340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1452419059990393340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-silliness-of-me.html' title='Oh, the silliness of me!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4822666479902552171</id><published>2010-06-10T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:16:20.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderful day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO0OoOo0000oo0ooo000OOo0o! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while (again... I know, I'm fairly lazy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lovely to see how my whole 18 followers are doing. You seem to be rather wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, life update; well, Ryan has now got a wonderful new girlfriend (it hurts, but I'm getting over it), I'm halfway through my course! It's gone so quickly! I've managed to stay in one of my jobs for more than 6 months :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDXKn5hgoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jIhqWfYhfTE/s200/Photo+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481117324018811522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This yeah has had it's personal ups and downs, much like everybody else, you just pick up the pieces and keep on walking. There's really no time to stop and complain, the hours, days and weeks keep going, and naturally, you can't help but move forward with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4822666479902552171?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4822666479902552171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4822666479902552171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4822666479902552171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4822666479902552171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-wonderful-day.html' title='Another wonderful day...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDXKn5hgoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jIhqWfYhfTE/s72-c/Photo+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7161614670015699362</id><published>2010-03-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:43:08.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot stop coughing, it's the most horrible feeling, like I'm unable to breath. My voice is now just a rough whisper and on my good days I'll sound like a man. Well, I'm glad I'm sick so I can appreciate the days when I'm healthy and well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-7161614670015699362?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7161614670015699362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7161614670015699362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7161614670015699362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7161614670015699362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/03/cough-cough.html' title='cough cough'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5748537525043980604</id><published>2010-03-02T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:39:35.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm, traditional green tea infused with fragrant jasmine... not too weak yet not too strong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-5748537525043980604?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5748537525043980604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5748537525043980604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5748537525043980604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5748537525043980604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/03/mmm-traditional-green-tea-infused-with.html' title=''/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3427631163403598586</id><published>2010-02-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:29:47.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely bones...</title><content type='html'>Do know when you get that feeling? That horrible, lonely abandoned feeling where you're left feeling hollow and empty for a little while? Well I have that feeling, the best way I could possibly describe it is, like being an old, used hollow bone. The ones you find out in the bush somewhere. The type of bone you look at and think to yourself 'now, where is your home little one?'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find where I belong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3427631163403598586?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3427631163403598586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3427631163403598586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3427631163403598586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3427631163403598586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-lovely-bones.html' title='My lovely bones...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1662863013030299686</id><published>2010-02-19T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:55:19.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YARR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahoy there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah! I'm so excited! I got into my course! Conservation and Land Management, this will provide a stepping stone for me to get into Environmental Science! So I can save and protect the important things in life with my new found wealth of knowledge! Huzzah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In other news, I'm learning to sew and I've finally sent off Karrens pretend birthday present... give it a few weeks Karren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-1662863013030299686?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1662863013030299686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1662863013030299686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1662863013030299686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1662863013030299686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/02/ya.html' title='YARR!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6637617637362264485</id><published>2010-02-15T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:48:22.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm recently employed as a children's swim teacher, and now I constantly smell like chlorine and i never know when i should wash my hair because I work nearly every night. So that's all for now. Thank you :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-6637617637362264485?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6637617637362264485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6637617637362264485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6637617637362264485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6637617637362264485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-recently-employed-as-childrens-swim.html' title=''/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7811070503114472757</id><published>2010-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:47:52.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me or does St. Valentine's Day seem forced to you? Don't get me wrong, it's a wonderful excuse to celebrate a new and/or happy relationships. But what about the 'it's... ok/mutual closeness because I'm used to being around you all the time' relationships, these are the forced relationships that cause me to take a second look at this Hallmark excuse of a romantic day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; All the people that are single are already having a horrible day, to them Valentines day is just another excuse to be really pissed off at everyone else (like my poor, stunningly gorgeous and ridiculously fussy ex-house mate) and the couples who feel the pressure of Valentines Day and feel they need to walk side-by-side, wasting money on roses (what do flowers even symbolise anyway, they only die a week later), saying "I love you darling" to then break up a week later just frustrates me (alas, I am one of those people).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Maybe I'm being too cynical and dark, maybe it is a wonderful celebration of romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I've decided I'm being bitter and twisted, people can celebrate today and whatever other day they want, however they want. I'm happy to read my book for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-7811070503114472757?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7811070503114472757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7811070503114472757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7811070503114472757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7811070503114472757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-371103967058786471</id><published>2010-02-11T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:20:47.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good lord, has it really been 5 months?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok, So I've been avoiding my blogging site for a while, only because I don't want to sound like I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, update time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've moved home (much to my dislike).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I've lost a close relative recently and reacted quite odd to the whole situation, as if I were, well not indifferent but as if it were a normal occurrence, even though it is... but not in my everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- My head's not quite right after another very private personal issue I've had to endure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I constantly smell like Chlorine because I work nearly every night in a swimming pool teaching little kids to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I cut my hair off, so now it's short (as you will see from the picture of my friend jade and I).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- My photobooth accidentally got deleted from my mac and I can no longer take quick paranoid pictures of my teeth before I run off to a meeting or work... frustrating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  Since moving home I forget to take the bins out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I like water from a tap, not chilled water (it makes my teeth hurt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I got a new phone, but it's hard to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/S3PnZN6WMSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KKQePMPoysw/s320/Photo+137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436943595583451426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there you have it! The wonderful life of Elyse, up till now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tune in the next 5 months to read more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-371103967058786471?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/371103967058786471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=371103967058786471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/371103967058786471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/371103967058786471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-lord-has-it-really-been-5-months.html' title='Good lord, has it really been 5 months?'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/S3PnZN6WMSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KKQePMPoysw/s72-c/Photo+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3438273799581861579</id><published>2009-09-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:15:48.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book smell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about you, but I just love the smell of an old book. There's something weathered and beautiful about them, like looking at yourself in an ancient distressed mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm currently sitting at my local library, with 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 minutes left of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; use. It's fantastic! They even have a little cafe. Actually, it's a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impersonal&lt;/span&gt;, people are sitting right next to you, so they read everything you're writing and I seriously need to wash my hands after using this keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason I'm no longer able to use my laptop is because I've moved out with a friend, to this gorgeous apartment. I'll try and take some photos, just to show you how lucky I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We overlook the bay, as in the beach is literally a stones throw away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has become a tad complex at the moment, I'm working two jobs, my main one is a little unstable, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; apart of the excitement of living week to week. Do you have Target over in North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;? Well, that where I'm currently employed, and it's pretty average, but it now officially pays the bills, and I'm getting better at budgeting, is that how you spell it? Budgeting? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, curse not having spell check! I miss my mac. I've probably made an absolute fool of myself with all my grammatical errors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I've now got only 15 minutes left and I have just a few more things to do whilst on this computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3438273799581861579?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3438273799581861579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3438273799581861579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3438273799581861579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3438273799581861579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-smell.html' title='Book smell.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4979145257319128572</id><published>2009-08-17T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:38.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or has Jamie T gone commercial? &lt;div&gt;All my favourite bands are falling into their trap! Well, I still have Ash Grunwald and Xavier Rudd, hopefully they'll stay true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4979145257319128572?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4979145257319128572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4979145257319128572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4979145257319128572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4979145257319128572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-just-me-or-has-jamie-t-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3627737729312868560</id><published>2009-08-16T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:42:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My light has blown, so, naturally I have employed a candle as my new source of light. It's really not very effective. But I feel oh so romantic sitting here alone in my bedroom, posting a blog and wearing an old jumper and socks. Now everyone must try my lovely atmospheric approach to lighting issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I went and saw a movie with my neighbour over the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was amazed at the story behind the film, but I was still utterly freaked out by it. For a PG movie, it really sends uncomfortable shivers up your spine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh, in case you haven't guessed it yet, it's a new little fill in piece of Tim Burton's genius! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SofwV4qgGdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/My0jk3c-W6A/s200/coraline-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370525339441174994" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LO3n67BQvh0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LO3n67BQvh0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, is a haunting tale of a young girls boring, tedious and unloving life with her hypocritical cold parents. She basically stumbles across a  tiny door that has been hidden behind the wall paper... there lies a world of a loving family and bright colourful land where her existence is a little more appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LO3n67BQvh0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But then she starts to see the fine cracks. I personally wouldn't even dream of taking my kids to see that movie, I even got nightmares from it. But it was still beautifully done and it's refreshing from all that other disney crap thats on at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I give it 3.5 red wine corks, stars are too boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;xX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3627737729312868560?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3627737729312868560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3627737729312868560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3627737729312868560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3627737729312868560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/08/candles.html' title='Candles.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SofwV4qgGdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/My0jk3c-W6A/s72-c/coraline-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3588841949251095433</id><published>2009-07-13T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:43:55.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spacer information please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SlvrcomrghI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kxue1xzvAfw/s1600-h/Photo+140.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to make this spacer (stretcher) in my right ear work. I just really need to go up a size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SlvrcbsoIHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eP4dWDpMNE4/s200/Photo+136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358135055391137906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one I'm wearing now keeps getting tangled in my hair and catches on my clothes because its a spiral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'll go hunting for a better one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone else like the Decemberists? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SlvrcomrghI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kxue1xzvAfw/s200/Photo+140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358135058855854610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hungry, lunch time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.s: Dont you just love the mirror effect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3588841949251095433?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3588841949251095433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3588841949251095433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3588841949251095433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3588841949251095433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/07/spacer-information-please.html' title='Spacer information please...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SlvrcbsoIHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eP4dWDpMNE4/s72-c/Photo+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8756084158140266833</id><published>2009-07-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:56:04.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm so happy coz today I found my friends, their in my head." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, not really, but they were for Kurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So I'm now waitressing, hanging out with my ex and listening to the greatest songs of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else love Bon Iver? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm thinking about changing my hair, and as you guys have some idea of who I am, you have the right to choose a hair style for me. You're welcome to choose anything, and I would love to hear what you have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm going to bed now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-8756084158140266833?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8756084158140266833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8756084158140266833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8756084158140266833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8756084158140266833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/07/lithium.html' title='Lithium'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6732293555995728317</id><published>2009-06-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:45:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ahhh, yes, the day has finally come. I can now walk around naked and feel no shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because I have the HOUSE TO MYSELF!! YAY YAY YAY YYAYAYAYYAYAYSYASFGAHEIVBNJ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ok, I'm over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey guess what!? My rabbits had babies. SO CUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also, my friend is going into labour right NOW! How exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-6732293555995728317?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6732293555995728317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6732293555995728317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6732293555995728317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6732293555995728317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalala.html' title='Lalala.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4299947212691632536</id><published>2009-06-18T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:52:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SjrhJuzNh_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GLmM1Sgs2k4/s1600-h/kate-mcleod-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SjrhJuzNh_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GLmM1Sgs2k4/s320/kate-mcleod-2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348835064753784818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm sorry i've been truly pathetic with Blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I also really need to get into some of your blogs too, I'm really lazy at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But I just wanted to say thank you to those who have read my dribble and still seemed to find some entertainment in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm sick at home (probably got the stupid Swine) and so now I hav to make Ryan a birthday present, I'm too poor to actually go and buy something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So here is my plan for his birthday (22nd June). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'll make him a cake &amp;amp; do an artwork similar to Kate McLeod's work (god I love her stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'll also try to sew some little flags on a piece of string to decorate his house with, and write him a card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Did I mention that I cannot sew to save my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Wish me luck, i'll let you know if I've failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh, also, for the past week I've been on placement at a Pathology Clinic, happily stabbing INR patients daily. God I love this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ok, I might be a little Sadistic, but I do it with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Go and see Sunshine Cleaning. It's so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4299947212691632536?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4299947212691632536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4299947212691632536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4299947212691632536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4299947212691632536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SjrhJuzNh_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/GLmM1Sgs2k4/s72-c/kate-mcleod-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4312838503940582042</id><published>2009-06-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:51:36.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love hippies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had the most wonderful, crazy, refreshing and eye opening experience last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I was wonderful and refreshing because I have been so 'grown up' and 'mature' lately, that I actually forgot that I'm 18, and really, I shouldn't be trying to seem more stable so Ryan will stay with me. He should really be getting back to his roots and get out their, put himself in an uncomfortable situation to actually learn something from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Well, that's what I decided to do last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My friend Elliot (whom I haven't seen in quite some time due to his worldly adventures) has decided to go backpacking/hitch hiking across Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But since he's been back from Pakistan or where ever he was last, his current address since then is... house squatting in an abandoned building. This building used to be an old Jail/police station. But some asian corporate company has bought it since then, and they plan to knock it down some time next year to rebuild an apartment block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So anyway, we went there as a farewell to Elliot and to paint the walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; People were being held up-side-down so they'll be able to walk on the roof with paint on their feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; So, I knew absolutely no one there, I took one friend with me, Sarah. She's the only person that's really open to anything, she doesn't care what people think of her. All she wants to do is enjoy life whilst she still has it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; So, after getting to know some of the others, we all headed into the old Jail cell to sit down play the guitar and chat, one girl said she found an old Court Room, so we all decided to pack up and head to this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was massive! Some of us split up to go exploring, we went to the back rooms to look around. All of a sudden someone came running in saying, "Get out! Security guards are outside, there calling the cops! Run!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We all ditched in different hallways, but there were no back doors, everyone managed to find a back window to jump out of, but I was in another room so I jumped out the window there, but managed to graze my entire back in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were hiding out side for ages, waiting to hear what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I found one of the guys, and he said that they're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we all went back to the original police station. But they hadn't left, they found the building we were in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we all hid in different areas or the premises, seeing torch lights through the windows and radios going off about different locations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sarah and I had to get out of there! I don't know what they could have charged us with, but I couldn't risk it. I needed to get into nursing with a clean record. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We found 3 other people near where we lived, so we found a way out, got into their Kombi van. Sarah and I were in the mattress in the back, whilst the others drove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As we were on the main road, a fuzz copter started to follow us, to be honest I have absolutely no idea why, but we had to lose them, so we went under a bridge, and turned around to find another way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We arrived at one of the guys houses, changed cars, so we wouldn't be picked up again, and went home safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have really missed being my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-4312838503940582042?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4312838503940582042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4312838503940582042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4312838503940582042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4312838503940582042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-hippies.html' title='I love hippies.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1633013559510962481</id><published>2009-06-09T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:19:29.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, don't feel you need to read this, I just needed to vent.</title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't really written here for a while because I feel that what I say is boring. I really have nothing exciting to discuss. &lt;div&gt; But I think I need to start up again, because I'm starting to feel down again. I started this blog when I was doing my final year/few months of high school, and I was under a lot of pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, this is my self advised therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I think I'm not myself, is because I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. I have no money/job anymore, so I can't travel or save for a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no other companions other than Ryan at the moment, No friends to really share anything with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel really self centred for taking your time. This was a redundant post. I just needed to vent, sorry to make you feel like I now do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-1633013559510962481?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1633013559510962481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1633013559510962481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1633013559510962481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1633013559510962481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-dont-feel-you-need-to-read-this.html' title='Please, don&apos;t feel you need to read this, I just needed to vent.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-2584358000326114046</id><published>2009-05-22T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:45:11.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! Thank you KIRS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZzEmgy2bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YFgJDntJPc/s320/E.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338580931189070258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZz5mqGRTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gYKM4SCg1vk/s200/e.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338581841761158450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZzE7C_3GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eu-PmnwuAOA/s1600-h/E.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZzE7C_3GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eu-PmnwuAOA/s320/E.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338580936701238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZzbgeyRKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iPstqnbMeTU/s200/e.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338581324707021986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just had the most amazing Day EVER! I finally received Kirs Gift! I'm over the moon about it! I'm wearing his necklace right now, I'm going to frame his hand painted shell and I'm going to hang the big circle thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I also got my licence, which I thought would never happen. I went in at 9 am to go for a last lesson before the test, which I thought was at 11 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I rocked up, they were like "Oh, hey man your test was like, at 9 am this morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I nearly cried! Because the next time I could try again was in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But then they looked through all the records and said, "Oh hey, yeah we can kind of like fit you in at 1.30 this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was so relieved. But then they said I could do the test in my car. It didn't have a hand break, it only had a foot break. The only other car I could have possibly used was my Dads, but everything was on the opposite side, and I have never driven before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So naturally I started to cry. I had no idea what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mum had to go see a friend, and I came along too. We then discovered that she had a car that was suitable for the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A little bigger, but it did the job... I'm a free man now. Can drive where ever I feel the need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There you go, my amazing triumph of a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How about you? What did you get up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-2584358000326114046?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/2584358000326114046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=2584358000326114046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2584358000326114046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2584358000326114046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-god-oh-my-god-thank-you-kirs.html' title='OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! Thank you KIRS!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ShZzEmgy2bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2YFgJDntJPc/s72-c/E.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1138020977205559079</id><published>2009-05-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:13:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ elinkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/Sg5LNyfO-mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/exCQcQTjCBM/s1600-h/3519007305_b2bac58342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/Sg5LNyfO-mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/exCQcQTjCBM/s320/3519007305_b2bac58342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285308743776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This little Swedish girl is the most wonderful, beautiful, delicate, adorable and tasteful person I have ever stumbled across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I felt I should take it upon myself to feast your eyes on the delights of &lt;a href="http://elinkan.blogg.se/"&gt;Elinkan&lt;/a&gt; I think that's her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-1138020977205559079?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1138020977205559079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1138020977205559079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1138020977205559079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1138020977205559079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-elinkan.html' title='I ♥ elinkan'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/Sg5LNyfO-mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/exCQcQTjCBM/s72-c/3519007305_b2bac58342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-146438171233320973</id><published>2009-05-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:27:56.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggers My Snake Has A Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SgaP9naZxdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xaMPWnsmGX4/s1600-h/Photo+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SgaPicV5xoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H3ZjIxyFU1c/s320/Photo+137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334108630553314946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really quite cute, when he breathes his nose whistles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so affectionate, and playful. Totally unaware of the fact that most people are totally freaked by him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-146438171233320973?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/146438171233320973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=146438171233320973' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/146438171233320973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/146438171233320973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/05/baggers-my-snake-has-cold.html' title='Baggers My Snake Has A Cold.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SgaP9naZxdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xaMPWnsmGX4/s72-c/Photo+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8152739469639034884</id><published>2009-05-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:13:49.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a River to skate away on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I open my mouth, they don't know what I'm thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss someone knowing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Kelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to skate away on my frozen river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when the sun is out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan will still be blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What colour does that make me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-8152739469639034884?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8152739469639034884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8152739469639034884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8152739469639034884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8152739469639034884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-had-river-to-skate-away-on.html' title='I wish I had a River to skate away on.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7411517839185712698</id><published>2009-04-29T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:10:39.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its started!</title><content type='html'>Winter is starting to show its cold little head, even though it's still autumn. &lt;div&gt; Mt Bulla is now open, first time in 30 years it's being open this early, so Ryan and I are off to the Post American winter sales. Perfect timing for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheap clothes, boards skis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... my dreads are now gone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm also feeling a lot better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else here watch Skins? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm obsessed with it. If you have never really given it any thought, seriously! Watch it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-7411517839185712698?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7411517839185712698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7411517839185712698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7411517839185712698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7411517839185712698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-started.html' title='Its started!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3317221814798741120</id><published>2009-04-23T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:34:38.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of meeting Ben Harper &amp; the Relentless 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I went to the Byron Bay Blues and Roots Festival the other week, and saw acts such as Ben Harper, Xavier Rudd &amp;amp; Ash Grumwald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I decided to get into the 'festive' mood and I stupidly paid $50 for 4 dread locks. 4! Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Now my hair is a mattered mess &amp;amp; constantly greasy because of the bee's wax they put in, no matter what I do,  my hair will go back to the exact same state as it was the day before I washed it. Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In other news, Ben Harper &amp;amp; his band caught my plane back to Melbourne to attend some comedy talk show we have here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As he walked past me I stuttered, "Thanks for an amazing night, last night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which may sound weird to people who have no idea who he is, but I saw him play a very enthusiastic set that evening. Then he turned to me in all his splendor and said, "No, thank you so much for being apart of it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And then I melted in my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His band was sitting up just ahead of me &amp;amp; one of them kept looking back at me, so we had fun eye flirting throughout the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3317221814798741120?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3317221814798741120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3317221814798741120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3317221814798741120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3317221814798741120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/04/joys-of-meeting-ben-harper-relentless-7.html' title='The joys of meeting Ben Harper &amp; the Relentless 7.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4930929155852830241</id><published>2009-04-21T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:02:03.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not a great day, can't do anything because I'm not well, I'm not sure if it's mono again but I feel achy and horrid all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I wish I had Skins, season 3 to distract me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4930929155852830241?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4930929155852830241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4930929155852830241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4930929155852830241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4930929155852830241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp; tired.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8297946028175583115</id><published>2009-03-26T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:23:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScwyDD850rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7u7rRe8BjvI/s1600-h/Photo+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScwyDD850rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7u7rRe8BjvI/s200/Photo+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317680288199463602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a cat today, and blogger started hitting on me after I updated my profile photo.&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/Scwx31hWJoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/73rWw9Mn0Os/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317680095347222146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, yesterday I went to the Dentist... which I absolutely HATE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling &amp;amp; the sound of the drill just freaks me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, they couldn't seem to numb me enough so I did feel pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smile I had last night though was fabulously priceless! One half of my face lit up in a wonderful smile, whilst the other half was a nasty grimace. Which made the whole expression look like that two faced guy from Batman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; So this morning I woke up to having the most awful pain in me left cheek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because my dentist must have put the needle in my muscle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-8297946028175583115?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8297946028175583115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8297946028175583115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8297946028175583115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8297946028175583115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/03/meow.html' title='MEOW...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScwyDD850rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7u7rRe8BjvI/s72-c/Photo+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8308102599253170178</id><published>2009-03-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:34:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumby-head Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScrbgXx0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iaEygXykJek/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScrbgXx0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iaEygXykJek/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317303659249577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm really either not doing much, or I'm doing too much that it's become monotonous and I find it boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Either way, I'll tell you what I'm actually doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm Currently; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Finishing Level 1 in Sign Language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Halfway through my Certificate III in Pathology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Teaching kids to swim (getting my volunteer hours up to start getting paid for it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Painting, but not offten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Seeing Ryan as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Looking for new music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Going to the Byron Bay Blues and Roots music Festival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Wishing I can move out and live with Ryan soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Listening to Muse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Want to get my stupid bloody licence! GAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Saving up for a car &amp;amp; a holiday to Greece/ Germany because they are basically next door neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Passport expired :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love you all and missing you because I'm lazy, sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-8308102599253170178?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8308102599253170178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8308102599253170178' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8308102599253170178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8308102599253170178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/03/gumby-head-girl.html' title='Gumby-head Girl.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/ScrbgXx0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iaEygXykJek/s72-c/Photo+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-2614228429753993899</id><published>2009-03-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:06:14.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers in law...</title><content type='html'>Ryans mother and I had ... er, well I guess you could call it a clash the other day.&lt;div&gt;Long story short, we are both different (VERY DIFFERENT) people. She's very argumentative and opinionated. Were as, when I get angry or hurt, I remove myself from the undesired stimulus and sit somewhere quietly most of the time I tend to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have been rather... well sensitive for the past few weeks (no thanks to the bloody implanon that's cozily implanted in my arm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But what she did had nothing to do with me being over sensitive (although she claims that I was being that way). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. I'm in my PJ's, were as Ryan was just in jeans and leaning over. He has a little gut, but it's just polite to not make a big thing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Jenni walks in from her morning walk. Sees Ryan and grabs her Phone to take a picture of him with it. She laughs and says to Ryan, "Hahahaha, this picture is proof as to why you should lose weight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I didn't say anything, we ignored it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she walks over to open a packet of M'n'Ms and says "Ryan, is there something wrong with you? You're not diving for the chocolate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By then I felt she was just being plain nasty, so as I went to go and have a shower I said to her "Jenni, what you said to Ryan was just plain cruel, you can't just say that." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, she didn't like that one bit. "How dare you.. blah blah blah, I can't even be myself in my own house since you came along.. blah blah blah... before you came along I used to talk to Ryan all the time about stuff like that" (Jesus, no wonder to poor boy has no self-esteem and depression.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm no longer heading that way anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Stay out of the old witches territory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez, you guys a coping it with my anger and ventilation at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for bothering to read this. I'm off to talk with my hands now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-2614228429753993899?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/2614228429753993899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=2614228429753993899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2614228429753993899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2614228429753993899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-in-law.html' title='Mothers in law...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8936851288932563655</id><published>2009-03-07T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:36:24.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in Ireland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life without Kelly, is like a life without buildings (no not the band...if you've ever heard of it).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; For the next year, my favorite shoulder to cry on has packed her bag and has become a backpacker.&lt;br /&gt;She's just finished skiing in France, and visiting her family in England. Her next stop is Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;Where she will be crashing for the next 3 months with her other close friend Tilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this little post is just letting you know that a chunk of me will be missing for the next 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;(Cum knuckle, if your reading this... Meet and play with as many Irish guys as you can. god I would be if I was single. Hell fall in love and get married! Just let me know so I can fly over to hold your hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SbN1V4AVKsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/akuWRDq3lwE/s1600-h/n707205325_594790_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SbN1V4AVKsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/akuWRDq3lwE/s200/n707205325_594790_4622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310717404271422146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to listen to The Kings of Leon before they discovered the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&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/2644031321544740443-8936851288932563655?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8936851288932563655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8936851288932563655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8936851288932563655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8936851288932563655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-in-ireland.html' title='Missing in Ireland...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SbN1V4AVKsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/akuWRDq3lwE/s72-c/n707205325_594790_4622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6941722973121622092</id><published>2009-03-01T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:11:26.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, stupid girl!</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you what an idiot I can be.&lt;div&gt;Well, here you go "I'M A SELF TITLED IDIOT!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This statement is only highlighted by the stunt I pulled last weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out clubbing to this Indie bar in Melbourne, it's called 'Pogo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend was leaving for Europe, so we decided to hit the town one last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Because we were new to this scene, we were friendly, asking the bartenders and the door people what they think is a good drink, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one particular bartender was rather chatty, and at the end of the night, after all the fun and dancing, talking to fellow club people, Tilly (my friend going to Europe) and I saw the bartender (Dieter) we were talking to earlier. He had finished his shift and asked us to come over and have a chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club was closing so we had to leave. We met some nice, overly friendly guys earlier and they invited us to come to the Crown Casino which was still open. The Dieter said he had nothing else to do, so he hung out with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got sick of the immaturity of the younger guys and just sat down to talk to Dieter. He told us he was 24, done graphic design and is just bartending at the moment. We exchanged numbers and said we'll be friends and what not. Catch up maybe on the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we made plans to hang out on sunday afternoon/evening, but the friend I invited bailed and I was on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One I caught up with him, I told him I wasn't interested and that I wanted to go home, I didn't want to stay out late or stay at his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out for a few drinks and dinner. It got later and later, every time I asked to leave, he kept making excuses for me to stay, saying things to make me feel bad so I would stay longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up having to go back to his house. And insisted to sleep on the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him I'm going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, I just want to talk to you in my room. So I said, for 5 mins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked for a while, and then he kept saying "I like you, and I know your attracted to me. So stop denying it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I knew I should probably try and get home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept trying to kiss me, make me feel guilty for seeing him, telling me reasons why I should break up with my boyfriend, and telling me that I was why he hated catching up with girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He then told me his real age which was 30, and expected me to kiss him, and wanted to be with him, he kept touching me and trying to hold me, kissing down my back. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how hw would react if I went off at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was freaking out, I couldn't stop shaking and I told him I needed a drink of water to get away from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I ran to get my stuff all together. I was going to get out of there, by then it was 3am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He followed me after a while, so I told him he was really scaring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I got to the front door and went flying down the stairs out onto the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was calling after me, telling me how stupid I was, and that I didn't need to act like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept walking, worried he was still following. I had no idea where I was, I called mum, and burst into tears of relief and fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to flag down a taxi, and an hour and a half later I was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah. I'm now very cautious of men and not knowing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stranger danger is 100% real my friends, take note. Never trust the seemingly nice men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-6941722973121622092?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6941722973121622092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6941722973121622092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6941722973121622092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6941722973121622092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-stupid-girl.html' title='Stupid, stupid girl!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8144337191783396104</id><published>2009-01-31T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:31:34.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Going Up The Country"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This often occurs on my days off whilst listening to Kitty Daisy &amp;amp; Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SYUW3YbcKYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E5xQ3MDui-Q/s200/Rawww+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665677377415554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SYUW3QZp94I/AAAAAAAAAFY/WY8H7lziNwg/s200/Rawww2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665675222448002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SYUW3YfpFOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tvwlHMFuewo/s200/Rawww+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665677395039458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SYUW3I_iLgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YpBOHXEMfy0/s200/Rawww4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297665673233837570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also LOVE MONICA!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has me thoroughly prepared for my climb to Everest, with all my lucky charms and pretty accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(NOTE: I'll edit this post when I get home and take a proper photo of all my trinkets I received from Karen and Monica.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-8144337191783396104?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8144337191783396104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8144337191783396104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8144337191783396104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8144337191783396104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-up-country.html' title='&quot;Going Up The Country&quot;'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SYUW3YbcKYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E5xQ3MDui-Q/s72-c/Rawww+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4794762865753953253</id><published>2009-01-13T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:56:50.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shoes are officially off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have just had a beer, so I'm a little tipsy (all the better to put you to sleep my dear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is traditional after a hard six hours or dish-pig labour! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new job over looking the beach isn't really all that awesome. I work in the back as well as the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Working for my money is hard, and painful. It's 10 minutes to 1 am, and thats early to be finished with work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SWydkM59jCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SHU3GnmkE3Q/s320/schanibysheri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776907518676002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, enough complaining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE KAREN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave me 2 awesome rings made out of guitar strings, 2 little stencil booklets, a hand drawn flower, and a mini dream catcher. CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and a beautifully written note, K you have amazing hand writing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I would put a picture up, but I'm currently not at home at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the dream catcher is hanging from my roof! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I also put more tre branches up, and a vinyl bird-cage print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I need to sleep, writing a blog at 1 am is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You kiddies have a splendific day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4794762865753953253?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4794762865753953253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4794762865753953253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4794762865753953253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4794762865753953253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-shoes-are-officially-off.html' title='My shoes are officially off!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SWydkM59jCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SHU3GnmkE3Q/s72-c/schanibysheri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5800701345272977976</id><published>2008-12-21T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:51:06.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my first present!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Zoe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my dog called Ginger!  AHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my puppy Ginger;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8lS3SRhcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PyVmWkc2zmY/s320/Photo+135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481893937350082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8lSoIbcQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KjEO-_sSjo0/s320/Photo+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481889869525250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-5800701345272977976?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5800701345272977976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5800701345272977976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5800701345272977976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5800701345272977976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhhh-2.html' title='AHHHHH #2'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8lS3SRhcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PyVmWkc2zmY/s72-c/Photo+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6153538071523923121</id><published>2008-12-21T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:49:57.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bedding makes all the difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hello my lovely little vegemites, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;How are we all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, just a brief update, and then there will be a gap between now and my next blog, maybe up to two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The reason for this is; I am traveling up to Sydney for a few days over Christmas time (Woo! Bring on the road trip!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I shall be heading back to Victoria, to go to the wonderful music rock festival that shall be taking place over new years... (Did I mention that I'm going for free? Ryan and I happen to have gotten volunteer spots YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then I will be back, writing blogs to my little hearts desires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now, today as I strolled down to our local post office, I decided to replace a gift that I wasn't a massive fan of, it was a poorly chosen bed spread on my mothers behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So after I delivered your presents, and a couple of comments on the amount of gifts and destinations, I made my way up to the bedding store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There wasn't a lot to pick from, but I'm very happy with my choice, an aqua and navy double sided little ditty, with a nice coastal print, timelessly classy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The best part about this is, whenever anyone ask's me what I want as a gift, I can say, "European pillows please, with white cotton covers, thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, yes I will, and I shall give them a very polite and cheery grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8ZAvS2pnI/AAAAAAAAADw/az-ptYnJsak/s320/Photo+129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282468388415121010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My little corner of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8ZAqQ6_fI/AAAAAAAAADo/17glcJ6NozM/s320/Photo+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282468387064839666" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is me enjoying the feel of the new, starched fabric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mmm, I love new car smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-6153538071523923121?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6153538071523923121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6153538071523923121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6153538071523923121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6153538071523923121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-bedding-makes-all-difference.html' title='New bedding makes all the difference...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SU8ZAvS2pnI/AAAAAAAAADw/az-ptYnJsak/s72-c/Photo+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5224651322834938186</id><published>2008-12-17T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:02:10.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I am currently babysitting a boy named Luca. I used to do scouts a few years back and Luca's mother was my Scout lead, and her older son was in my scout group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, I just thought I would let you know what I'm doing as I am writing this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been all over town over the past two days, hanging out with Ryan's best mate named Chris, who has come back from Tazzie for a few days to see his family for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Chris took me to the most amazing little op-shop, I love finding the undiscovered little shops that no one knows about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found some gorgeous trinkets there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm also writing up my 'thank you for coming to my birthday and buying me gifts'  letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did the artwork on the front, I think it's a little more sentimental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SUjbiNO0jBI/AAAAAAAAADg/lBs1lT6yvUM/s200/S6300686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280711943805766674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! I also have another new job (the doughnut place is closing down), I'm a waitress at a Tapas restaurant. The people there are absolutely amazing and it is located a few metres away from the beach, so you can look out down the pier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus I get a free drink when I finish, I decided I would go with a nice sweet Moscato on my first shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm exhausted, so this is me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-5224651322834938186?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5224651322834938186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5224651322834938186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5224651322834938186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5224651322834938186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-2.html' title='Update #2.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SUjbiNO0jBI/AAAAAAAAADg/lBs1lT6yvUM/s72-c/S6300686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7812617392288566678</id><published>2008-12-15T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:12:33.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, all the colours of the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been getting into this Christmas wish list thing. But due to being so sodding poor at the moment, I have taken an alternative route, DIY "WOOOOO!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those of you who receive my little gifts of love, please enjoy. I thought hard about each one I made for each of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I am feeling physically better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-7812617392288566678?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7812617392288566678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7812617392288566678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7812617392288566678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7812617392288566678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-all-colours-of-rainbow.html' title='Oh, all the colours of the rainbow.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3663936106492946349</id><published>2008-12-14T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:18:25.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute wish list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SUV3BFIo8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/mclfqR3ZH-w/s1600-h/Photo+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SUV3BFIo8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/mclfqR3ZH-w/s320/Photo+124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279756998603764066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, I know I have run well and truly out of time, but thanks to &lt;a href="http://sparklegreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karren&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ikklejenny8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt; I still have time for a really quick last minute request...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Small wish list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Hand-made string friendship bracelet (I love those types of sentimental gifts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# A hand made card with a really awesome picture on it from an art magazine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Some thing from you (anything little that can be hung by string) so I can add it to my roof of mobile memories...&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Some jewelry from an op shop, they always have awesome little trinkets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# A pencil case, old or new I dont mind, but you have to write a message on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Big wish list: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;# &lt;/span&gt;A new puppy called Ginger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# To one day met my Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Have an awesome picture to add to my wall of unusually sized artworks (it's an expensive work in progress). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Acoustic quitar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# Everyone to have a little gift this Christmas, everyone deserves to have some one care enough to get them something, no matter how small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3663936106492946349?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3663936106492946349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3663936106492946349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3663936106492946349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3663936106492946349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-minute-wish-list.html' title='Last minute wish list...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SUV3BFIo8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/mclfqR3ZH-w/s72-c/Photo+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6370186280570411202</id><published>2008-12-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:21:29.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless today =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I haven't been a very social blogger at the moment, I don't really have an excuse either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm quite ill at the moment, I have an excruciatingly sore throat, so I can't talk to anyone because it hurts so much. I couldn't even call my boss to tell him I couldn't come in today, I had to get my boyfriend to call for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like my head is in limbo at the moment, I'm not happy about anything in particular. I have had some doubt about my relationship with Ryan, but I'm not going to do anything rash, I still love him to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; But I'm not feeling at 'home' anywhere at the moment, my home just feels like it's a temporary settlement for the time being, Ryan's house is cold and small, plus his mum is there and I can't stand her... she can never seem to be pleased with anything anyone does for her, and then she complains more when one little thing doesn't go her way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found out that I got an A+ for my year 12 art folio, boo-yah! Thats a great thing in my favor, means I don't have to worry about my results for that exam too much, because it only counts for 30% of the mark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I have been doing over the past few weeks is reading, working and sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have a confession, when I read, and if it is an exceptionally good book or series, I have a tendency of throwing myself heart and soul into the novel, and wishing I could just slide myself into the story and only exist with in those pages. This only really works with fantasy as you could probably assume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I haven't actually admitted that little hidden desire with anyone before, everything seems easier to admit on this, knowing that everyone who reads my blog liver over in North-America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, that is all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry that there isn't any exciting pictures to show you, I look and feel horrible at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for showing a glimmer of interest to this post if you actually read it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-6370186280570411202?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6370186280570411202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6370186280570411202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6370186280570411202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6370186280570411202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifeless-today.html' title='Lifeless today =/'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-2592004311342164359</id><published>2008-11-30T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:49:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then there was 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That got your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I'll finally have enough money to get a car soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I now have two jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My original job I get paid $10 an hour to run the whole shop on my own, this is at the average doughnut joint where I work with really awesome I get paid $15 and hour and was dishes. We also have a beautiful staff lunch, where we eat all the delicious foods they make for the customers and we get a glass of wine to wash it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tasting wine all day, getting to know the different personalities of each bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to Ryans Aunty and Uncles house for a pre christmas lunch, because his cousin is going away for Christmas, so this was for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day, getting to know his family a little better. They go into detail so much, I felt a little uncomfortable. But that's how different families roll I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then on the way home (an hours drive) I had some practice driving, nearly wiping everyone out on the round-abouts a few times. I need to learn to change gear before entering them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His turn to meet everyone at Christmas time in Sydney. We will be driving up. I love road trips! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-2592004311342164359?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/2592004311342164359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=2592004311342164359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2592004311342164359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2592004311342164359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-there-was-2.html' title='Then there was 2...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-3128411094223986675</id><published>2008-11-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:30:21.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SS5LngLLZoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/drte92HvibY/s1600-h/Photo+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SS5LngLLZoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/drte92HvibY/s320/Photo+121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273235355721229954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oh, I also got a new skirt today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very happy, it's a 1960's floral wrap around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;- I now have six wonderful followers, and in our little blogging community we happily converse with one another. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to my best friends house to help her recover from not having her boyfriend in the state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out she rudely talk on the phone to him all night (she talks to him 5 hours a day usually because he lives in Sydney. She couldn't even have one night to hang out with a mate), whilst I was banished to the couch and had to watch TV. When I could have been in my own boyfriends arms. Selfish bitch, I hopes she chokes on the phone cord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's all the venting I needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-3128411094223986675?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/3128411094223986675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=3128411094223986675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3128411094223986675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/3128411094223986675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-1.html' title='Update #1.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SS5LngLLZoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/drte92HvibY/s72-c/Photo+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7009958666532638060</id><published>2008-11-24T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:56:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name Two things that absolutely terrify you, that you don't openly admit to people, due to the growing sense of embarrassment about the situation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see how far this gets, so do the same on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little social experiment of mine =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aliens! I am absolutely petrified of the idea of aliens. I can recall a few situations where at night, I would lie so still and barley breath due to the absolute fear of hearing noises out side, thinking they have come, and my house was one of the first hit by them. Even at sleep overs I would freak out (turnes out that they had a serious rat problem). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When a family member is late home, or when Ryan drives home late at night from my house, I feel sick with fear about what might have happened to them. If they don't call or reply to a message, that makes me feel even more fearful, almost to the point of panicing, I get myself ready for the call to tell me of their death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. Now you think I'm an absolute nut case, it's your turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;  .e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-7009958666532638060?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7009958666532638060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7009958666532638060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7009958666532638060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7009958666532638060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/name-two-things-thatabsolutelyterrify.html' title=''/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5990515724458786583</id><published>2008-11-24T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:34:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choco churro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SSqBILlTarI/AAAAAAAAADI/3hF-RlM9cQw/s1600-h/Photo+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SSqBILlTarI/AAAAAAAAADI/3hF-RlM9cQw/s200/Photo+121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272168291338775218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SSqBHxlecXI/AAAAAAAAADA/p3fQiShy77I/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SSqBHxlecXI/AAAAAAAAADA/p3fQiShy77I/s200/Photo+120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272168284360175986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the Silversun Pickups. They always make me happy, same with The Grates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tonight these artists just don't seem to be making much of a difference. I wont even go near Vampire Weekend, they're too poppy for me at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got chocolate in my ear at work today, it was really weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friends boy friend hase gone back to his home state, so we just hung out at work, throwing Mcdonalds chips at each other. (Does anyone else like the squishy chips, or is it just me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade has a tendency to cry frequently, so now it is a little like playing wolf, I just don't react to it so sympathetically anymore. She's been like that since year 7, interesting character none-the-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want a yellow tooth brush now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm home again, but I'm not motivated to do anything. My fingers even feel a little weak from typing. Wow, if I put my mind to it, I can really complain a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got new underwear today... they are so cute, red and while stripes with lace and red ribbon around the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why on earth I told you that, but I guess I'm just overly open. Plus there had to be one good thing that happened to me today. I didn't see Tom, I'm not at Ryans House. So this will have to be the next best thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss not being at Sam's, but I cannot disrespect my mother by self adopting another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate a cheese burger today. I guess I'm no longer a vegetarian  now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will still never eat lamb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/2644031321544740443-5990515724458786583?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5990515724458786583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5990515724458786583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5990515724458786583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5990515724458786583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-silversun-pickups.html' title='choco churro'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SSqBILlTarI/AAAAAAAAADI/3hF-RlM9cQw/s72-c/Photo+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5947916755323639860</id><published>2008-11-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:31:13.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>IT'S OVER! &lt;div&gt;IT'S OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT''S OVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M FREEEEEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, one and all, I have been released from the evil clutches of my schooling institution! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was so tempted to do the dropping of the pen 'Looking for Alabrandie' style (it's one of Australia's better movies, if you have never heard of it before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also burnt my finger whilst making 2 minutes noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, not I'm going to get wasted tonight, and be a normal 18 year old for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What colour is your tooth brush, and why did you get one that colour?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May peace be with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-5947916755323639860?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5947916755323639860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5947916755323639860' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5947916755323639860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5947916755323639860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8742590381905093715</id><published>2008-11-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:30:45.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elyse's friend Sam is pretty much drunk and is posting for elyse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ey everyone who blogs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Names Sam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wahts up been drinking for a while and i think htis is how you blog by telling everyone exactaly hwat i thik fo this idea fo blogin. its sily, like yuo are standing in the midle of a shoping centre and yelling all yuor thougths out to everynoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elyse: Thank you same for your input. You stupid twat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go and drink some more and get off my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry everyone who had to try and understand what the drunk is going on about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-8742590381905093715?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8742590381905093715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8742590381905093715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8742590381905093715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8742590381905093715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/elyses-friend-sam-is-pretty-much-drunk.html' title='elyse&apos;s friend Sam is pretty much drunk and is posting for elyse'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7160308262704768102</id><published>2008-11-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:31:01.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the beauty of summer  =]</title><content type='html'>I had all these interesting thoughts that I wanted to jot down on my blog. I was thinking about it when I woke up, then having a shower, then eating breakfast. &lt;div&gt;All these interesting, yet not really fantastical thoughts, and ideas to keep you entertained with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I had a brilliant day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I studied... very little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to lunch with a guy, social purposes only, nothing romantic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a mohawk, has a labret, crazy beard. Funny, quirky, nice, encouraging, and has similar tastes to me. Like ART! HE LOVES ART... He's doing fine arts at university &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had a good day because, we had coffee and lunch, then we ambled around the shopping centre, talked over lunch for a few hours. Kept asking for bottles of chilled water (30 something degree celsius day) whilst we sat in the blistering heat, under a large umbrella. Poor Tom was wearing black, even thought that's what he usually wears, its just too hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after walking around for a few hours, talking about nothing, and watching him draw amazing cartoons, we ended up going to have a drink at the pub (I'm a hopelessly pathetic light weight drinker... after just one pot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to catch up again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Ryan can meet him, he might get along with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, tom can be my new random T-shirt boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because thats how I met him. I walked into his store whilst waiting to be picked up after work, asked him a few questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had more questions a few weeks later, and then he decided that I was interesting, and that I should come back again after work just to chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided that we would get coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nice social break from pretending to study all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-7160308262704768102?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7160308262704768102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7160308262704768102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7160308262704768102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7160308262704768102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-beauty-of-summer.html' title='Ah, the beauty of summer  =]'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6241510993083003516</id><published>2008-11-10T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:55:13.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six quirks + You've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://sparklegreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;div&gt; Having no idea what to do, I asked Jenny, she helped me out, so this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do (rules): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Link the blogger who tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- In your blog, write up rules and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Place 6 quirky facts about yourself that no one knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tag six other bloggers and link them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Visit each persons and leave them a comment informing them that they have been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six things about myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have over 30 pets at my little suburban dwelling, two of them are snakes (baggers and skittles).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have painted with my tongue. But then I felt really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I wash dishes or anything that involves working with water, I do this weird rubbing thing with my tongue on the roof of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I check my blog.. a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love it when Ryan surprises me, and becomes all romantic =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I want to do a course in piercing and maybe even become a tattoo artist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tagged the following bloggers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ikklejenny8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tealovesyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://colinmac018.blogspot.com/"&gt;Collin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://evanfm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Evan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sparklegreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; the person who I found blogger through... &lt;a href="http://www.mattg124.com/"&gt;Mattg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-6241510993083003516?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6241510993083003516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6241510993083003516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6241510993083003516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6241510993083003516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-quirks-youve-been-tagged.html' title='Six quirks + You&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-467300114980186748</id><published>2008-11-10T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:45:56.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just discovered what a link was! Hurrah! Thank you &lt;a href="http://ikklejenny8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are officially my first link ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-467300114980186748?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/467300114980186748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=467300114980186748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/467300114980186748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/467300114980186748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-discovered-what-link-was-hurrah.html' title=''/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-843650964028791433</id><published>2008-11-09T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:13:53.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love:</title><content type='html'>I love the Shins.&lt;br /&gt;Tea, in response to your blog...&lt;div&gt;the song/s that make me happy always come from the same artists;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The Shins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The (old) Kings of Leon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vampire Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Watching Scrubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-843650964028791433?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/843650964028791433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=843650964028791433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/843650964028791433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/843650964028791433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love.html' title='My love:'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-864098002287903806</id><published>2008-11-09T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:47:20.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to get 3 things done before I'm 20.</title><content type='html'>I want to get the following done, before I turn the ripe old age of 20...&lt;div&gt;But before you read, these items on the list are my personal choice. I just wanted to share with you, a list of my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tattoo, of a little camel on my big toe, or a tooth from the inspiration of the artist Beci Orpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A scarification on my leg. (Optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A piercing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://www.wiki.bmezine.com/index.php/Horizontal_Hood_Piercing"&gt;horizontal Hood Piercing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://www.wiki.bmezine.com/index.php/Christina_Piercing"&gt;Christina Piercing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-864098002287903806?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/864098002287903806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=864098002287903806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/864098002287903806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/864098002287903806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-get-3-things-done-before-im.html' title='I want to get 3 things done before I&apos;m 20.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7033689832258522890</id><published>2008-11-09T13:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:53:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for Tea.</title><content type='html'>I love Tea, &lt;div&gt;And Tea loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the way it ought to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I'll go and climb a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll sit with my aunty whose name is Flee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll have to drink you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm sorry Tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the way life goes, you will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in your honour I'll drink you on bended knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so will Flee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we both love you TEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-7033689832258522890?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7033689832258522890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7033689832258522890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7033689832258522890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7033689832258522890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/song-for-tea_09.html' title='A song for Tea.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1282816252069505420</id><published>2008-11-05T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:19:08.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new house:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SRJ-EiAcx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/ivqe1kaZ_Ug/s1600-h/Photo+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SRJ-EiAcx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/ivqe1kaZ_Ug/s200/Photo+111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265409530662799234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love where I'm currently situated. When I went through my major hippy phase I practically lived here.&lt;div&gt;So, now I'm home again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that is all settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw my little sister today and nearly cried. I miss my family so much, I hate fighting with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking a little, and talking to my friend Kelly, we both agree that my mother is completely stressed. Not just over me and my finishing up of 13 years of schooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of all the up and down fighting with dad. She has booked a holiday to Paris next year for a surprise 50th birthday present, but she's trying to hide it from him and it isn't helping... financially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all for this afternoon my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Psychology exam went well today =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SRJ7bUtZIfI/AAAAAAAAACA/DQf1mn5H0t0/s200/Photo+108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265406623695315442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting in the sun in the sun room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SRJ7bxayTyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Il5VoHNcumo/s200/IMG_5618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265406631401901858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charles(left) and Sam (right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sammy is the guy I'm chilling with for a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-1282816252069505420?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1282816252069505420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1282816252069505420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1282816252069505420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1282816252069505420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-house.html' title='My new house:'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SRJ-EiAcx4I/AAAAAAAAACY/ivqe1kaZ_Ug/s72-c/Photo+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-9027577901873591300</id><published>2008-11-05T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:17:32.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is always greener, you just need to know where to find it.</title><content type='html'>So, it's my first night away from the folks. &lt;div&gt;And I was just sitting my the fire, listening to Angus and Julia Stone, Kimya Dawson and Band of Horses. Smoking strawberry flavoured tobacco with my new hooker pipe I received for my 18th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I couldn't ask for a better night with my two best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I'm so happily content at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't ask for a better evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-9027577901873591300?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/9027577901873591300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=9027577901873591300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/9027577901873591300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/9027577901873591300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/grass-is-always-greener-you-just-need.html' title='The grass is always greener, you just need to know where to find it.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1598008735613402018</id><published>2008-11-04T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:59:08.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of scenery:</title><content type='html'>The past two days have been an emotional blur for me.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I started crying for no reason again. I think this might be due to the stress of exams. But it occurs all the time, so now I'm starting to think otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I started crying again whilst I was studying, and mum saw me. I thought, "Oh crap! She's seen me crying!  I'll just say I needed a break, and it's starting to get to me again..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she went off at me, started yelling, telling me 'others are a lot worse off, I shouldn't have any excuses to cry for no reason'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mum and Dad just really got on my case. I needed to get out. So I went for a walk, but I couldn't stop crying (I know I really sound pathetic at this point, but I'm just informing you of why I'm no longer at home), so I just sat outside till they left the house. Then I went to Ryans, and I was going to stay there the night. But as I was sleeping they called Ryans house, threatening to 'ground me until christmas', meaning they won't converse with me until then, and I'm not allowed to see my family in Sydney for Christmas (honestly, I thought they would come up with a better threat because I'm 18, but I guess it's the best they've got), this would happen if I didn't get home by 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went home, they didn't talk to me at all that night, then they tried to bully me into going to school again to study, but I told them I had other plans... public library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But according to parentals, I was unter their thumb till the end of exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I packed up my things and said good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm living at my best friend Sam's house. His mum and I get along really well, she's always been my adopted mother (metaphorically speaking), and his place is my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's where I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm not all with it still, but I'm much happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening to my whinging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-1598008735613402018?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1598008735613402018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1598008735613402018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1598008735613402018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1598008735613402018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-of-scenery.html' title='A change of scenery:'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8855883953557489179</id><published>2008-11-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:36:42.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa has given me a budget to work with this Christmas.</title><content type='html'> Yes, less than two months till the spoilt little children in my household get their undeserving gifts from a man, who wears an unfavourable costume and is contributing to the worlds obesity crisis. &lt;div&gt; My father, trying to dress as Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this year, the four of us (I am one of six in my family), have been given an expense limit. And I think it is more than reasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem I am having now is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some ideas; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A cheap, play around acoustic guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New bedding (I like the sound of this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New mobile phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gift voucher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ebay expenditure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 6 month supply of the best noodles in the world! Mi goreng, I don't actually know what is in them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Put it towards a car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the options are endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-8855883953557489179?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8855883953557489179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8855883953557489179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8855883953557489179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8855883953557489179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-has-given-me-budget-to-work-with.html' title='Santa has given me a budget to work with this Christmas.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-6721801026307352128</id><published>2008-11-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:08:46.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha, I amuse myself so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ6GhfnKlaI/AAAAAAAAABY/f82L4NTiAdY/s1600-h/Photo+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ6GhfnKlaI/AAAAAAAAABY/f82L4NTiAdY/s320/Photo+107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264292924422264226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as I was typing my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new follower&lt;/span&gt; a message (he likes poetry XD), I was sitting behind my little sisters acoustic guitar (I'm sadly attempting to teach myself how to play it, and I decided to learn 'Father and Son' by Cat Stevens).&lt;div&gt;But, as I was sitting behind it, I could see the reflection of me typing in it. So basically, it made me giggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeah, thats all I've really got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah, I took a picture of it, just because I'm so amazing, and I can do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ6GhPRlXNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hlvpcHmhZ3Q/s320/Photo+106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264292920036777170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-6721801026307352128?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/6721801026307352128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=6721801026307352128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6721801026307352128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/6721801026307352128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahaha-i-amuse-myself-so.html' title='Hahaha, I amuse myself so...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ6GhfnKlaI/AAAAAAAAABY/f82L4NTiAdY/s72-c/Photo+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-339837317726359787</id><published>2008-11-02T03:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:35:57.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekindled heart;</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I have been together for nearly eight wonderful months. &lt;div&gt;I love Ryan, I really do. We love the same music, we share the same thoughts, and no one I know (except for maybe my best friends Jade and Kelly) can predict what I'm about to do or say next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We connect and love each other for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But over the past few months, I have lost the 'lust' is our love a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan just became plain Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say for instance looking at your Mum, and just seeing the same woman you have seen all your life. Yet when someone else looks at her, they see a beautifully matured woman that shares your characteristics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's a little like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I came close to cheating on Ryan a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In clubs, or parties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably not the nicest places to meet people. Usually shallow gatherings, where all you can really say to the other person is your name and age, and if your lucky, maybe a conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell Ryan everything. He knows about all this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tonight, I could see him in every angle I used to see him in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized why I fell in love with him in the first place. So basically, I fell right back in love with again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I would get that off my chest before falling asleep next to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening to what is on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ2SAeIaunI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lkuww_DuXiU/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264024076252002930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-339837317726359787?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/339837317726359787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=339837317726359787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/339837317726359787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/339837317726359787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/rekindled-heart_5909.html' title='Rekindled heart;'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ2SAeIaunI/AAAAAAAAABA/Lkuww_DuXiU/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-7783750166034183924</id><published>2008-11-01T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:26:42.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause for celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Elyse has a follower! Elyse has a follower! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thank you Sparklegreen =]  =]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In light of this celebration I took some photos of my hands talking to one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ95dG5qhqI/AAAAAAAAABg/_9H3MoHvtlY/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560030395041442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lia: "Hello. Why are you laughing at me? Since when was primary school a laughing matter?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ95ddgW0NI/AAAAAAAAABo/bwrUo4AopkI/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560036462907602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;John: "Because you always wore your shoes on the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; feet. And look! You still do it to this day, you're such a goober Lia."&lt;/span&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/2644031321544740443-7783750166034183924?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/7783750166034183924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=7783750166034183924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7783750166034183924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/7783750166034183924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/11/cause-for-celebration.html' title='Cause for celebration!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ95dG5qhqI/AAAAAAAAABg/_9H3MoHvtlY/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-1555932117446074380</id><published>2008-10-31T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:18:56.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing.</title><content type='html'>I have eaten way too much chocolate. &lt;div&gt;Now I feel sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was only half a block :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I had bacon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slowing becoming 'un' vegetarian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2644031321544740443-1555932117446074380?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/1555932117446074380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=1555932117446074380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1555932117446074380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/1555932117446074380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing.'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-2391924814154387953</id><published>2008-10-31T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:30:47.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic dilema</title><content type='html'>I have painted this tree, and the key attacked was meant to be smaller than what it is (well, the end of it at least).&lt;div&gt; So I give to you a challenge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you help me come up with ways to make it nice again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to make it look artistically acceptable as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, oh, and happy halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo91-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/Photo91-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-2391924814154387953?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/2391924814154387953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=2391924814154387953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2391924814154387953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/2391924814154387953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/artistic-dilema.html' title='Artistic dilema'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5404166594576974257</id><published>2008-10-30T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:35:09.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to put a picture of my Valedictory Dinner night up. This is Ryan and myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ98OQwBzsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N1cVRJK1ncY/s320/ryan+and+el.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264563073875824322" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-5404166594576974257?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5404166594576974257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5404166594576974257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5404166594576974257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5404166594576974257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-wanted-to-put-picture-of-my.html' title='hi'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/SQ98OQwBzsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N1cVRJK1ncY/s72-c/ryan+and+el.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-8841056746542290472</id><published>2008-10-30T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:15:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyse's Study guide &amp; her day in general...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hello all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I don't know about you, but I can be pretty cautious about what I consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Well most of the time... ok somethings when I'm consciously thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So basically, if I keeps feasting whilst studying I shall become a fat porn star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This turn about has occurred due to my complete craving for chocolate, or just junk food in general (mmmm could really go for a bucket of KFC right now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Today I bought 4 chocolate blocks, and doughnuts from where I work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So this should last me for the next few days. This is what helps me study! As well as music and talking on the phone... you know, the usual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It was my birthday a month or so ago, finally turned 18! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So my Aunty thought she would send me a photo of me when I was two or three and she was in her late teens... She sent it today, as well as a 'happy birthday' message. But this random act of just thinking to send it to me really made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture8.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/Picture8.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I found this really cool little fact book, and it has amused me for hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So I think I'll put in a fact every now and then just to keep things interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"In Iraq you can eat snakes any day of the week except Sunday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;There you go, my first fact for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ok, my pool is 30 degrees celsius, I don't know what that is in fahrenheit... like plus 35 or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But this is my end credit, saying... Hahahaha, it's going into Summer here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Peace x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2644031321544740443-8841056746542290472?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/8841056746542290472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=8841056746542290472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8841056746542290472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/8841056746542290472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/elyses-study-guide-her-day-in-general.html' title='Elyse&apos;s Study guide &amp; her day in general...'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-5593862398065333800</id><published>2008-10-26T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:38:48.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?! EXAM TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi! &lt;/div&gt;If only you could see me at this current moment. its 5:10 pm, and I'm still in my pajamas. &lt;div&gt; Well, realistically it's just my Modest Mouse Top, but it's oversized so i wear it to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo85.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i326.photobucket.com/albums/k407/Elyse_White/Photo85.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But! The point is... I'm so bloody lazy. I have my first year 12 exam on Friday. So thats 3 days away! But the thing is. I just don't care anymore. In fact, I have been filling up my days off with stencils and spray paint, as well as talking to Ryan, and watching Wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm truly not as pathetic as I'm making out to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm lacking motivation. Even though I need the study scores to get into a University so I can do my nursing and midwifery courses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days have been a blur. And I have been more drunk now than I have been all year. Sadly that doesn't take much for me. Just one pint really. Then I got dressed up as 'miss massage' so they wouldn't kick me out for being in my school uniform. I was going to wear that costume for my final day at school, but decided I'll leave it for Ryan in the bedroom.. I got dressed up as a leprechaun instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been average, I only get $10 an hour, I'm thinking of quitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also working illegally, so cash only, and I burn myself all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I really do need to get some pictures up, you would be able to understand me more visually that way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-5593862398065333800?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/5593862398065333800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=5593862398065333800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5593862398065333800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/5593862398065333800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what-exam-time.html' title='Guess what?! EXAM TIME!'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2644031321544740443.post-4669149779141970671</id><published>2008-10-14T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:39:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear</title><content type='html'>Righty-o then , I guess I better get started. &lt;div&gt; I was playing with the idea of actually doing this for a few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I start, I guess with the ramblings of my simple 18 year old self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! Anyway. I'm new to this, so bare with me here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ok, I'll explain a little bit about me. As you can see in my 'about me' section, I am young and potentially fruitful, not that you really need to know that, I just thought it sounded good. Such a biblical term, like 'with child' etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in Australia, I have nearly completed my 13 years of education, I'm not looking forward to the pressure and my boyfriend is treating me like my parents, giving me time limits on the phone so I can go study and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll do a couple of blogs a week if I have time. This really is for me to vent, but if you happen to stumble over my complaints and excited outbursts feel free to comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The count down is 5 days of school left. And I cannot be bothered staying at school for the recommended hours, luckily people in my year level can now drive (I'm pathetic, I'm scared of driving for some reason, Ryan has to force me to drive his car), so I managed to get a lift home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the day is not through, so I might still have more to add later (if I can do that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if anyone happens to read this, I would greatly appreciate some help with putting photos and videos up. I'm a ladite, so this is a great feat for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll go on tomorrow, just to distract me from actually studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2644031321544740443-4669149779141970671?l=ambiguouslover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/feeds/4669149779141970671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2644031321544740443&amp;postID=4669149779141970671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4669149779141970671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2644031321544740443/posts/default/4669149779141970671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslover.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-dear_14.html' title='Oh Dear'/><author><name>.e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02520142506222694397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gvMjY9B4KNo/TBDTME_RMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xq32tOfYQtM/S220/Photo+163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
