<?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-16313108</id><updated>2012-01-23T23:56:37.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suga</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-7388434643032619287</id><published>2008-03-09T15:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:22:01.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R9Q4ERpxplI/AAAAAAAAADs/gbmFSr6C3u8/s1600-h/all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175823517864797778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R9Q4ERpxplI/AAAAAAAAADs/gbmFSr6C3u8/s400/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-7388434643032619287?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/7388434643032619287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=7388434643032619287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/7388434643032619287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/7388434643032619287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R9Q4ERpxplI/AAAAAAAAADs/gbmFSr6C3u8/s72-c/all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-3088842932770586509</id><published>2008-02-24T23:39:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:52:38.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>OK so these ads have been all around Toronto, with no explaination... as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look... interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIRQWUgVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EdPs2sBroh8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170774783458312530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIRQWUgVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EdPs2sBroh8/s320/1.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIsAWUgXI/AAAAAAAAADM/IAU7HkRmdrw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170775243019813234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIsAWUgXI/AAAAAAAAADM/IAU7HkRmdrw/s320/3.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170775062631186786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIhgWUgWI/AAAAAAAAADE/_RJNfTyvZtI/s320/2.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt; "My son had ideas of his own. Obay put a stop to that"&lt;br /&gt;"My son used to have his own hopes and aspirations. Now he has mine. Thanks, obay!"&lt;br /&gt;"When Amy started thinking for herself, we had to nip it in the bud with Obay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JGkwWUgQI/AAAAAAAAACU/asFjkZTPkSU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-3088842932770586509?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/3088842932770586509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=3088842932770586509&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/3088842932770586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/3088842932770586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/R8JIRQWUgVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EdPs2sBroh8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-4734204966347648050</id><published>2007-08-12T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:19:53.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/Rr6KG70PVxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yo0O5VaRSQA/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097663679970629394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/Rr6KG70PVxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yo0O5VaRSQA/s320/life.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/Rr6JO70PVvI/AAAAAAAAABE/eQC_HfOkK9w/s1600-h/Life_is_gone_by_ssilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is simply a call for opinions and theories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is LIFE to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point of it all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/Rr6I0L0PVtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PtjaO42pxck/s1600-h/Life_is_gone_by_ssilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemme know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-4734204966347648050?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4734204966347648050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=4734204966347648050&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/4734204966347648050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/4734204966347648050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/Rr6KG70PVxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yo0O5VaRSQA/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-2868733400338850920</id><published>2007-04-27T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:52:09.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Hills We Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/RjJiRWUMscI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BJmFNqZJxC8/s1600-h/the_hills_2_with_logo_281x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058213381678084546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/RjJiRWUMscI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BJmFNqZJxC8/s200/the_hills_2_with_logo_281x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the heart of exam time, I decided to take a break… yes I welcome any and all distractions. However; this one was of a different kind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this reality show called, “The Hills” on MTV about a girl into the fashion industry and about the people around her, also one which I told myself I would never get into. Clearly I lied to myself. I am hooked!&lt;br /&gt;One day while in class I got a call from my friend saying she got tickets to the after-show… man I was stoked… a few of the stars were going be there too… I mean it can get better than that.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/RjJiEGUMsbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mHpynSKsdB4/s1600-h/fans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058213154044817842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/RjJiEGUMsbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mHpynSKsdB4/s200/fans.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ventured back home to Toronto for a few days to indulge in the teenage crazy girl scene of attending the after-show of “The Hills”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I was a kid... with all the crazy fans screaming and what, never thought I would be one of those lol but god knows what got into me... All in all a blast to say the least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment1.sympatico.msn.ca/TV_Guide/Watercooler/WaterCooler/Articles/070424_thehillsaftershow_SG"&gt;http://entertainment1.sympatico.msn.ca/TV_Guide/Watercooler/WaterCooler/Articles/070424_thehillsaftershow_SG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16313108-2868733400338850920?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/2868733400338850920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=2868733400338850920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/2868733400338850920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/2868733400338850920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-hills-we-go.html' title='To The Hills We Go...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e0u-tujJQbA/RjJiRWUMscI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BJmFNqZJxC8/s72-c/the_hills_2_with_logo_281x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114101060539022605</id><published>2007-03-29T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:32:17.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in India...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/image001.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fav ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114101060539022605?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114101060539022605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114101060539022605&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114101060539022605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114101060539022605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-in-india.html' title='Only in India...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-2796269802948978696</id><published>2007-03-23T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:04:01.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri Yaad</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... my mate Nitin has been composing a song for a while now and it's finally done!!&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gaa5kPTwB9s"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gaa5kPTwB9s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-2796269802948978696?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/2796269802948978696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=2796269802948978696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/2796269802948978696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/2796269802948978696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2007/03/teri-yaad_23.html' title='Teri Yaad'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-116709420194638460</id><published>2006-12-25T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:24:23.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm loving you.&lt;br /&gt;While mad and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Scared and hoping,that I can break through.&lt;br /&gt;Break through to my life,&lt;br /&gt;so strange as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around and wanting to scream.&lt;br /&gt;Tears start to fall,as I start to break down.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of life,and how it let me down. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/660/1391/1600/914083/14615055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I turn around,and start to run.&lt;br /&gt;Run far away,&lt;br /&gt;down deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I start to ache,&lt;br /&gt;and my throat just won't clear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such pain,&lt;br /&gt;but still it's clear.&lt;br /&gt;While looking in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I find some hope.&lt;br /&gt;But I always choke.&lt;br /&gt;And fall again.&lt;br /&gt;Will this pain ever end?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;but hope to find out.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is my time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-116709420194638460?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/116709420194638460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=116709420194638460&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/116709420194638460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/116709420194638460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-loving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-116664039934143893</id><published>2006-12-20T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:24:56.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Global warming is an issue that the entire world will feel the repercussions of if we don’t act now. Our world is soon to be gone and only we can stop it. I got a chance to watch AN INCONVENEIENT TRUTH last night and I think that everyone should definitely take it upon themselves and make themselves as well as the people around them aware of this pivotal issue that we face. In our lifetime, we have the opportunity to save our world and leave behind a place for our children to flourish in or we can go on about our daily lives and think of all this as an inconvenient truth only to drown our Earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick up the movie &lt;em&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/em&gt; or visit the site &lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net"&gt;http://www.climatecrisis.net&lt;/a&gt; . Don’t be ignorant to the one thing that is diminishing our world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/VHc9PawwoNk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/VHc9PawwoNk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-116664039934143893?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/116664039934143893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=116664039934143893&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/116664039934143893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/116664039934143893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/12/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-115302041773661567</id><published>2006-07-15T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:25:56.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pinkkyyy!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-115302041773661567?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/115302041773661567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=115302041773661567&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/115302041773661567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/115302041773661567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-pinkkyyy.html' title='Oh Pinkkyyy!!??'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-115129118524933474</id><published>2006-06-25T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:03.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrraaaazzzill!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/2029722816.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/brazil_by_zenhe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/400/brazil_by_zenhe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoooo Braziilll!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(along with the socceroos n Beckham and company :D ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/aus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/aus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/2029722816.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/2029722816.2.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/beckham_by_lmtdsoccer14chik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/beckham_by_lmtdsoccer14chik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(this pic is for Fobster ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-115129118524933474?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/115129118524933474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=115129118524933474&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/115129118524933474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/115129118524933474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/06/brrrrraaaazzzill.html' title='Brrrrraaaazzzill!!!!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114901347506429378</id><published>2006-05-30T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:12.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaye Haayeeee</title><content type='html'>Ok.. My lil Mischuuu wrote this for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the smile that can win a million hearts&lt;br /&gt;A soul that has left many in awe&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is purer than the purest of gold&lt;br /&gt;Her mind like the calm summer breeze that blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves chicken biryani &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai woh badi sayani (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Although she shudn hate kd mac n cheese&lt;br /&gt;Telling her she loves kd is such a tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 'hai hai' are so damn funny&lt;br /&gt;Such few days have past but we're still chummy&lt;br /&gt;why she loves 'babu ji' is still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;but all she'll say is 'yuhi' expectin it to b history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realise this is soundin pretty lame&lt;br /&gt;the art of poetry im now tryin to maim&lt;br /&gt;im sorry krt ill write u another one&lt;br /&gt;one tht makes more sense cuz this one sounds so dumb &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/browngold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/browngold.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114901347506429378?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114901347506429378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114901347506429378&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114901347506429378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114901347506429378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/05/aaye-haayeeee.html' title='Aaye Haayeeee'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114702788076937331</id><published>2006-05-07T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:19.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temme.. temme!</title><content type='html'>A friend passed this onto me and I thought it would be neat to share it and to also get to know you all a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste the all the answers, then go back and place an X by all the things you've done, or remove the X from the things you've not done. And BE HONEST! (This is for you're entire life.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm including my HONEST answers.&lt;br /&gt;This is just for a bit of fun! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/LS020106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/LS020106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/LS020106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(X) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on one of your Internet friends&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;(X) been skiing-snow or water&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone from the Internet&lt;br /&gt;(X) been at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(X) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(X) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(X) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(X) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(X) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(X) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(X) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(X) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(X) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(X) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) pet a reindeer/goat/kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;(X) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light/stop sign&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt like an outcast/third person&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(X) had dÃ©jÃ vu&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(X) liked the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;(X) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(X) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(X) squished mud through your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(X) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(X) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(X) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) paid for a meal with only coins ...come on...college!&lt;br /&gt;(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;( ) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(X) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(X) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(X) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(X) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) climbed a water tower&lt;br /&gt;(X) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(X) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;(X) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;(X) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(X) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(X) been too scared to watch a scary movie alone&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone doorbell ditching&lt;br /&gt;(X) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(X) told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(X) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(X) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(X) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(X) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub/river&lt;br /&gt;(X) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;(X) loved someone so much you would gladly die for THEM&lt;br /&gt;( ) cheated on someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) talk to yourself when noones around&lt;br /&gt;(X) hate someone you once loved&lt;br /&gt;( ) love someone you once hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Honest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114702788076937331?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114702788076937331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114702788076937331&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114702788076937331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114702788076937331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/05/temme-temme.html' title='Temme.. temme!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114581728602942447</id><published>2006-04-23T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:25.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One... two... three... four! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/200326356-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/400/200326356-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my what amazing four! How sweet it is when time is spent as such that it goes by like a breaze of wind without any notice. Couldn't be more happier..&lt;br /&gt;This is for..well we all know who :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114581728602942447?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114581728602942447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114581728602942447&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114581728602942447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114581728602942447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/04/happiee.html' title='Happiee!!!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114513620078642237</id><published>2006-04-15T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:26:31.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteroo</title><content type='html'>The other day my housemate and I were just talking about people and how we react to one another. More about how we, as humans, are to an extent selfish, jealous, unkind etc etc... As we all inhibit these traits be it to an extreme degree or not. Now he was telling me about this quote that he had come across by Mother Teresa and it goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people may accuse you of selfish motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you may win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People who really want help may attack you if you help them. Help them anyway. Give the world the best you have and you may get hurt. Give the world your best anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Teresa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/Teresa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading this I thought it was absolutely amazing. Not just due to the nature of this quote but that there in fact is an individual amongst us who lives in such a fashion. I mean it seems almost inhuman, as much as we hate to admit, to lead a life as such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho., just wanted to share this great quote with you and get your thoughts on it. Is it actually something that is extremely unattainable in life or is it just thought to be so because we have lived under such a standard for such a long time? Is this much purity within an individual, with the exception of Mother Teresa, even attainable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114513620078642237?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114513620078642237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114513620078642237&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114513620078642237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114513620078642237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/04/quoteroo.html' title='Quoteroo'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114427774466175712</id><published>2006-04-05T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:27:20.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag - o - rama!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...whether AIDS will explode in Asia as it had particularly in southern Africa, the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Comparitive Politics of the Third World - My yummeh poli sci text...ugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ooo man... did i ever need that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6:32pm ... not bad eh...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The boys downstairs yelling like children whilst playing video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night... went to class... it was so damn cold and snowing too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My political science paper outline...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dark jeans and a black top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nope... i rarely ever dream :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Umm just the other day at my freinds place... i mean tear jerking laugh... it was good:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have a bunch of black and white pictures making up an entire wall, whiteout calender, a flag (dont ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yuppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uhh... havent really taken time out to form an opinion on it as of yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blade II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Against my will... it wasn't as bad as I anticipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Audi TT, and a bunch of tickets to around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are u serious???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once again... are u serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uh huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok i think i got an answer for #14 now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sejal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine yout first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Noah... lol.. nono.. uhh Kalvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;uhh.. absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We can start off with an explaination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Takers?? Anyone?? GO for it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114427774466175712?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114427774466175712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114427774466175712&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114427774466175712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114427774466175712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/04/tag-o-rama.html' title='Tag - o - rama!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114387441569095253</id><published>2006-04-01T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:28:42.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/jack-johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/jack-johnson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One summer's day jus before winter hit, my housemates and I had a massive party and naturally there after had to have a massive clean-up-day the following day. Cleaning was never this fun. My roommate put in "In Between Dreams" and it was the most relaxing music for a loungey summer’s day. It was reminiscent of Ben Harper and was absolutely wonderful, and I had no clue who it was. Nonetheless; we pumped up the volume, opened all our doors and windows to share what Jack had to offer. His lazy guitar rhythms and creamy vocals set the mood and it was honestly just an all around enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I came upon... the oOo so yummeh Jack Johnson. I fell in love with his music and was hooked. Not to mention, he's also good eye-candy ;). My &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/radar-jackjohnson.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/radar-jackjohnson.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roommate bought me the CD for Christmas and I've been playing it non-stop and has become the official house cleaning music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/radar-jackjohnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson; a Hawaiian-born singer-songwriter, filmmaker and former pro-surfer, whose music is merely about lazing around and just taking life easy has a laid-back approach which is anything but gripping, but his sound is still very warm and appealing, like a coffeehouse sing-along at a beach campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people have heard about Jack as his music is not necessarily main-stream however; is doing fairly well for what it is. So, I thought I’d just write a little about his music and show off this wonderful artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114387441569095253?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114387441569095253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114387441569095253&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114387441569095253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114387441569095253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/04/jack-johnson.html' title='Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114342574994792427</id><published>2006-03-26T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:28:53.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You...</title><content type='html'>For my best-friends mother...&lt;br /&gt;We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show&lt;br /&gt;I laced the track, you locked the flow&lt;br /&gt;So far from hangin' on the block for dough&lt;br /&gt;Notorious, they got to know that&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what it seem to be (uh-uh)&lt;br /&gt;Words can't express what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're gone, we still a team&lt;br /&gt;Through your family, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/HAN_040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fulfill your dream (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;In the future, can't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;If you open up the gates for me&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce some time,&lt;br /&gt;the night they took my friend (uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;Try to black it out, but it plays again&lt;br /&gt;When it's real, feelings hard to conceal&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine all the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;Give anything to hear half your breath &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/HAN_040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/HAN_040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Half your breath)&lt;br /&gt;I know you still living your life, after death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take, every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of the day, when you went away&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take, what a bond to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Big&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard with you not around (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Know you in heaven smilin' down (eheh)&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' us while we pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Every day we pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Till the day we meet again&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where I'll keep you friend&lt;br /&gt;Memories give me the strength I need&lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh) to proceed&lt;br /&gt;Strength I need to believe&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts Big I just can't define (can't define)&lt;br /&gt;Wish I coul turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks&lt;br /&gt;You and me taking flicks&lt;br /&gt;Makin' hits, stages they receive you on&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;(Can't believe you're gone)&lt;br /&gt;Give anything to hear half your breath&lt;br /&gt;(Half your breath)&lt;br /&gt;I know you still living you're life, after death &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/HAN_040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take, every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of the day, when you went away&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take, what a bond to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why&lt;br /&gt;On that morning&lt;br /&gt;When this life is over&lt;br /&gt;I knowI'll see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take&lt;br /&gt;(Every day that passes)&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day&lt;br /&gt;(Is a day that I get closer)&lt;br /&gt;(To seeing you again)&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take&lt;br /&gt;(We miss you Big... and we won't stop)&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day&lt;br /&gt;(Cause we can't stop... that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day&lt;br /&gt;(We miss you Big)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114342574994792427?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114342574994792427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114342574994792427&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114342574994792427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114342574994792427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-you.html' title='Miss You...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114309034697316093</id><published>2006-03-23T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/rbby_92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/rbby_92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114309034697316093?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114309034697316093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114309034697316093&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114309034697316093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114309034697316093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-wanna-cry.html' title='Just wanna cry...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114261787187381752</id><published>2006-03-17T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:10.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/BEA_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/BEA_019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/BEA_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Maybe I'm over reacting here but doesn't it seem like people are in it for themselves and nothing else. I mean, as much as people say oh I'd do anything for you or I'm here for you, naturally it seems as though there is always a personal agenda be it known or not. I was talking to one of my roommates the other day and he said the same thing. That you should look out for yourself and I was like umm that's just hardcore selfish. But funny thing, a series of events occured there after proving just that. People seeing things only from their point of view. Not once did they try to see it from another angel or the other party's point of view. It's a real shame. Even those who are close to you seem to have this going. Until now I always gave people the benefit of the doubt but now I feel as if I've just lost hope in people. And things dont seem to be getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? Am I over reacting? Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114261787187381752?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114261787187381752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114261787187381752&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114261787187381752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114261787187381752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-hope.html' title='Lost Hope...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-114126666409360581</id><published>2006-03-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:16.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your name...</title><content type='html'>Alright, I came upon this site... and thought it was rather intersting as it is probably the only site that harbours anything to do with my name. Nonetheless; it does an analysis of your name... heres mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As children these people are happy, energetic, playful and loving. They love to tease and have fun and never take life too seriously, and this character trait carries on throughout their lives. They have the gift of the gab, and at times they can get carried away with it. They are artistic and creative but quite scattered in their efforts, and seldom finish the things they start. They are warm, friendly, and outgoing to everyone, and are strongly drawn to the opposite sex. This is a soft, loving and impressionable quality that requires encouragement, support and a strong helping hand if they are to have any degree of success in their lives. Lacking in self-discipline they must be careful that they are not influenced and drawn into the association of those who would mislead them. When disciplined into such fields as dancing, music or public speaking they can excel. They make fine entertainers. If they find themselves doing mundane or routine types of work, they become restless, unhappy and unreliable workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quality that is not suited to heavy physical labour or to anything that requires hard work or a focus on detail. They have a sensitivity to the feelings of others, and work best in association with others, where they can help and interact on a fun and happy level. Being emotional types, they thrive on and are motivated through inspiration but, due to the lack of concentration and staying power, they most often fail to persevere in their endeavour. In their interaction with others, their accommodating natures allow them to flow into conversation with almost anyone. Their speech is so fluid that at times they can hardly stop it. Being social types they must be careful about their conversations regarding other people. This is not a deep or philosophical influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, they are susceptible to problems affecting them in the kidneys, liver or bloodstream. They must learn to stay away from too many sweet foods or they can be affected through diabetes and other blood diseases. They are also prone to poor circulation and swollen ankles later on in life. This is an affectionate, intuitive and 'feeling' quality that depends on and works well with others. Lacking independence and individuality, these people need the proper direction and guidance if they are to succeed in life. If they are not disciplined and directed into artistic fields, they can become indulgent in their physical appetites. Their creative potential knows no bounds, but if misdirected they can become lazy and influenced by life in the fast lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... the majority of it seems to be spot on. However; the kidney issue... ummm rather frieghtening if you ask me... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out yourself... and share the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.just-think-it.com/sbnname.htm"&gt;http://www.just-think-it.com/sbnname.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-114126666409360581?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/114126666409360581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=114126666409360581&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114126666409360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/114126666409360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-name.html' title='Your name...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-113713242654688972</id><published>2006-01-13T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:26.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Blog?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's no secret that this blog has indeed been dead for a long time now. Have been busy with a bunch of things and dealing with people coming in and outa my life. Also, nothing has popped at me enough to write a post on. To tell you the truth...there really is no rationale for it. I guess I'm not a born blogger. But here it is....it will remain lying; for one day, I may have a spurt of inspiration or I may just find my muse and start posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-113713242654688972?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/113713242654688972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=113713242654688972&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/113713242654688972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/113713242654688972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2006/01/dead-blog.html' title='Dead Blog?'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112888504259336655</id><published>2005-10-09T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:33.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must See!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/400/-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/zana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="79" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/zana1.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Zana Aunty," as the kids call her is a mere photographer from the States who went to India to take pictures of women working in the Red Light District. She did indeed do this for the beginning portion of her trip there however not for long; as she started to grow fond of the kids&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/shanti-kochi-flashcamera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Kids, who buzzed around the workplace, playing with one another and doing a variety of jobs for their mothers while the mothers were busy with their work. Forced into such an atmosphere these kids faced an undesirable future ahead as the girls were set to “join the line” and the boys…well there really wasn’t much for the boys to do considering their status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zana, building on her relationship with these kids, began a photography class in hopes that it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/shanti-kochi-flashcamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would aid them even slightly to learn a trade of sorts. She gave each of them a camera, taught them how to use it and sent them off to explore the world of photography. Along with their exploration and Zana’s ambition to help these kids, came the birth of the documentary, “Born into Brothels”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/tapasi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/tapasi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/suchitra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/suchitra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/shanti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/shanti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/puja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/puja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/manik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/manik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/kochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/kochi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/gour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/gour1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/avijit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/avijit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/gour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zana Briski helped these children, shown above-Tapasi, Suchitra, Shanti, Puja, Manik, Kochi, Gour, and Avijit-, in giving them an opportunity to explore something that they themselves would never have reach of. She stayed there for two years off-and-on trying her best to get these children somewhere. With the documentary…which received rave reviews and accolades of awards brought an awareness of these kids and the mere concept that one individual can indeed make a difference in the world. All that is needed is ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of “Born into Brothels,” a foundation was found called “Kids with Cameras” which attempts to reach out to these children and giving them opportunities that they &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/about_avijit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/about_avijit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;never fathomed. Photography workshops are set up in Calcutta, the origin of the foundation, as well as in Haiti, Jerusalem, and Cairo. Galleries and auctions are held selling the children’s pieces where all the proceeds go back into the foundation to help them further their reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gone into details of the movie as you should all definitely take some time out to watch it on your own. Surely, it will tug on your heart strings…and is absolutely an amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born into Brothels- a must see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112888504259336655?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112888504259336655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112888504259336655&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112888504259336655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112888504259336655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/10/must-see.html' title='Must See!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112874178186542824</id><published>2005-10-07T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:39.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!!!....N' out we go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Sundin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/400/Sundin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112874178186542824?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112874178186542824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112874178186542824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112874178186542824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112874178186542824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/10/were-backn-out-we-go-again.html' title='We&apos;re back!!!....N&apos; out we go again...'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112731976861669060</id><published>2005-09-21T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:29:45.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising or Fashion???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok...So Lance Armstrong comes up with this fantastic idea to raise money for cancer. Create wristbands worth a dollar each and people get a chance to contribute towards cancer research and at the same time show that they support it via these yellow wristbands. A fantastic idea indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, when people start copying a unique idea such as this, it wears it out and becomes almost...lame.&lt;br /&gt;I mean there is almost a wristband for everything now and they come in all different colours. Everyone wears them...which is great but why are people wearing these bands. I mean is it solely for fashion now that they are available in all different colours according to foundation or do these people genuinely want to contribute towards that particular fund?&lt;br /&gt;It's truly a shame when one comes up with a great idea that works immensely well and then everyone just has to go out and copy it. Also, it’s not just fundraising organizations that are doing this but rather corporations which are just using it as selling ploy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I hope people realise the origination of these bands and give due credit and also if purchasing one...not doing so due to the sole reason of fashion. I personally sport the white wrist band to end poverty from the LIVE 8 concert.&lt;br /&gt;So...if you’re thinking of getting these bands please be diligent in choosing and be conscious of what you’re purchasing the band for.&lt;br /&gt;In connection to this...here are a few organizations which I personally feel are worthy of attention and need to be recognized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Armstrong Foundation (Cancer) - &lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.org/"&gt;http://www.livestrong.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Darfur (The current crisis in Sudan) - &lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/"&gt;http://www.savedarfur.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Poverty History (The fight to end poverty) - &lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/"&gt;http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One (The fight to end poverty) – &lt;a href="http://www.sun.com/one/video-60-mov-hi.html"&gt;http://www.sun.com/one/video-60-mov-hi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are other organizations that you feel need to be noted please feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/bigband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/bigband.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/wristbands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/wristbands.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/livestrong.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/320/livestrong.gif" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112731976861669060?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112731976861669060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112731976861669060&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112731976861669060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112731976861669060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/09/fundraising-or-fashion.html' title='Fundraising or Fashion???'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112681149537196289</id><published>2005-09-15T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:30:05.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third post...INTRO!</title><content type='html'>OK So i guess I never really introduced my self properly to the blog world persay. Well to tell you the truth I wasnt even going to become a "blogger" but then when Zoollu started asking me questions about his...I tested on my nonexistant one...and now here we go...IVE GOT ONE..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well a bit bout me...not much realy...for those of you who are visiting this..probably alreaady know me &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/UWO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/200/UWO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so no biggie. Although, I am in University now..Back to UWO-check the pic (London, Ontario)...woot woot. I'm loving it here as one can imagine being a youngin and away from home...lol...I'm not really that imature..cut me a break why dont ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm bet yeah...it's great, got new house mates and they are extrememly chilled in the truest sense of the word..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...am missing home though a tiny bit...my family mostly...and TORONTO! :( and being without internet is not the funnest thing in the world..i MISS YOU ALL soo much...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I'm not too sure what else to write about myself..I'm not one to brag so...but if u feel u need to know more...please feel free to ask and I'll see if I can accomadate ur question ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully..now my blog is all ready and set to go...the bush was just a mere warm up...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112681149537196289?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112681149537196289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112681149537196289&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112681149537196289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112681149537196289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/09/third-postintro.html' title='Third post...INTRO!'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112588105846675018</id><published>2005-09-04T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:30:20.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm....Yea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Bush%20Finger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/400/Bush%20Finger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112588105846675018?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112588105846675018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112588105846675018&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112588105846675018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112588105846675018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/09/ummmmyea.html' title='Ummmm....Yea.'/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16313108.post-112586679784376081</id><published>2005-09-04T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:30:28.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comments? 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Concerns?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16313108-112586679784376081?l=sugababee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/feeds/112586679784376081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16313108&amp;postID=112586679784376081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112586679784376081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16313108/posts/default/112586679784376081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugababee1.blogspot.com/2005/09/comments-questions-concerns.html' title=''/><author><name>Sugababee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01227753114327014037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/660/1391/1600/Aller%20Pleure.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
