tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26659188008140187772024-02-18T22:49:27.055-05:00#donotlosetolifekay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.comBlogger749125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-39076951428645585522012-01-10T01:11:00.000-05:002012-01-10T01:15:43.858-05:00FarewellI think this is it. <br />
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The end of yescinderella at blogspot. <br />
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I've decided to do a migrate over to somewhere else (the link which you can find below) because this blog here has no longer motivate me to write on it anymore. I can't tell whether its because I feel like I just don't have the time to blog any more, no inspiration or a combination of those plus one more. Perhaps its the new job and everything is just going so well but a part of me feels like this blog is just a piece of the past that I live in whenever I blog here. <br />
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<b>PREFACE</b><br />
I started out blogging over on Asianavenue when I was in post-grade 12 because of 6453. From there I moved over to Xanga and assumed the online handle of Saymuidang on Monday, January 03, 2005. I later switched to Dorkus_x on Wednesday, June 29, 2005 because then too, I wanted to leave some things behind and I thought switching blogs would help me with that. Finally on 2008 I moved here, to blogspot and have posted 748 entries in 1460 days. Not too shabby i reckon. <br />
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<b>BODY</b><br />
With all that history, stats, numbers etc. set aside- in lament terms- <b>I've been fucking blogging for the past 7 years and I really don't want to lose that spark and individuality that sets me apart from everyone else. </b>I love blogging, so so much. I defines me.
There has yet to be a single person whom ive met (well maybe except one
other person and maybe @annnbug too) who has actually kept up with
blogging for more than 2 years.<br />
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It has been so, SO incrediably tough. I've struggled and fought so, so hard since May of 2010. Relationship-wise and Career-wise, not going to lie, it was a battle that i truly felt I could not win in. I would lose to life, lose to everything- ultimately consuming me.<br />
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But then just like that, it seems like everything just decided to fall into place. Which brings me to present day. This blog has documented the bigger portion of my life that i considered to be the happiest. The days of bliss and when i felt like I was the happiest and luckiest person on the face of this earth. Something i am unbelievably thankful for but also something that is in fact, the past. <br />
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<b>CONCLUSION</b><br />
<u><b>I never felt more for the need to move forward because i want to. I want to and need to leave this piece of my past behind.</b></u> I feel like a part of me will always wait if I keep up with this blog and I don't want that. I am so tired of those days, I just don't want to look back anymore. You all may think that i am pretty lame and stupid at this point because this is JUST a blog. Well um, fuck you. Someeeeoneee ate a big bowl of bitchflakes today. You clearly don't know me. i dont care much about those who don't understand me.<br />
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ANYHOO.<br />
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From now on going to be doing my blogging here: <a href="http://2-nd-chances.tumblr.com/"><b>http://2-nd-chances.tumblr.com/</b></a><br />
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I haven't really done much over there but soon enough. I'm slowly building it up. I shall also be doing my 2011 annual review of my year over at this new place. <br />
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I'll probably come back to blogspot one day when im bored of tumblr (its more of a micro-blogging website aka on-the-go-lazy blogging). Under a different handle of course.<br />
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oooo. And guess what people?<br />
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and happy new year kids!kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-72325337544918185362011-12-30T21:26:00.001-05:002011-12-30T21:26:28.500-05:00Its been a whileI know...i havent updated....in over a month.<br />
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That's pathetic of me. <br /><br />With that said, everything is great. I REALLY want to do an annual reflection of my year as I have been doing for the past 6 or 7 years. <br /><br /><i>Everything is finally coming together. </i>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-89953209804125599992011-11-14T00:23:00.001-05:002011-11-14T00:23:05.975-05:00a bloody messthats what i amkay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-16033720989559353202011-11-09T10:05:00.000-05:002011-11-09T10:05:17.415-05:00i miss blogging<b> 鐘意一個不應該鐘意的人是最大的笑話 ha ha ha. </b><br />
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<br /></div>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-75793974437414893762011-10-26T22:09:00.001-04:002011-10-26T22:09:45.624-04:002nd DayDear lord i am EXHAUSTED. <br />
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Why? Because my commute to work is TWO BLOODY HOURS...........ONE WAY.
Yes that's right, i bus, subway and streetcar it to work. I lose four
hours of my day, every single day and mark my words- i am cranky as
fuck. So dont get in my way.<br />
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That said, absolutely wonderful first day of work yesterday. This is
what work seriously should be like. I mean, aside from the horrid
commute and possibly the lack of eye candy (which isnt too bad because i
could focus on work as oppose to these 'eye candy'), its a pretty
awesome place to work at. <br />
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Some highlights of my first day-<br />
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<li>Orientation done at Starbucks. Drinks on manager. Win #1</li>
<li>The people at the office dress SOOOOO nicely. ESPECIALLY the boys on my team. Motivates me to not look like a slob. Win #3 <br />
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<li>Brand new IMAC and Macbook Pro, out of the box. For me to take
home if please (obvs i know it means taking work home. OH WELL). Win #2</li>
<li>My team (Strategy and Analytics....yes i work with the Math Squad
of the company) were sweethearts and took me out for Beer and Wild Boar.
Best lunch, ever.Win #4</li>
<li>Also found out my co-workers are alcoholics like myself. Win #5<br />
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<li>Arsenal won our game. Win #6</li>
<li>Twitter desktop allowed and installed. Win #7</li>
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Oh and it rained like a bitch too. Can't forget that. But that's not a win. <br />
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Yeah, definitely a good two days. Me happys.<br />
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AND AND......................HALLOWEEN THIS WEEKEND!!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!<br />
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i shall leave it at that. toodles! <br />kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-6248957705088683382011-10-24T00:06:00.002-04:002011-10-24T00:29:30.499-04:00Losing to lifeGreetings everyone (to who comes around stillllllllll). I am back with somewhat of an update. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>SURPRISE TO ALL YOU MONDAY MORNING PEOPLE. </b></span><br />
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My last blog was almost a month ago and ive been told by SO many people to do something about it (im so sorry! lol). To whom i speak to and are close with, they all knew that i was seriously losing it. <u><b>Everything was just not okay</b></u>. I was unhappy. I was frustrated. Job searching and interviews hit a halt. I got sick. I couldn't let go of certain things. Arsenal was doing poorly. I reached the end of my savings. Everything was so bleak and i felt like i just couldn't win. I was losing to life and I was losing badly. Defeat caught up with me and was killing me. I tell myself everyday that "it shall pass" and i just need to keep on going but it got increasingly difficult. <br />
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Then just like that. BOOM. Everything comes together in ONE WEEK. <br />
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In one week, two things.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">First</span>,</b><br />
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1.5 years of FT unemployment. Roughly 75 applications (give or take two)- i am bloody finally fucking employed. Fuck. It was literally one thing after another. E-mailed application > Interview (Design challenge, 4 people interview) > 2 hours later when i was STILL on the bus, call back for ref check > ref check, design challenge #2, Phone interview > Offer emailed to me at 5pm, Friday. <br />
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BOOM BITCHES. That's for all of you who would kill to see me fall. <br />
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I work my ass off, applying, constantly coming up with new, creative things to add to cover letters, infographs, etc. I did this without the help of anyone and I am proud as hell with myself and i am NOT afraid to be vain and admit that. <br />
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That said, to all my girls? This Christmas is going to be awesome. JUST SAYING. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Second, </b></span><br />
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I still, might, perhaps, maybe, not know exactly what i want. But ive never been more sure of what i DON'T want. Consider it another lesson learned for me. Today's Shiv's Bridal Shower confirmed with me even more, of what is it that i do want. At the end of the day, i am STILL okay with being single. Until i find my Azza (footy player) of course. <br />
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i'm turning a quarter of a century in a week and a half.....ish. And i have NOT felt better than this in a VERY long time. Except perhaps my weight. <i>(Definitely fatty mode again)</i>. But im not going to complain because this is SO much better than I asked for.<br />
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oh. and Arsenal is starting to look hopeful again.<br />
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<i><b>THANKKKK YOUUUUU JEEEEBUS. </b></i>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-57532943503816942732011-09-29T20:13:00.001-04:002011-09-29T20:13:57.475-04:00Hiatus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Been extremely sick the entire week plus haven't felt like blogging.<br /><br /><i>Consider this a temporary hiatus.</i></div>
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-26587960678034856872011-09-19T23:53:00.002-04:002011-09-19T23:54:06.287-04:00disney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>How many have you seen?</b></div>
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-35620084977095131662011-09-18T23:46:00.000-04:002011-09-18T23:46:14.676-04:00exhausted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Not too sure if i even recognize myself anymore.kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-91907994453640395412011-09-16T10:06:00.001-04:002011-09-16T10:06:33.336-04:00My Brilliant Sub-Concious<blockquote>
<b>Shower Curtain</b>
<br />To see a shower curtain in your dream indicates that you are not fully expressing your emotions. There is something that you are still hiding from others. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are trying to protect those around you from your personal setbacks and emotional outbursts.</blockquote>
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-85528504891596010652011-09-14T12:48:00.000-04:002011-09-14T12:48:15.595-04:00& we begin....with my lil blog exercise.<blockquote>
<b>The person i like and why i like them. </b></blockquote>
Erm. This topic is a bit flawed because i don't like anyone right now. Something that is terribly SHOCKING because for anyone who has known me for a long time would know that i always gotta have a crush (Crush. Not boyfriend. Two very different things) and then i would have back-up crushes and back-up for my back-up crushes haha Or at least that was how it was in high school. But now, absolutely nothing. <br /><br />It would be nice though, to have a crush. Someone that would make me nervous and give me butterflies. Dressing up for myself is never as satisfying as dressing up for someone else. <br /><br />With that said, its probably not a good idea for me to have a crush right now. Don't want to involve a 2nd party into my stress and issues. They would probably turn around and leave, as they all do.<br />
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STORY OF MY LIFE. <br /><br />+ + +<br />
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Going to go back to looking for these Scarlett Johannson nudie pics. I dont like being left out. kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-118961184588913602011-09-13T23:54:00.003-04:002011-09-13T23:55:03.787-04:00#dontwanttolosetolife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-50355300501943558362011-09-13T23:51:00.000-04:002011-09-13T23:52:01.435-04:00Lets do this again. BLOG PROJECT.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />So i haven't "typed" anything of my own in an EXTREMELY long time. I think i really need to get back into it because i feel like ive losted a lot of that "spark" and that "edge" when it comes to blogging. For one thing, i'm not even too sure of who even comes around here anymore to read my crap. Or if anyone does for that matter. (Ahhhh well i know for sure that K does. Cousin does. C does. And i suspect so do you JL lol) Other than that i have no idea. Anyways since i dont want to lose that blogging spark COMPLETELY, i am going to have to start one of these WRITTEN (not picture) blog projects to force myself to type something daily. I've always told people blogging is like anything else, its a skill (plus motivation & inspiration of course) and through repetition you would only get better at it and it will gradually become easier. <br />
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So here it is. Zee list. Exciting isn't it. Stuff that i actually want to write about!<br />
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<li><b>The person i like and why i like them. </b></li>
<li><b>A famous person i’ve been compared to.</b></li>
<li><b>5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex.</b></li>
<li><b>The best thing that has happened to me this week.</b></li>
<li><b>Weird things i do when i’m alone.</b></li>
<li><b>How i’d spend ten thousand bucks.</b></li>
<li><b>Things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look.</b></li>
<li><b>My last night out in detail.</b></li>
<li><b>Something that makes me sad when i think about it.</b></li>
<li><b>Something i’ve lied about.</b></li>
<li><b>Would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.</b></li>
<li><b>Something i’m currently worrying about.</b></li>
<li><b>One person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck.</b></li>
<li><b>Something i do without realising. </b></li>
<li><b>Lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.</b></li>
<li><b>A drunken story.</b></li>
<li><b>Something i regret.</b></li>
<li><b>Post a picture of myself.</b></li>
<li><b>My longest relationship and who it was with.</b></li>
<li><b>Press ctrl v and post.</b></li>
<li><b>Post a bit of my last IM convo.</b></li>
<li><b>5 things i want to change.</b></li>
<li><b>My view on being tumblr famous.</b></li>
<li><b>Someone i’d like to be for a day and why.</b></li>
<li><b>5 things within touching distance.</b></li>
<li><b>Story of my first kiss.</b></li>
</ul>
Will start tomorrow. Along with other stuff.kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-2950031404590677212011-09-11T21:03:00.001-04:002011-09-11T21:05:26.529-04:00fffound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Tribute in Light</b></div>
A team of 30 electricians worked through the night yesterday to prepare
for the 10th anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks which takes
place on Sunday. The ‘Tribute in Light’ is made up of 88 bulbs which
project two blue beacons of light up into the heavens that is visible
from a 60 mile radius. The tribute will be powered on for the entire day
and night on Sunday to remember the people who died on September
11, 2001.</blockquote>
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<b>“From Ashes, We Build.” - 9/11 Tribute Painting by Sam Spratt</b></div>
I wanted to pay tribute to September 11th in painted form showing
the new construction of One World Trade Center, not just replacing the
twin towers—but literally being built from the wreckage. 10 years later,
I felt it necessary to acknowledge the importance of past tragedy in
the pursuit of a better future: to remember lives lost while looking to
save more, to remember fallen icons as we build new ones, and to
remember our mistakes as we pursue perfection.<br />
<br />Rest In Peace to all of the victims directly or indirectly killed by
the attacks and my heartfelt sympathies to those who lost loved ones
through them.<br /><br/>
<em>Never forget.</em></blockquote>
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Two of the best 9/11-related pieces i found. The art and creativity behind it is undoubtedly beautiful.kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-51512498458687440742011-09-11T12:21:00.003-04:002011-09-11T21:04:24.735-04:00The truth hurts<blockquote>
Dear America, <br />
Your 9/11 is our 24/7.<br />
<i>- Palestine </i></blockquote>
ouch. very true though. with all due respect. kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-17827381814588106212011-09-11T11:17:00.002-04:002011-09-11T11:17:29.447-04:009/11 - A decade mark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Ten Years Later: A Tribute 9/11</b>
<br />Bryant Park. </div>
<br />2,819 empty chairs on the lawn facing the site where the World Trade Center once stood, one chair for every life lost. The number of empty chairs captures the enormity of the lives lost and the stark emptiness of it just drives home the point that I hope is never forgotten. 2,819 people were here one moment and gone the next. 2,819 went to work or boarded a plane one morning ten years ago thinking it would be another ordinary day and they never came home.kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-57198830768837689492011-09-08T22:35:00.003-04:002011-09-08T22:35:58.638-04:00fffound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><b>Because we Asians are bloody brilliant!!!!!!!</b></div>
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-53918855327650890102011-09-07T19:15:00.002-04:002011-09-07T19:15:37.315-04:00Tumblr is 4 years old today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><br />This makes me smile soooo muchhhhhhh on another gloooomy dayyyy. i lurveee himmmmmmmmm</b></div>
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-6769363740308094632011-09-06T00:35:00.000-04:002011-09-06T00:35:19.944-04:0086,400 secondsI'm suppose to be asleep for i have to wake up early (again) to continue with my work. I kind of feel like im working for the Rat again (not the being abused part, but the working every moment of my day part and being on-call/standby mode part). That said, i'm unable to sleep because im suddenly in a blogging mood. <br />
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Today I found out that this girl i know (she's made cakes for many of my friends and myself) had passed away. It was very sudden and it turns out she's been sick for a very long time and from what I know, she's been fighting for her life for the past 2 weeks. To add onto that, she leaves behind not only her family, friends, coworkers, etc. She leaves behind her newly-wed husband, From what I was told, he asked her to marry him because they knew she didn't have much time left. That's probably the second most tragic thing i've heard recently. It gets me thinking- what if i was this unfortunate, what a huge regret it would be to never be able to have my fairytale come true. Its tragically sad but at the same time she's lucky, to have met someone who would do that for her. To have her dream fulfilled so she can at least go with one less regret. <br />
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<i>RIP C.H. May you carry those cherished, happy moments with you as you moved on. </i><br />
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I want to rant on more about some other stuff but i'm honestly too exhausted to do so. Perhaps l'll do it when i have a bit more "free" time. <br />
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Cherish life. Every minute, every second. And those around you.<br />
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“Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-1341461728130002642011-08-30T23:45:00.001-04:002011-08-30T23:46:06.215-04:00fffound<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQw0p8yAFY2cZMEq3CIhtndFYe_ps8JphKESTgiCwSQjKmHXD-rCn8AJ_JsrQB8sY3LJHdVvPyT_ag-BxJqmJ_yCgYHFpMYg6zfJemDGXSmX41-IhvQ89wFlZrXizEBukzagVXBzWGMVM/s1600/tumblr_lqpib7mvwP1r16bk3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQw0p8yAFY2cZMEq3CIhtndFYe_ps8JphKESTgiCwSQjKmHXD-rCn8AJ_JsrQB8sY3LJHdVvPyT_ag-BxJqmJ_yCgYHFpMYg6zfJemDGXSmX41-IhvQ89wFlZrXizEBukzagVXBzWGMVM/s640/tumblr_lqpib7mvwP1r16bk3o1_500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>That's a dream come true for someone right there. <br />
There's GOTTA be at LEAST 270 chicken nuggets in there. <br />
<br />
Now someone make it happen FOR ME!!!!!</b></div>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-87986473405680956522011-08-30T20:14:00.001-04:002011-08-30T20:15:38.566-04:00Hey cousin, guess what?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0P8Es_zQ-tRQ7CG0LMb8tn3VNb1gwzGM8BTTUMG9K5mkptYX_yJUMHPI5y1QFzRfaOY1u4ls0wXPAyI3K1JK6udOrF_BC4BAMb4utUPoOy9XqnLKCAggKKI-7naeKO_Y4kePJhyphenhyphencpb0/s1600/cousin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0P8Es_zQ-tRQ7CG0LMb8tn3VNb1gwzGM8BTTUMG9K5mkptYX_yJUMHPI5y1QFzRfaOY1u4ls0wXPAyI3K1JK6udOrF_BC4BAMb4utUPoOy9XqnLKCAggKKI-7naeKO_Y4kePJhyphenhyphencpb0/s1600/cousin.jpg" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: center;">i love you. thats all.<br />
now lets go do some work LOL.</h2>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-28128556531140383892011-08-29T12:51:00.000-04:002011-08-29T12:51:54.203-04:00#continuestolosetolife<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ULH2NrSnxb3vDAOPSUxKVl9nHWKf_RBb-vGm6deBv5vWlskNZIb4S-mPeSVBAu_UEi6REghZ-3Jq3qpTPBeq0MDhxkdj7aMHSuoCHdan1lyBY33pYH0y_57h-fWXuyOedQM99kLqvt0/s1600/mood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ULH2NrSnxb3vDAOPSUxKVl9nHWKf_RBb-vGm6deBv5vWlskNZIb4S-mPeSVBAu_UEi6REghZ-3Jq3qpTPBeq0MDhxkdj7aMHSuoCHdan1lyBY33pYH0y_57h-fWXuyOedQM99kLqvt0/s1600/mood.jpg" /></a></div><br />
kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-44354394227780397642011-08-29T00:46:00.002-04:002011-08-29T00:49:17.865-04:00Rough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2nzl-aIfmNpgRElAtva28M0kJtvTaCLpxYGzI7saZoWUiUDS_n2tTPJK19RT88af1x40q53Se4volCVoljUFwVVOWcYjmTh1RIeqcXBTy36mtiUfSXEjtObqHPovd3FQ1nzGKw27jQg/s1600/arsenalforward.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2nzl-aIfmNpgRElAtva28M0kJtvTaCLpxYGzI7saZoWUiUDS_n2tTPJK19RT88af1x40q53Se4volCVoljUFwVVOWcYjmTh1RIeqcXBTy36mtiUfSXEjtObqHPovd3FQ1nzGKw27jQg/s640/arsenalforward.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><br />
I usually don't rant about football on this blog but i really need to get it off of my chest.<br />
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As some of you may have already known. Today Arsenal suffered their worst defeat in 115 years. Absolute devastation. I thought last season's defeat was bad when i started to cry at the pub. Nah, that was nothing compared to how we were pulverized today. Our reserves team slaughtered by wolves. Civil war between fans. Injuries, Bans, Bookings. This is a new low for us. The goals that we conceded definitely felt like stabs. The pain was so bad, I couldn't even bring myself to cry. Instead I just laughed. And drank (of course).<br />
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No judging now. <br />
<br />
I still love Arsenal to death tho.<br />
<br />
Just thought l'd share. <br />
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Back to work i go.kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665918800814018777.post-16904671772249819462011-08-27T22:53:00.002-04:002011-08-27T22:55:04.964-04:00I LOVE HAPPY ENDINGS *SOBS*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BnJh7vbRi-87nxP90fP3vzyIIoSHcdyFg6mFdQEjWURGuG6js1rsIn9Xqu7IgibOA1LE_X_IHYWLj7-UO6CraZmhdrNZBI97yYPl4MlYQUuXSzMQgjgIvEHrcXV6hyphenhyphenowGYVdyrGGnPc/s1600/1.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BnJh7vbRi-87nxP90fP3vzyIIoSHcdyFg6mFdQEjWURGuG6js1rsIn9Xqu7IgibOA1LE_X_IHYWLj7-UO6CraZmhdrNZBI97yYPl4MlYQUuXSzMQgjgIvEHrcXV6hyphenhyphenowGYVdyrGGnPc/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1hBXZxRa5Iw0MdkSb73G5x3gkSQDryUHC-11UNN7IKan69t5vYc6jqcpIuMuE6H25gClX9MRx6Bwl5hCnTbxpMA3cn74zlfBsS4S9Y89zdqPPQV57pNIhTzYdFnFDSZdCyHIKymROVs/s1600/2.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1hBXZxRa5Iw0MdkSb73G5x3gkSQDryUHC-11UNN7IKan69t5vYc6jqcpIuMuE6H25gClX9MRx6Bwl5hCnTbxpMA3cn74zlfBsS4S9Y89zdqPPQV57pNIhTzYdFnFDSZdCyHIKymROVs/s1600/2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNtlf8ceaipTeL5DTd15shZ81H8WuCb9drpAT3cQdIxlEvFWTkwVOWX04LGEY3teMI3h5lfYhWT64J0KA_LgAFru6kOCXbabg7j3rvUALuQ7eL967QxH2GmfhLjiGwAvZdTN2qzEDHak/s1600/3.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNtlf8ceaipTeL5DTd15shZ81H8WuCb9drpAT3cQdIxlEvFWTkwVOWX04LGEY3teMI3h5lfYhWT64J0KA_LgAFru6kOCXbabg7j3rvUALuQ7eL967QxH2GmfhLjiGwAvZdTN2qzEDHak/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rwvtRQ2w6hd9X1Zsu_Io7w-Q355SW3DI6yn6De53YjzTW7ILhzzaQBHVT2sJQ1VxWQSgMs1WgZZKoXqOPKi3QGW7oMKB_LZ_svSWw83mxdZ2NJIa1KDXNtbd_tqq_zCf8K_-4Ajm6yE/s1600/4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rwvtRQ2w6hd9X1Zsu_Io7w-Q355SW3DI6yn6De53YjzTW7ILhzzaQBHVT2sJQ1VxWQSgMs1WgZZKoXqOPKi3QGW7oMKB_LZ_svSWw83mxdZ2NJIa1KDXNtbd_tqq_zCf8K_-4Ajm6yE/s1600/4.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksh_NM8TAk_75ZH1-gXVMnuxvGzS-23AVsAIU2p9uBuqjptvYIn2V8diWUPUJoaE0i75LYY3U4JX9SkgaDgOE-ukd2xwpyZhCRdZ9D8mXo57Cx1G1QHOdqlqHFDHv_gulKPb-zbgAUAU/s1600/5.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksh_NM8TAk_75ZH1-gXVMnuxvGzS-23AVsAIU2p9uBuqjptvYIn2V8diWUPUJoaE0i75LYY3U4JX9SkgaDgOE-ukd2xwpyZhCRdZ9D8mXo57Cx1G1QHOdqlqHFDHv_gulKPb-zbgAUAU/s1600/5.jpg" /></a></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><b>Dream proposal.</b></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I HAD to make a blog post out of this because this will essentially be my future fiancee's "HOW-TO-PROPOSE" to me visual guide. Remember, its all about being CREATIVE future mister. Also a reminder to myself that i deserve that, fairytale ending and i shouldn't settle for less. </div>kay-leenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229658877819384915noreply@blogger.com1