<?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-4492626019088463867</id><updated>2011-09-10T07:15:55.627-07:00</updated><category term='La Musique'/><category term='GRAZIA Magazine'/><category term='Train'/><category term='Cougar'/><category term='xoxo'/><category term='party inspiration'/><category term='babies'/><category term='The Ivy'/><category term='Office Rant'/><category term='Wonder Years'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Surry Hills'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Karl Lagerfeld'/><category term='Rachel Zoe'/><category term='Tie-Dye'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='IT sux'/><category term='scum'/><category term='vacay time'/><title type='text'>Kristina x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-5720014964222152515</id><published>2011-05-09T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:24:20.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacay time'/><title type='text'>Melbz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Days until I head back to fashion, shopping, food, wine, MECCA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Melbourne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise to pack all my black outfits, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nonchalant&lt;/span&gt; facial expressions so that I fit in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANT EFFING WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-5720014964222152515?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5720014964222152515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/05/melbz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/5720014964222152515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/5720014964222152515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/05/melbz.html' title='Melbz'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7444789575314094464</id><published>2011-04-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:12:42.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party inspiration'/><title type='text'>baby, baby, baby ooooOO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhGra5LdPw/TaOf1u2TVZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AuTngozM8ok/s1600/p12-e6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594490907581961618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhGra5LdPw/TaOf1u2TVZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AuTngozM8ok/s320/p12-e6b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y life at the moment is split into two categories: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weddings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Whenever one of my friends isn't tying the knot, they're busy procreating. Lucky for me I love a reason to throw a party and a baby shower is the perfect reason to get all the girlies together (its also a good way to get mum.to.be stocked up on all the vomit cleaning, nappy changing, happy baby items she needs for the little ones arrival).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594485464130642258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_HXyrvDkFs/TaOa44aX4VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kLGATn2Gg9A/s400/msw_spring06_pompom_xl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great,budget friendly decoration option is the Tissue Paper Pom Poms - &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/how-to/tissue-paper-pom-poms-how-to"&gt;click here for instructions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few other shower inspiration ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594490898729544626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ANBh70epQI/TaOf1N3uK7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hdvUHIsSL2U/s320/limegreen-paper-lanterns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594490902700408290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6qce8eYTxc/TaOf1cqcveI/AAAAAAAAARA/P_2jfR36z4o/s320/p12-e13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594490905562428258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIZevsq9Q8o/TaOf1nUzs2I/AAAAAAAAARI/NktVafvEexY/s320/p12-e12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhGra5LdPw/TaOf1u2TVZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AuTngozM8ok/s1600/p12-e6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhGra5LdPw/TaOf1u2TVZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AuTngozM8ok/s1600/p12-e6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7444789575314094464?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7444789575314094464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-baby-baby-oooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7444789575314094464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7444789575314094464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-baby-baby-oooooo.html' title='baby, baby, baby ooooOO..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhGra5LdPw/TaOf1u2TVZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AuTngozM8ok/s72-c/p12-e6b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-4541122187898729992</id><published>2011-03-10T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:00:16.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT sux'/><title type='text'>IT Sux..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hate my I.T department *so&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;muchIjustwanttotakethiscomputerandthrowitoutthewindow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think your untouchable in your exclusive little windowless, inaccessible room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm onto you people and your creepy little pale skinned, nose sniffling, buck tooth ways!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(endofrant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-4541122187898729992?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4541122187898729992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-sux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4541122187898729992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4541122187898729992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-sux.html' title='IT Sux..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-3126483586699621108</id><published>2011-02-15T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:57:45.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Always a bridesmaid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rj3Iu5nvio/TVpm8PLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PMmf9eCMx3M/s1600/crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573880673878107890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rj3Iu5nvio/TVpm8PLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PMmf9eCMx3M/s400/crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;o all the brides, bridesmaids and general wedding page stalkers (I know your out there), follow my new blog &lt;a href="http://bridesmaide101.blogspot.com/"&gt;Always a bridesmaid&lt;/a&gt; to delve into the mind of a professional bridesmaid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-3126483586699621108?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3126483586699621108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-bridesmaid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3126483586699621108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3126483586699621108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-bridesmaid.html' title='Always a bridesmaid..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rj3Iu5nvio/TVpm8PLrZvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PMmf9eCMx3M/s72-c/crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-2545675262599089931</id><published>2011-02-14T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:46:21.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t seems as time has passed,&lt;br /&gt;you and your magical hold on me has now faded..&lt;br /&gt;Your nothing more than a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;of a Kristinax I once was,&lt;br /&gt;He is now the effervescent glimpse into the future of the Kristinax i will be..&lt;br /&gt;10 times the man you were..&lt;br /&gt;I used to spent a long time missing you,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and realised if it should have, it&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have&lt;br /&gt;and although I dont regret you, I'm happy I surpassed you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-2545675262599089931?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2545675262599089931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2545675262599089931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2545675262599089931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentino.html' title='Valentino'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-4141873034852396509</id><published>2010-12-13T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:02:24.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Red Velvet</title><content type='html'>I miss moments where the world was my oyster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city was my playground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a red velvet cupcake in a brown paper bag from you was enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-4141873034852396509?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4141873034852396509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2010/12/red-velvet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4141873034852396509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4141873034852396509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2010/12/red-velvet.html' title='Red Velvet'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7060440624654288497</id><published>2009-08-26T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:15:12.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dear blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h, how I've missed you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and your sarcastic way of turning truth into humor, and drama into poetry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will write again soon, with tales of what's-his-name, and my where-a-bouts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Always K x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7060440624654288497?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7060440624654288497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7060440624654288497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7060440624654288497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-8772740790690740655</id><published>2009-07-01T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:06:33.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRAZIA Magazine'/><title type='text'>GRAZIA for holding the lift..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SkwWBW_dJoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xYnPyiG8YQ/s1600-h/alison_Grazia_355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353678269644088962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SkwWBW_dJoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xYnPyiG8YQ/s400/alison_Grazia_355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his morning was chaos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to my inability to make outfit decisions while still trying to wake up, I was running late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I got into the city, grabbed my mag and coffee and headed to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made the elevator, and to my surprise the person holding the lift for me was &lt;em&gt;Alison Veness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison-freeking-Veness!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Editor-in-Chief of my beloved GRAZIA Magazine Australia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you say when you meet somebody you idolise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only 5 floors until my stop I nervously blurt out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thanks..Oh..Hi I'm KristinaX, your Alison Veness.. So nice to meet you, I love GRAZIA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my mind I cringed, knowing I sounded like a starstruck teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before me stood a woman that could CRUSH me, she embodied everything an editor should be, a nonchalant type. If your coming to work in a floor length fur coat, and you pull it off, your a rock star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..And she did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She extended her hand, laughed and said in her British-sounding accent "Hi, nice to meet you too, great to hear you love the mag"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had just begun to chat briefly on this weeks MJ edition when-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stop came.. I just about died!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She continued.. "Were up on level 9, nice meeting you KristinaX"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...I should run late more often!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-8772740790690740655?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8772740790690740655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/07/grazia-for-holding-lift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8772740790690740655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8772740790690740655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/07/grazia-for-holding-lift.html' title='GRAZIA for holding the lift..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SkwWBW_dJoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xYnPyiG8YQ/s72-c/alison_Grazia_355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-4932756618470402469</id><published>2009-06-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:38:36.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Miss me?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sj1ysi8gmSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZokAZ9R3VbY/s1600-h/soBwCdeuhokor8ejKTc6oU6Do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349558042006427938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sj1ysi8gmSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZokAZ9R3VbY/s400/soBwCdeuhokor8ejKTc6oU6Do1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;pologies for my absence - &lt;em&gt;Life&lt;/em&gt; happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When life happens, blogs happen.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm talking about the good stuff, that flows straight from the heart to the fingertips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..coming soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-4932756618470402469?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4932756618470402469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4932756618470402469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4932756618470402469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sj1ysi8gmSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZokAZ9R3VbY/s72-c/soBwCdeuhokor8ejKTc6oU6Do1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7054459671918661005</id><published>2009-06-01T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:44:58.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>What are little boys made of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiTJqyoO7WI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UE_sYrgM4aY/s1600-h/helena-christensen-ed-westwick-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiTJVcnm0CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyGJvSi8vy4/s1600-h/helena-christensen-ed-westwick-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616428265000994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiTJVcnm0CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyGJvSi8vy4/s400/helena-christensen-ed-westwick-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat are &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; boys made of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suits and Bow Ties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deceit and Lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...That's what &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; boys are made of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342616087901857698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiTJBoqtZ6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/sZQ7xgtupzM/s400/helena-christensen-ed-westwick-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s - I'm totally crushin on Ed Westwick and his bow-tie-wearing-&lt;em&gt;Chuck-Bass-ness&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4492626019088463867-7054459671918661005?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7054459671918661005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-are-little-boys-made-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7054459671918661005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7054459671918661005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-are-little-boys-made-of.html' title='What are little boys made of?'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiTJVcnm0CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyGJvSi8vy4/s72-c/helena-christensen-ed-westwick-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-8862765726218103390</id><published>2009-06-01T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:32:07.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Bookmarks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiSc8WJsA2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qhyvW_hMs2A/s1600-h/Bookmarks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342567618520548194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiSc8WJsA2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qhyvW_hMs2A/s400/Bookmarks+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hile I was going through my Twilight series reading frenzy, I would use my Train ticket as a page saver, or even worse, fold the edges down (as I was too embarrassed to be seen with my tasseled bookmark from way back when). So my Mum, &lt;em&gt;creative soul that she is&lt;/em&gt;, made me some bookmarks.. Was cleaning up yesterday and found them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566784578046530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiScLzeTSkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cTl7szvTUR0/s400/Bookmarks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4492626019088463867-8862765726218103390?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8862765726218103390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/bookmarks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8862765726218103390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8862765726218103390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/bookmarks.html' title='Bookmarks..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiSc8WJsA2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qhyvW_hMs2A/s72-c/Bookmarks+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-5000354382533025300</id><published>2009-06-01T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:56:44.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Email Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiR0-j6UWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/yy2JsZES8Ls/s1600-h/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342523676108806786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiR0-j6UWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/yy2JsZES8Ls/s400/love1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342523802803599570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiR1F74teNI/AAAAAAAAANs/Il5mf2__HDg/s400/love2.jpg" border="0" /&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/4492626019088463867-5000354382533025300?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5000354382533025300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/email-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/5000354382533025300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/5000354382533025300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/06/email-love.html' title='Email Love...'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiR0-j6UWoI/AAAAAAAAANk/yy2JsZES8Ls/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-4492169436770696114</id><published>2009-05-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:37:43.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Baby it's cold outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiNaqS8P4DI/AAAAAAAAANU/_jnTOy7mDMo/s1600-h/factory+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342213265677082674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiNaqS8P4DI/AAAAAAAAANU/_jnTOy7mDMo/s400/factory+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;inter is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means cute scarves, cold noses,hot water bottles, boy hugs, yuck tissues, big jackets, warm soup and ear muffs (finally, an excuse to wear them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-4492169436770696114?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4492169436770696114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-its-cold-outside.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4492169436770696114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4492169436770696114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s cold outside...'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SiNaqS8P4DI/AAAAAAAAANU/_jnTOy7mDMo/s72-c/factory+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-8282225892943641970</id><published>2009-05-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:54:12.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cougar'/><title type='text'>Cougar Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Shth3Rf4wvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bKesiIozjMc/s1600-h/b12_Kurv016CoverTonyDuran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339969385395700466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Shth3Rf4wvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bKesiIozjMc/s400/b12_Kurv016CoverTonyDuran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;e a Cougar, It's the new Black! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm loving these Brooke Shield pics By &lt;em&gt;Tony Duran &lt;/em&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;Kurv &lt;/strong&gt;magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also added some of my faves from Madonna's W shoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting older - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;looking forward to it...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339975254080130642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShtnM4DSjlI/AAAAAAAAANM/YiDf5G9IWig/s400/Brooke_Shields_for_Kurv_03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339970220428122098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Shtin4PIV_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Y0WFTwpD_Jk/s400/BrookeShieldsforKurv06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339969985722075874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShtiaN42SuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jQGvDnCqNDM/s400/Brooke_Shields_for_Kurv_04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339969541830768658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShtiAYQ6eBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uir5En_eo6Q/s400/shields%2520right-420x0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;em&gt;and Madame Material Girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339971092083938786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShtjanaEleI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Zaof2jiyLHM/s400/article-1140103-035C67B4000005DC-468_468x330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974558492958450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShtmkYyYnvI/AAAAAAAAANE/bBEIwPJ9QBU/s400/cougar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-8282225892943641970?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8282225892943641970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/cougar-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8282225892943641970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8282225892943641970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/cougar-shots.html' title='Cougar Shots'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Shth3Rf4wvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bKesiIozjMc/s72-c/b12_Kurv016CoverTonyDuran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-4909272538713282352</id><published>2009-05-24T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:01:31.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The week the world disappeared ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShpBcY0NtxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WObELiON7Oo/s1600-h/modelsmiamist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339652264154740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShpBcY0NtxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WObELiON7Oo/s400/modelsmiamist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m going through a phase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets call it my &lt;em&gt;'it's raining outside so I'm watching movies in my room with tea, and I don't want to deal with the world this week'&lt;/em&gt; phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless I've left the house for coffee, work or the gym, almost every waking moment has been spent watching movies this past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Granted it's been a hideously awful week, so I've allowed myself this brief moment of hibernation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PJ's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girlie catch ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..That's all I want this week..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-4909272538713282352?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4909272538713282352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-world-disappeared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4909272538713282352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/4909272538713282352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-world-disappeared.html' title='The week the world disappeared ..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShpBcY0NtxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WObELiON7Oo/s72-c/modelsmiamist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-6250745539724052676</id><published>2009-05-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:03:13.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Amnesia, the sweet escape . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShI6i1SYwvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5JujXXNGAI/s1600-h/waking+up+to+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392878481621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShI6i1SYwvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5JujXXNGAI/s400/waking+up+to+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s I stood before you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wiser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;due to circumstance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was still distracted, still infatuated by you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had forgotten how good you smelt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how perfectly full your lips were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how your smile made me blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot the lazy mornings and pink sunsets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how your hand fit mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how nobody else mattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..I felt myself slipping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot that you hurt me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how naive I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that I needed to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories got the best of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgetting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you is painless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remembering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . &lt;em&gt;Amnesia would be my sweet escape&lt;/em&gt; . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-6250745539724052676?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6250745539724052676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/amnesia-sweet-escape.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6250745539724052676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6250745539724052676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/amnesia-sweet-escape.html' title='Amnesia, the sweet escape . . .'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShI6i1SYwvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5JujXXNGAI/s72-c/waking+up+to+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-6202616804079862870</id><published>2009-05-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:32:50.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Musique'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Mix Tape - Volume 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m always on the prowl for the ultimate CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kind of CD where skipping is unnecessary because every song is your favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A CD filled with mixed moods brought on by old memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did I realise when I began writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are WAY too many songs, and far too many era's for me to just squeeze down to 20 tracks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Volume 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eurythmics&lt;/strong&gt; - "Don't Ask Me Why" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;/strong&gt; - "Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All of my life, where have you been? I wonder if I'll ever see you again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJNxEIgb0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/j5Z7fKs71Wk/s1600-h/lenny-kravitz-playing-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337414013705809730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJNxEIgb0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/j5Z7fKs71Wk/s200/lenny-kravitz-playing-guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Roots&lt;/strong&gt; - "The Seed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If Mary drops my baby girl tonight, I would name her Rock-N-Roll"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;James Morrison&lt;/strong&gt; - "Pieces don't fit anymore"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well I can't explain why it's not enough,Cause I gave it all to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJOYwlFsRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/om7kvaJL07w/s1600-h/art_JamesMorrison01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337414695651750162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJOYwlFsRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/om7kvaJL07w/s200/art_JamesMorrison01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/strong&gt; - "Til it happens to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I used to hear those violins playing our strings like a symphony&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJP2Gkd5gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BWTpd7qBMFA/s1600-h/corrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337416299282556418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJP2Gkd5gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BWTpd7qBMFA/s200/corrine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Al Green&lt;/strong&gt; - "Lets stay together"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. John Legend&lt;/strong&gt; - "Stay with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There will be heartaches and pain, through it all, we will remain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJUG239ChI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ykwwQsGWZxA/s1600-h/legendbio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420985173608978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJUG239ChI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ykwwQsGWZxA/s200/legendbio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Blackstreet&lt;/strong&gt; - "U blow my mind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Des'ree&lt;/strong&gt; - "Kissing you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Diesel&lt;/strong&gt; - "Tip of my tongue"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Three little words that I want to say"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Debussy &lt;/strong&gt;- "Clair de lune"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Katie Noonan&lt;/strong&gt; - "Time to begin"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Sia&lt;/strong&gt; - "Breathe me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Erykah Badu&lt;/strong&gt; - "Love of my life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ooh, you know you rock my world and You be boy and I'll be girl and. . ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShYpdXLNHdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zXEAEPu2RV0/s1600-h/a-erykah-badu_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338499992708259282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShYpdXLNHdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zXEAEPu2RV0/s200/a-erykah-badu_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Norah Jones&lt;/strong&gt; - "Nearness of you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Brandy&lt;/strong&gt; - "How I feel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Otis Redding&lt;/strong&gt; - "The dock of the bay"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Amy Winehouse&lt;/strong&gt;- "Valerie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt; - "Fix you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Scarlett Johansson&lt;/strong&gt; - "Last goodbye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is our last embrace, Must I dream and always see your face? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShTITzxI1SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1VEkkYnxz60/s1600-h/scarjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338111700980258082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShTITzxI1SI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1VEkkYnxz60/s200/scarjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-6202616804079862870?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6202616804079862870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/ultimate-mix-tape-volume-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6202616804079862870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6202616804079862870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/ultimate-mix-tape-volume-1.html' title='Ultimate Mix Tape - Volume 1'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ShJNxEIgb0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/j5Z7fKs71Wk/s72-c/lenny-kravitz-playing-guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-3042656755531745682</id><published>2009-05-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:40:26.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ivy'/><title type='text'>To do list: Ride in a Bentley - Tick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sf_cZSTDIUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ckiWWnkGGiY/s1600-h/bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332222810796532034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sf_cZSTDIUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ckiWWnkGGiY/s400/bentley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; received a phone call last week from Ivy, asking if I would be interested in having a chauffeured white Bentley pick me up and bring me to Uccello's for dinner. The offer - obviously too good to pass up - was perfect timing as it was also C's birthday that weekend. So we rounded up a few of the girlies and headed in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we got out of the Bentz, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I had grown fond of the Bentley during this ride and had decided we were on nickname terms) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we thanked 'Daddy' for the ride, and began our night of pasta and cocktails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-3042656755531745682?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3042656755531745682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do-list-ride-in-bentley-tick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3042656755531745682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3042656755531745682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do-list-ride-in-bentley-tick.html' title='To do list: Ride in a Bentley - Tick'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sf_cZSTDIUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ckiWWnkGGiY/s72-c/bentley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-2852346846435632701</id><published>2009-05-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:59:50.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagerfeld'/><title type='text'>Karl, we need to talk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear you hand picked Lilly &lt;em&gt;'Crazy Eyes'&lt;/em&gt; Allen to become the new face of Chanel handbags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.. Interesting choice Karl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm guessing this is what the new add campaign will look like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331821673383776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sf5vkA_E0iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9gPX48nNyO4/s400/DA73757D-D4B5-95E1-D5EB6A9DEF28D8A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If that doesn't scream style, grace and elegance I don't know what does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-2852346846435632701?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2852346846435632701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/karl-we-need-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2852346846435632701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2852346846435632701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/05/karl-we-need-to-talk.html' title='Karl, we need to talk..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sf5vkA_E0iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9gPX48nNyO4/s72-c/DA73757D-D4B5-95E1-D5EB6A9DEF28D8A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-2433982767158558119</id><published>2009-04-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:25:14.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fatal Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sfffhrc8aJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XSwm7QGdXMI/s1600-h/wrap+me+in+your+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329974453709072530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sfffhrc8aJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XSwm7QGdXMI/s400/wrap+me+in+your+arms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; died last night... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You killed me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave up fighting and submitted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding solace in knowing I didn't have to try anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no longer having to find excuses to explain why you are the way you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrendered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your hold on me was suffocating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your clench on my perspective, my dignity, my soul got stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I felt each breath become more difficult than the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day I met you I lost an ongoing battle with my conscience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing you were the living, breathing contradiction of everything I stood for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked into your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as beautiful as the day I met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that even in this moment, I still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blood was on your hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you killed me, and I let you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-2433982767158558119?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2433982767158558119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-attraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2433982767158558119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/2433982767158558119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-attraction.html' title='Fatal Attraction'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sfffhrc8aJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XSwm7QGdXMI/s72-c/wrap+me+in+your+arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-1847031471718316041</id><published>2009-04-26T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:41:35.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tie-Dye'/><title type='text'>Tie-Dye Crash Course. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVSgJRuv6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgDFSL-3wV0/s1600-h/Tie-Dye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329256446262427554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVSgJRuv6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgDFSL-3wV0/s400/Tie-Dye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m loving the idea of Tie-Dying stuff lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing OTT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in a hippy 70's flower child way, more like a one off piece with a black blazer kind of way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here are some steps I got off &lt;strong&gt;wikiHow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little tip: Wear gloves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Steps &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some type of bottle to dispense the dye. A good idea would be to use something like a mustard or ketchup bottle like you would find in some restaurants. You want something just like that, but maybe a little smaller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a white T-shirt and wet it. Wring it out pretty good, so it is damp. Lay it out on a flat surface. Put your finger in an area around the middle. That will be the center of your spiral.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving your finger in the middle of the &lt;a title="Design Your Own T Shirt" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Design-Your-Own-T-Shirt"&gt;shirt&lt;/a&gt;, begin to wind the shirt around your finger, making sure the shirt stays relatively flat. Continue to do that until you get it all wound up. It should be about as tall as a doorknob, and the diameter relatively close to that of a saucer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put three to four rubber bands around it. You should space them out relatively evenly, so it sort of looks like a pie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill up your sink with just enough water so that the shirt can be fully submerged. Pour a good bit of soda ash into the water. Not a ton, but a decent amount. Mix it in with the water fairly well. Let the shirt soak in that for about 20-25 minutes. When the 20 minutes are up, wring the shirt out fairly well. Do not rinse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you put the colors in, you want add enough so you don't see white. You don't want to put so much in that there are little puddles lying around on the shirt. Make sure you get into all the little folds of the shirt. For each section (the little things that look like slices of pie), alternate colors. You could also mix colors, like blue and yellow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some plastic wrap or something and cover your shirt for 24 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 24 hours, run water over the shirt until the water dripping out is fairly clear. Then you can cut the rubber bands off to see what it looks like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Directly after rinsing, throw just the shirt into the washer with warm water. Use liquid soap. After the wash, just throw it into the dryer for about 20 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a name="Tips"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Article provided by &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Main-Page"&gt;wikiHow&lt;/a&gt;, a wiki how-to manual. Please edit this article and find author credits at the original wikiHow article on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; to Make a Tye Dye Shirt&lt;/a&gt;. All content on wikiHow can be shared under a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Creative&lt;/a&gt; Commons license&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-1847031471718316041?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1847031471718316041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/tie-dye-crash-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1847031471718316041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1847031471718316041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/tie-dye-crash-course.html' title='Tie-Dye Crash Course. . .'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVSgJRuv6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FgDFSL-3wV0/s72-c/Tie-Dye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7431358989062808920</id><published>2009-04-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:55:27.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Almost Bitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVHpa0iqGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j1KWhKHfxis/s1600-h/TwilightSydney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329244510962755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVHpa0iqGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j1KWhKHfxis/s400/TwilightSydney.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast Friday Afternoon.. the slowest day of the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out semi-last minute that Kellan Lutz and Edi Gathegi (two vampire hotties from Twilight), touched down in Sydney to do a one hour signing at The Strand Arcade's JB Hi Fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course being the obsessed fan I am practically ran down there after work, being one of the few 20-somethings there I managed to push past a few of the 12 year olds to secure a spot near the front of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After waiting in the line for ages, some teenage, pimple faced, manager wanna be employee told myself, as well as the million screaming twi-fans behind me that their store was at full capacity and weren't taking anybody else in.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..FULL CAPACITY.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was he effing kidding me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did he realise who I was? . . . How many times I've seen Twilight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After ruling out every other possible option, like kicking the kid that worked there, sneaking through the back door, or flirting with security.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to cut my losses and call it a day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Next time the cast is in town, I'm camping out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7431358989062808920?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7431358989062808920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-bitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7431358989062808920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7431358989062808920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-bitten.html' title='Almost Bitten!'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SfVHpa0iqGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j1KWhKHfxis/s72-c/TwilightSydney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7924998581008259178</id><published>2009-04-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:08:27.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surry Hills'/><title type='text'>Surry Hills Festival 09 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Se1MxrfyoXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ftcZw-SzRJ4/s1600-h/SHF09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326998350622531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Se1MxrfyoXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ftcZw-SzRJ4/s320/SHF09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996698648171906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Se1LRhaaVYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3TV7zTXkXl0/s320/SHF09_DSCF7783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;aturday morning, my friend and I found ourselves having a relaxed, cruisy day out at Prince Alfred Park for a day of music, food and shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far as free festivals go, this one was pretty good, we got to sit on the grass, listen to local bands and went crazy over the gypsy coffee and Spanish paella (yum)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure I met &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; future husband as my girl W and I stumbled across him while feebly attempting to light a cigarette in the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he didn't seem to speak a word of English, and had a male walking &lt;em&gt;suspiciously&lt;/em&gt; close to him, you could tell he was totally imagining our future babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to stop myself from doing too much retail damage. It's scary to think that our small market stall owners have now evolved into a bunch of savvy, credit card accepting business moguls.. so dangerous! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but I love it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, I'm happy i dragged my tired butt out of bed for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-please excuse the belated (and brief) review-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7924998581008259178?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7924998581008259178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/surry-hills-festival-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7924998581008259178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7924998581008259178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/surry-hills-festival-09.html' title='Surry Hills Festival 09 -'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Se1MxrfyoXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ftcZw-SzRJ4/s72-c/SHF09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-3782756658637620710</id><published>2009-04-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:35:30.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Rant'/><title type='text'>The perfect crime . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SewXoH7DRzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D-yt8CEKU4g/s1600-h/11g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326658437361387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SewXoH7DRzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D-yt8CEKU4g/s400/11g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;t 2:37pm Monday afternoon &lt;em&gt;Kristina x&lt;/em&gt; was arrested for Murder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driven to insanity by an incompetent co-worker, who's voice is said to be like a diamond saw that could cut through metal, many say it was inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It was bound to happen sooner or later, if &lt;em&gt;Kristina x&lt;/em&gt; didn't do it, I would have." said the Director of the company, "I may just give her a raise after this, she has definitely shown initiative".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is reported that &lt;em&gt;Kristina x&lt;/em&gt; resourcefully gathered together two paper clips,a UHU stick and some tape, to secure the small annoyance to an ergonomic swivel chair, before launching her out of the window crashing half way down Elizabeth St, followed shortly after by her phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Witnesses describe the incident as nothing short of heroic. &lt;em&gt;Kristina x&lt;/em&gt; has restored order to society, and for this we expect she will receive a mere slap on the wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-3782756658637620710?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3782756658637620710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-237pm-monday-afternoon-kristina-x-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3782756658637620710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3782756658637620710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-237pm-monday-afternoon-kristina-x-was.html' title='The perfect crime . . .'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SewXoH7DRzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D-yt8CEKU4g/s72-c/11g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-3789643117395244539</id><published>2009-04-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:52:43.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Pretending to understand everything, yet in reality not knowing their own minds" - Ulysses by James Joyce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ve been absent. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing things lucidly, I look at you. Seemingly happy with your fraudulent lifestyle and your artificial friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a while since I've seen you, so much has changed in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet you still seem the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You paint yourself as the hero as you tell me what you've been up to. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your distorted, fictitious, exaggerated version of course&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laugh with relief, because at one stage I was close to being somewhat like you. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me remind you, as I'm sure it slipped your mind with all the late nights and white substances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I dont want to know you anymore -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a phase, a right of passage which thankfully, I learnt my lesson quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that kind of life doesn't interest me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While your caught up in the past, I'm surpassing the drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning about something real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real hardships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dealing with them the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; way instead of relying on temporary escapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was lucky enough to have genuine people picking me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminding me of who I really was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly hope the same for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-3789643117395244539?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3789643117395244539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3789643117395244539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3789643117395244539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Pretending to understand everything, yet in reality not knowing their own minds&quot; - Ulysses by James Joyce'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-1761699639903634066</id><published>2009-04-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:29:18.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Magical Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SeVGb9-efPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Dd2pvr7ufoY/s1600-h/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324739580742499570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SeVGb9-efPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Dd2pvr7ufoY/s200/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ransform&lt;/span&gt; me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me somewhere new this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; just let me twirl in circles on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Move me forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left work with right, and right with left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One step in front of the other, walk me out of trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me stand tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Commanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get stuck and break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you.. &lt;em&gt;you hurt me&lt;/em&gt;.. but I NEED you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-1761699639903634066?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1761699639903634066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/magical-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1761699639903634066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1761699639903634066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/magical-heels.html' title='Magical Heels'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SeVGb9-efPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Dd2pvr7ufoY/s72-c/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7366578742775992206</id><published>2009-04-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:32:47.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagerfeld'/><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdQUdOTUf_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3jFCYwd0VQ/s1600-h/guitar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319899552119291890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdQUdOTUf_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3jFCYwd0VQ/s400/guitar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n an attempt to channel into my inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt; . . . I am now a guitar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enthusiast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.. Yes&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chanel.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;I hear you all conspiring against me as you read this, thinking to yourself &lt;em&gt;"Kristina x, do you have any musical talent?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If playing the recorder in year 7 music, or singing drunken Karaoke counts, then yes.. I most certainly do..&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking at me with your &lt;em&gt;judgement eyes&lt;/em&gt; and give me some credit for trying..&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Hendrix, but I've got an ear for music, and I totally think the recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mix tape&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;road trip e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sq&lt;/span&gt; CD I made my friends listen to is testament to that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina x. . . coming soon , to a campfire near you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7366578742775992206?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7366578742775992206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/guitar-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7366578742775992206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7366578742775992206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/04/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdQUdOTUf_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3jFCYwd0VQ/s72-c/guitar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-3462634359488215848</id><published>2009-03-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:45:47.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagerfeld'/><title type='text'>Words can't express the Awesome. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdcDYlPJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gQYtH97RGvU/s1600-h/Chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205740171574418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdcDYlPJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gQYtH97RGvU/s400/Chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdSd1rZiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VMR3hqfcsS0/s1600-h/chanelbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdSe-rc-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/utvgswqydLQ/s1600-h/chanel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205575780430818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdSe-rc-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/utvgswqydLQ/s400/chanel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdSMdUWzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LezfWMo0_xM/s1600-h/Chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I dreamt in black and white, this is what it would look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-3462634359488215848?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3462634359488215848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-cant-express-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3462634359488215848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/3462634359488215848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-cant-express-awesome.html' title='Words can&apos;t express the Awesome. . .'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SdGdcDYlPJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gQYtH97RGvU/s72-c/Chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7702360223348721984</id><published>2009-03-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:09:54.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel Zoe'/><title type='text'>Oh Maigahd - I Die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scwf_KBdsTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GvPW8lep-rc/s1600-h/rachel-zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317660429900427570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scwf_KBdsTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GvPW8lep-rc/s200/rachel-zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScwfPeNDqwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c6UJL4Pvnik/s1600-h/rachel-zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he only TV i seem to be making time for lately is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rachel Zoe Project&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still love you Greys Anatomy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;, Project Runway and just quietly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gilmore Girls.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camp Zoe is &lt;em&gt;"Killing it on a whole other level"&lt;/em&gt; .. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OTT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I've been describing all things as either:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stupid.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahmah&lt;/span&gt;-zing or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FKIN&lt;/span&gt; Bah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nahnas&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to top things off I usually string them together in such a way that makes no sense whatsoever -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure my friends have had an earful and come the weekend I'll need to resort to a new celeb obsession, but until then I'm totally "Shutting it down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidebar:&lt;/strong&gt; Lets hope this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; result in me selling my kidney, left lung and a portion of my liver in order to acquire 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Birkins&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7702360223348721984?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7702360223348721984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-mahgahd-i-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7702360223348721984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7702360223348721984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-mahgahd-i-die.html' title='Oh Maigahd - I Die!'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scwf_KBdsTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GvPW8lep-rc/s72-c/rachel-zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-6611796459899285962</id><published>2009-03-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:24:39.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Crazytown, population YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou've just broken up with your boyfriend, your finally doing great when you hear he has a new love in his life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouch, Get the rope ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One minute your normal, the next you've switched into Crazy-Bitch-Ninja-007-Secret Spy mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You find yourself stalking friends of friends Facebook pages, trying to get a glimpse of her in the hopes that he's downgraded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You finally find it - WOOF! Shes fugly! (or so you tell yourself to lift your spirits, in reallity she's kinda cute and has bigger boobs than you . . . no wonder he loves her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you send her pic out on your morning emails to your girls, knowing that as your friends they will exaggerate her double chin to make you feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; the amount of juice you can get on someone when your determined, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;, crazy and curious enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scm_3051cKI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4T9fiTlKHA/s1600-h/NewsShoes_Jerry_Feb20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316991800902512802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scm_3051cKI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4T9fiTlKHA/s200/NewsShoes_Jerry_Feb20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your a click away from criminal charges - Stalk-zilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your obsessing.. so stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a minor setback, you've cried over this idiot enough so don't wallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get rid of your well worn copy of P.S I love you, and give Richard Mercer a rest for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a new haircut, or new outfit, &amp;amp; plan a weekend with the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flirt, but dont rebound..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish your ex well, he meant alot to you at one stage, be happy he's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now get the fuck out of that situation and live! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-6611796459899285962?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6611796459899285962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-crazytown-population-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6611796459899285962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/6611796459899285962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-crazytown-population-you.html' title='Welcome to Crazytown, population YOU!'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Scm_3051cKI/AAAAAAAAADw/W4T9fiTlKHA/s72-c/NewsShoes_Jerry_Feb20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7757305093144599958</id><published>2009-03-19T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:12:28.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ivy'/><title type='text'>Poolside Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315042916455956818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScLTX0lQQVI/AAAAAAAAACw/rGskO6fcJ9o/s320/Ivy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;midst the stress &amp;amp; chaos that come alongside working in the city, lies a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CBD&lt;/span&gt; haven like no other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy Pool Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met my girl W for after work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drinkies&lt;/span&gt;. Chilled out to relaxed tunes, fruity cocktails and cabana boy looking security guards. Grabbed a bite to eat poolside at Uccello's (which was actually pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to the 'ladies room' and in this case by ladies room I mean Unisex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Change Room&lt;/span&gt; - showers (big enough for two) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who creates toilets with their own bar/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt;/dance area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kudos Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hemmes x... Loves it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315086750957194002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScL7PU0wSxI/AAAAAAAAADY/b4fSpjw2Mco/s200/Ivy+T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082658844708722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScL3hIhHD3I/AAAAAAAAADA/djdq79RaXGs/s200/Ivy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082658044551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScL3hFiVoxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nBLdd6l_HGA/s200/Ivy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082660747878450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScL3hPm3IDI/AAAAAAAAADI/KT24HS62g-c/s200/Ivy+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-7757305093144599958?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7757305093144599958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/poolside-pasta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7757305093144599958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7757305093144599958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/poolside-pasta.html' title='Poolside Pasta'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScLTX0lQQVI/AAAAAAAAACw/rGskO6fcJ9o/s72-c/Ivy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-1091991882768843689</id><published>2009-03-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:07:37.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>DreamLover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScGwmw9hEdI/AAAAAAAAACo/G6urUEhbSNY/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723215298335186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScGwmw9hEdI/AAAAAAAAACo/G6urUEhbSNY/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e looks at you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look back &amp;amp; in that glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. .&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frozen in this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To him your his everything, hes your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a perfect world.. but a world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dis functional&lt;/span&gt; perfection just the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding comfort in his imperfections.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seems real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touchable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unimaginable&lt;/span&gt; kind of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a shivelrous man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woos you with lifes simple things like opening your doors, putting his coat over your sholders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a passionate man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a love of fine art, music and wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once a player, he's changed his ways, given up his globetrotting single social life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a life with you, he wants to show you the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fear presents itself as you realise that with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much comes the risk of loosing so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was all a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-1091991882768843689?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1091991882768843689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreamlover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1091991882768843689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1091991882768843689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreamlover.html' title='DreamLover'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScGwmw9hEdI/AAAAAAAAACo/G6urUEhbSNY/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7928947664056924625</id><published>2009-03-17T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:41:15.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>You're like my own personal brand of heroin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScBCQfk5CdI/AAAAAAAAACg/NknqxKZ0vUs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314320411418757586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScBCQfk5CdI/AAAAAAAAACg/NknqxKZ0vUs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t seems that I, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;along with the majority of my girlfriends, have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; an unhealthy obsession with all things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've fallen for the forbidden love factor. I think every girl (Including us independent types), long for the Idea of being rescued. . . We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; seem to want what we can't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to get my New Moon fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314320007772150258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScBB4_4CmfI/AAAAAAAAACY/FnqczDmO2Rs/s320/Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Team Jacob&lt;/strong&gt; - Because Edward doesn't make me sweat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; something wrong with you when your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crushin&lt;/span&gt;' on a 17 yr old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;werewolf&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4492626019088463867-7928947664056924625?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7928947664056924625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-t-seems-that-i-along-with-majority-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7928947664056924625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7928947664056924625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-t-seems-that-i-along-with-majority-of.html' title='You&apos;re like my own personal brand of heroin...'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/ScBCQfk5CdI/AAAAAAAAACg/NknqxKZ0vUs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-1357252595783768054</id><published>2009-03-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:27:20.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scum'/><title type='text'>Ode to a fool..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sb8z4QSZwII/AAAAAAAAACI/rP4uEc1UGk8/s1600-h/bytheballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314023126858317954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sb8z4QSZwII/AAAAAAAAACI/rP4uEc1UGk8/s320/bytheballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e were friends once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes have finally opened up to your deceitful ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying has become your primary means of communication, your funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mere joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So transparent you are, I see right through your stare, your voice, your laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're fake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trusted you, in a moment of weakness I came to you for comfort..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt so betrayed, so hurt, so ashamed.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; to blame, you and your eagerness to please &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the regret in your eyes, but you've surpassed forgiveness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel sorry you or for the mess you created. Your not worth my sympathy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gossip drives you .. It makes me sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thriving off other people's issues, and misfortunes to escape your &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;has you . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm embarrassed &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; you. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; defend yourself, or your friends, or for what is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's&lt;/em&gt; swept up in your bubble of lies, convinced of the idea that "I can trust him, It's others I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; trust".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;, If you trusted him, &lt;em&gt;Others&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be an issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think I've been defeated, your mistaken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stronger than ever, strong enough to shut you down with words strong enough to &lt;strong&gt;break you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bite my tongue now, not for you.. But for those I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But be weary I will reveal all if you challenge me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be scared... you're nobody, your nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-1357252595783768054?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1357252595783768054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-fool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1357252595783768054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/1357252595783768054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-fool.html' title='Ode to a fool..'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/Sb8z4QSZwII/AAAAAAAAACI/rP4uEc1UGk8/s72-c/bytheballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-74963689159714266</id><published>2009-03-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:32:59.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><title type='text'>Train Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbiI7_OQRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/VCvpMNjzTpU/s1600-h/Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312146324648379394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbiI7_OQRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/VCvpMNjzTpU/s320/Train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How close is too close when you find yourself wedged on the train in between an old skinny guy with a massive mo that spent most of the trip snorting and picking his nose, and a middle aged fat guy who fell asleep pretty much on me? It was more action than I'd get on a date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .Luckily. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Found my salvation in a Cosmo, a stick of gum and the fact I was sitting two seats behind some eye candy (yumm) and in no time, was at my stop.. phheeww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-74963689159714266?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/74963689159714266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/train-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/74963689159714266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/74963689159714266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/train-thoughts.html' title='Train Thoughts...'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbiI7_OQRAI/AAAAAAAAACA/VCvpMNjzTpU/s72-c/Train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-7123481313029807481</id><published>2009-03-10T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:42:07.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagerfeld'/><title type='text'>Barbie - The Fame Whore x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbcTvhHyf-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dbsYapCIt3I/s1600-h/Picture_72.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311735992572608482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbcTvhHyf-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dbsYapCIt3I/s320/Picture_72.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;h, how I miss the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The days when lifes dramas were a mix of Push Pops, Care Bears and Cabbage&lt;br /&gt;Patch Kids. The trivial debate of what she would wear, what mode of transport she should take (Horse drawn carriage, Caravan or Convertible), &amp;amp; which &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got to marry Ken that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Note: I was a girl that had about 40 Barbies and only one Ken. I created Outrageously scandalous scenarios &amp;amp; short lived relationships... hmm That explains ALOT!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311719883438563202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbcFF168H4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RTkWpGIkKUQ/s200/Picture_76.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ode to the countless wardrobe changes I've made and continue to make and in the spirit of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 50th I'm sporting hot pink nails to work today! They actually look FaB, and I'm not a massive pink nail fan.. &lt;/div&gt;Also, to mark Barbies 50th Mr.Lagerfeld has joined forces with Mattel to create a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Inspired range..(As pictured above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;arl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm totally having your glove wearing babies) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4492626019088463867-7123481313029807481?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7123481313029807481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-how-i-miss-good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7123481313029807481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/7123481313029807481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-how-i-miss-good-old-days.html' title='Barbie - The Fame Whore x'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbcTvhHyf-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dbsYapCIt3I/s72-c/Picture_72.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492626019088463867.post-8546103251650258159</id><published>2009-03-09T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:34:49.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"Quod me nutrit me destruit" - (What nourishes me, destroys me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbYBNgQBJII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QB7zspsBSKM/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311434142037124226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbYBNgQBJII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QB7zspsBSKM/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was young;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naive and young.. Un-hurt, un-touched, un-scarred.. I was new.&lt;br /&gt;You came in to my life, slightly older and in some ways wiser, I looked up to you, trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me things about myself nobody else could.. You made me set the bar higher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else could make me laugh so much, cry so much, love so much..&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I'm always innocent in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from you always made everything feel ok, kisses made the world fade.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in deep just to smell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years together, you knew me..&lt;br /&gt;you were my comfort zone, my security blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so hard to let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we left each other... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet magnetically were drawn back, each time loving and hating each other a little more..&lt;br /&gt;Your name lined my heart, no matter who else came in touch with it, your scent remained.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and we both grew, together and apart.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I needed to move on, I found my clarity in your absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like that.. you were gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exists to show us how much we can endure.&lt;br /&gt;To push us to our limits, to the point where were either better people with them, or without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would never be with you but will always remember the wanting..&lt;br /&gt;Your stories my dreamer, about a future someday..&lt;br /&gt;with thoughts of tomorrow, never today.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492626019088463867-8546103251650258159?l=kristinakiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8546103251650258159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quod-me-nutrit-me-destruit-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8546103251650258159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4492626019088463867/posts/default/8546103251650258159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinakiss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quod-me-nutrit-me-destruit-what.html' title='&quot;Quod me nutrit me destruit&quot; - (What nourishes me, destroys me)'/><author><name>Kristina x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10853560934348667364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4XaM1ujJ5aY/SbYBNgQBJII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QB7zspsBSKM/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
