<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:07:21.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with me in my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111718446657799884</id><published>2005-05-02T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T02:01:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday it is then...</title><content type='html'>Back to boring work!&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't I born into a rich family where I would be served on hands and foot? (or is it feet?)&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo... to make a short story short, today J came up with the mail. (nothing new it's his job after all).  But the funny bit was that he stopped to chat with me.  I tried to act cool, but being the centre of attraction whilst the other female collegues just gawked at him, made me a bit heady.  Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;1) He asked me what any ideas I have got for him to buy L as a birthday present.  (Next Friday it's her birthday, which I nearly quite forgotten!)  I suggested maybe a nice small soft toy and around his neck a silver necklace?&lt;br /&gt;2) He asked me to go out with them to eat in this restaurant that he has already booked.  I was about to refuse but then he told me that he has got a friend and wishes to meet me!  MEET ME??!! he must be crazy but I did not say so  :)&lt;br /&gt;So now we settled for this dinner for next Friday!  I still have to buy L her present and I know just what to buy her.  She's hooked on Joanne Harris (yep the one that wrote Chocolait) and so probably I will buy her two or three books from this author!  Nice eh?  :)&lt;br /&gt;Homefront is quite the same.  S is studying really hard whilst E... well she is another story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111718446657799884?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111718446657799884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111718446657799884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718446657799884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718446657799884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-it-is-then.html' title='Friday it is then...'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111718395187099485</id><published>2005-05-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:52:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new month!</title><content type='html'>And of course it is a public holiday!  Hurray for being a worker (as it is worker's day), but BOOOOOO for being on a Sunday!  Just my luck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was to go to the Monti in Rabat!  The sun was shinning bright that it gave me a headache!  Bought two new handbags, sunglasses, multi coloured scarf and a belt!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my sister's husband's mother, for she invited all of my family to eat at her house. &lt;br /&gt;This kunjata of my sister's has only two sons.  The eldest is married to my sister whilst the other has emigrated to Canada!  So, sometimes she just wishes to cook for a whole breed of hungry persons!  And she is the finest Maltese cook on the island!&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you people out there jealous we ate : lasagna, roast pork with those crunchy potatoes, peas, carrots (already could not move at this point), then strawberry gateau she makes (mmmaaa soooo sinful), then some peanuts and nuts and then... (so full at this point that all my body is aching), coffee and some alcohol to make your stomach back to its full glory (as if!).  This made me think.  Are we (the Maltese race) such food lovers?  With this 'ikla' we could have fed a whole army from Africa!  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, was too bulged out to do anything else so I slept and slept and slept.  Just woke up to write in this blog and going back to sleep!  :P&lt;br /&gt;But on the whole enjoyed myself...&lt;br /&gt;Ah!  Before I forgot, L phoned me to tell me she found me another perfect blind date!  Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;And for the moment, the phone calls on my mobile just stopped!  Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111718395187099485?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111718395187099485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111718395187099485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718395187099485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718395187099485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-month.html' title='a new month!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111718249077260001</id><published>2005-04-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:28:10.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just as well...</title><content type='html'>Just as well I am not going out.  Weather is horrible... and I know he won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;Just as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you said and done,&lt;br /&gt;you might not be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I cared for you from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;But you made me go over my limits&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think it was not you&lt;br /&gt;To make me sigh and dream the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of all the roads ahead&lt;br /&gt;I just chose the bad one,&lt;br /&gt;Instead....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poetry muse  :(  feeling very edgy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111718249077260001?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111718249077260001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111718249077260001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718249077260001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111718249077260001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-as-well.html' title='just as well...'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111589735720048503</id><published>2005-04-29T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:29:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a shame  :(</title><content type='html'>Could not wait all day to just leave and be in the pub. &lt;br /&gt;Imagined all day what to wear, what type of make-up to put on, what kind of accessories I had to match my handbag / shoes...&lt;br /&gt;I even had a bath!  It has been ages since my last bath.  (For all of you out there who are thinking about how much my smell is, let me tell you something:- I shower everyday thank you very much!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I did not even stop by and play with little niece.  Just rushed out of the house and just went to the pub.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;he was not there!  His friend was, though, and he informed me that A is not feeling very well.  Infact got flu or something.  A kind of virus in the air that is attacking everyone...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this virus with him, but ended sharing some drinks with his friend, instead.  We really got on together and though he was nice I tried to keep him at arm's length!&lt;br /&gt;What a shame!  Another weekend up in fumes....&lt;br /&gt;s**t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111589735720048503?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111589735720048503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111589735720048503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589735720048503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589735720048503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-shame.html' title='What a shame  :('/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111589695545181404</id><published>2005-04-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:22:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too excited!!!!</title><content type='html'>Too excited for this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I really hope he will be there!&lt;br /&gt;My home and work lives are miserable so I need a light in this tunnel of darkness!  :(&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please God!&lt;br /&gt;Hear my plea and let him be there...&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be a good girl and stop smoking entirely, and will go to mass every sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Just make him come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111589695545181404?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111589695545181404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111589695545181404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589695545181404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589695545181404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/too-excited.html' title='too excited!!!!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111589674525368829</id><published>2005-04-27T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:19:05.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck....????</title><content type='html'>Lately I been having a lot of strange mobile phones.  The number is still the same - private number - and all I hear is strange noises from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Am I being stalked or something?  Would really wish to place a name to this person, for it is really scary, plus I know that all my friends would never do such a thing.  I thought about the twins, but as naughty as they might be, I still can not immagine them to play such a trick!&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought that T (my blind date) would have something to do with it.  However, I never ever gave him my mobile phone.  And L promised me that she did not, whilst I know for sure that J does not know it!&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind wandered on A.  Maybe he is too shy to speak to me on the phone.  Once I said his name but the voice who said, "No!  It's not him!" was not him for sure.  A does not have a squeeky voice!&lt;br /&gt;If this continues, I have to go to the police or something...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I am still eager to see A this weekend... &lt;br /&gt;Will he be there?  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Will he remember me?  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Will he ask me out?  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;What i know for certain is my little twin sisters decided that this weekend they are coming with me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!!!???&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* *sigh* *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111589674525368829?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111589674525368829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111589674525368829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589674525368829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589674525368829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-heck.html' title='what the heck....????'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111589595930081448</id><published>2005-04-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:07:24.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend!</title><content type='html'>Here I am finally! In my blessed home with all of its bad karma. But still! Here I am and pleased about it!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend turned out beautifully - weather speaking. On Saturday I woke up early and packed some things to take with me. J &amp;amp; L came to pick me up and we went to Selmun. Great place, quiet... very, very quiet!&lt;br /&gt;Though the scenary is indescribable! All the greenery... Birds singing (those that are still not hunted by the Kaccaturi)! The sea in the darkest shade of blue...&lt;br /&gt;And then there was J's cousin. Could not see any resemblance. Where J is cute, T (his name) is not that handsome but has a great sense of humour that I and I repeat I made him forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, we shook hands. There were two camps, one for us ladies the other for the men. We did a bbq in the evening, but the food did not cook right, 'cos no one of us is a chef expert. Sunday morning we went for a long walk and then it was when it hit me!!!! I was in the wilderness and no sanitary facilities! I wanted to die... But instead killed them! :(&lt;br /&gt;The mosquitos, the flies, everything sticking to you, no fresh water... Could go on for ages! I made their life miserable, including mine as well...&lt;br /&gt;So when it was scheduled that we go home on Sunday late in the evening, I was home early in the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Guess so long for my intended blind date, though J really laughed about all these hassles.&lt;br /&gt;To give L time to forget all about it and to feel the cosiness of my soft mattress again, today I took it leave! :)&lt;br /&gt;No more camping for me. The twins were right on this, bless their heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111589595930081448?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111589595930081448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111589595930081448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589595930081448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111589595930081448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111563746630895992</id><published>2005-04-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:17:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...!</title><content type='html'>Today was a bit of.... strange!  Since L told me she was going out with J (the mailboy), I was really, really hectic and have not seen him for a long time, 'cos usually I would be locked up inside the boardroom taking notes for the memos, agendas etc...&lt;br /&gt;So today, when I was sipping my coffee and thinking about what might have happened to A for not phoning me (now I am in that stage when I try to recall what I might have said or did to annoy him for him never wanting to see me again!), I hear J calling me with my real name!&lt;br /&gt;I glanced up to see him standing in front of me.  Oh!  He looked quite good.  Lucky, lucky L...!!&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, long time no see!" he told me with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;After I explained that I was a very busy girl, he handed me the mail and for an instance our hands brushed.  Electricity seemed to pass between us, whilst I snatched my hand back.  On the other hand, he looked quite composed.&lt;br /&gt;He left and I found myself answering twenty telephones - one after the other!  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;At around two, L gave me a call, saying that I should go with them camping this weekend!  At first I was to refuse, for I really wished to see A and confront him.  But, on second thoughts, I explained that even if I went, I would feel like a fish out of a bowl, for they were a couple, whilst I was as single as a... (can't think of anything to put here!)&lt;br /&gt;L still insisted that I should go, for J came with this brilliant idea to make me a blind date with his cousin!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Could I refuse?  Nope, I could find no plausible excuse!  So I decided that after all, I can give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;The only set-back is that I am not a camping-sort-of-person and when S and E found out about it, they were on the floor laughing their eyes out!  The ba****ds!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111563746630895992?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111563746630895992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111563746630895992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111563746630895992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111563746630895992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111563662295004947</id><published>2005-04-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:03:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed *sigh*</title><content type='html'>I waited all of yesterday for him to phone.  But, as you might have guessed, he did not!  Maybe he was too busy to have time to phone me.  Maybe a hello? How are you?  I really enjoyed myself, when can I meet you again?...  that kind of stuff...  But he didn't and I do not wish to ponder on it anylonger.  However I do all the time  :(&lt;br /&gt;All my enthusiasm to share with L the good news that I found a perfect guy, turned out to be a whole disillusionment.  Jeez!  When will I ever grow up?&lt;br /&gt;S and E kept nagging me if he called.  I replied in the negative.  S told me not to call him myself, whilst E insisted that as we are equal now, I should.  When I told her that I DO NOT HAVE HIS MOBILE, she slammed my bedroom door, only to re-appear five minutes later with the yellow pages to phone the pub and ask them about their clients!  As if.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So here I am...  alone... in this world... with no one to love...&lt;br /&gt;UFFA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111563662295004947?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111563662295004947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111563662295004947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111563662295004947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111563662295004947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/annoyed-sigh.html' title='annoyed *sigh*'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111529519559338220</id><published>2005-04-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:21:49.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday... and what AAAAA Fever!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was soooo extraordinary!&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Had to take S for her private lessons. Had to take E for a shopping spree but ended me buying clothes instead. Which was fantastic! I lost 7 kilos and now it is really showing. This summer I am going to be sooooo sexy :)&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Just slept! Had to regain my beauty sleep and for once, everyone left me in peace. It was around seven that I woke up and prepared myself. Had two sms's from my friends. T had to babysit at the last minute :( whilst K was not feeling soooo well :( I had lost hope to go out when my double trouble sisters suggested that they could both come with me :)&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a renowed designer hipster jeans, a deep red skinny top and for the grand finale - a short black jacket! I had to admire myself for I looked quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I could not find any parking space, even though my little brown mini eventually inserts itself anywhere, but it looked like we would have to walk a lot. It was during the second round that E spotted what seemed a girlfriend stomping away and the boyfriend angrily inserting himself in a Renault and shrieking his tyres as he fled - the right opportunity for me to park! Yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not have taken my sisters to this pub, but I could not resist the temptation to see him again. Thus, we entered only to be met by a half empty bar!&lt;br /&gt;E began to grumble that there was not enough action, whilst S grumbled that she was hungry. We were about to leave, when... yes! he turned up!&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous as ever, wearing italian-style and I am a sucker for that kind of attire. It included: designer jeans, white open shirt, black blazer and a tie. I noticed he was wearing a dark brown cowboy boots that shows how wild he might be if given half the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to act as if I did not know where he was, but invertibly my eyes kept going on him.  However, he did not move from his usual place - the ba****d!&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing with S where she wanted to go and eat when I realised E was nowhere to be seen.  Glanced around.  Gulp!  Double Gulp!  Ggggrrrrr as it dawned on me that she was happily conversing with him.  As if by magic, they both turned my way!  Of all the cheekiness in this world...&lt;br /&gt;To cut story short (as I am yawning and rubbing my eyes) me and him went out to have dinner.  Of course, with E with S and with his two buddies as well! &lt;br /&gt;But it was great.  I gave him my mobile number.  Will he phone?  will tell you soon.&lt;br /&gt;nite nite&lt;br /&gt;do not let the bed bugs bite........ &lt;br /&gt;*a very happy sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111529519559338220?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111529519559338220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111529519559338220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111529519559338220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111529519559338220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-and-what-aaaaa-fever.html' title='Saturday... and what AAAAA Fever!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111528777531470282</id><published>2005-04-13T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:25:15.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What!!!!!????</title><content type='html'>Today, L decided that we are not dedicating so much time together and so she informed me that we should try and go somewhere and have a cappuccino together.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, after work, I prepared myself as best as I could (for today we had a conference and was really tight scheduled) and headed myself to this little cafetteria that I adore and which is in Attard (next to church).&lt;br /&gt;She was already there waiting for me with that you-late-again! look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered some cakes and the cappuccino and as I was sipping it slowly, her face took a serious expression as she placed the cup neatly on its saucer and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"(&lt;u&gt;my name - which begins with D),&lt;/u&gt; I got something to confess!"&lt;br /&gt;At first I got that chilly feeling running through my spine. What could she had done?&lt;br /&gt;"I know I have been neglecting you lately. I hope you will pardon me once you know why!"&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her to continue, whilst she munched on the apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;"I am going out with this guy..."&lt;br /&gt;I did not let her finish as I congratulated her over and over again! At least one of us will not be looked down upon ever again for being 30 and not having a guy in her life.&lt;br /&gt;"And you know him...!" she continued with a loud, deep sigh.&lt;br /&gt;First image: that gorgeous guy at the Irish Pub. Second image: roaming inside my head for any other guy I have neglected lately and that my friend had grabbed instantly.&lt;br /&gt;"It's J! The mailboy as you call him..." she explained exasperatly as I just starred at her.&lt;br /&gt;"No way!" was my response as if in ... wow! you lucky, lucky girl for having the fortune of having such a guy... and we work together for crying out loud! How did I not suspect anything? Have I been THAT kind of busy?&lt;br /&gt;Instead she understood me as if in... no way you are going to have him! He is mine you B***H!!&lt;br /&gt;Thus hence forward, I had to explain to her what I really meant. And from nearly enemies, once more we became the best of friends as I blessed them both with all of my heart (and I really meant it, for those who portray me differently)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111528777531470282?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111528777531470282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111528777531470282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528777531470282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528777531470282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/what.html' title='What!!!!!????'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111528555447636380</id><published>2005-04-10T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:24:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy like Sunday Morning!</title><content type='html'>Just woke up!&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend! What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Heq-hemm...&lt;br /&gt;Went out again to same place (the Irish Pub) and that cute guy was leaning against the bar with a Lager in his hand whilst chatting with two other budies. Oh! He looked cuter and sexier than last time.&lt;br /&gt;Info on him:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'9" - 6'1" (not good at calculating height, however he is TALL!)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Even under the jacket his muscles are defined&lt;br /&gt;Face: Greyish (hawk-like) eyes, two bushy yet defined eyebrows, Greek nose (though not to harsh) and kissable, kissable lips!&lt;br /&gt;Description is not enough. You should really, really see him. He looks like a model and forget the mail boy, he looks an amateur next to him. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So... We got in and to our dismay we could not find an empty table. That's when T (one of my new friends) brought up a brillant idea - to move on!&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my luck. Then I suggested that at least we should try and buy at least one drink and finally they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;We went to stand near him (my height only up to his shoulders) and tried to act cool but 1) my drink got spilled on the new, white, cherished, not-so-affordable, sister's blouse and 2) when he tried to chat with me I choked on the diet pepsi and could not breath!&lt;br /&gt;Then and there, I grabbed my friends' hands and hauled them out.&lt;br /&gt;No plans for tonight. Just checking my luck where it has gone to. Only my double-trouble sisters give me the energy to keep on fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111528555447636380?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111528555447636380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111528555447636380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528555447636380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528555447636380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy like Sunday Morning!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-111528320727819133</id><published>2005-04-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:24:17.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray for popcorns!</title><content type='html'>The days seemed never to end. The inspiration of mum arranging first one room then all the others prompted me to begin an interior designing course and thus making me very busy whilst I have to search for pictures for my mood and theme boards, elevation drawings, painting... Such stuff, though such fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know you would be wondering what happened to me and my 'mail boy'. After one month, three days and 7 hours (not counting eh), he managed to see that all that glitters is not gold after all! And so he left her, though the rumours were that daddy's girl deserved better.&lt;br /&gt;So... I was in seventh heaven, until he went out that same Saturday, got drunk and is now going out with a brunette to kill for! :(&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my chances vanish in thin air, I decided to search for a guy myself and keep him. Yeep! So, one week ago, I went out with two new friends I acquired from the course and we hit it great! We went to this Irish Pub and tried to relax and look cool.&lt;br /&gt;They brought us some appetisers, one being a bowl of popcorn! Can you believe it... Yam Yam, but still being on a diet {and smoking again :( }, we ended up throwing these little puffy white things to gorgoeus guys!&lt;br /&gt;Being a bit dizzy with alcohol and not aiming right, one stuck in this handsome guy's hair! My friends were laughing with tears on the floor, whilst I had to walk over to him, excuse myself and taking it off his dark, black hair.&lt;br /&gt;He turned his head slowly and the nicest pair of grey eyes stared back at me with confusion. I could hardly talk, let alone turn and walk away. I smiled at him, glanced down at this popcorn and of all the things I could have done, I just popped it in my mouth and ate it, which confused him even more! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, we were rushing out to grab a cab when he came to stand infront of me. I tried to duck him, but he stood firmly planted before me.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you forgot these," he explained as he handed me a plastic bag full of popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;"Those are not mine!" I protested as I tried to rush out and reach my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a grin appear along his sexy lips and a twinkle appeared in his eyes (or was it the alcohol working?)&lt;br /&gt;"Then I have to eat them alone" and with that left my side.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the chilly outdoors I realised that he was trying to befriend me! But it was too late...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* *sigh* *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-111528320727819133?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/111528320727819133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=111528320727819133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528320727819133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/111528320727819133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/04/hurray-for-popcorns.html' title='Hurray for popcorns!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110815530913923827</id><published>2005-02-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T03:08:45.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been such a long time since I logged on the internet. Do not blame me, please. All my mother's fault and all those interior designing programmes. *sigh* She wanted to "innovate the house with new ideas" and so I had to stay a long time at my sis for my room was transformed into a boxroom with all the other room's furniture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway... Two days ago I found out that the mail guy is going out with my boss's daughter. She is the type that everyone envies. Model figure, immaculate nails, stylish clothes, last-style hair... Everything that us other immortals just dream about. So lately, he doesn't even glance at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why me? Why all the luck in the world has abondaned me, whilst my dreams are still vivid and lively? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To make matters worse, my twin sisters have found a new hobby - that to torment and to kill me softly and slowly. I have found out (by chance) that whilst rummaging in my room by incident they found my diary. Jeez, the horror I have to go through every day by being blackmailed if I do not agree with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example. E loves lamb. S so and so, whilst I simply hate the taste of it. Last Sunday, Mum wanted to cook something special before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Mum, it's been such a long time since you roasted a chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum: Oh sweet. You have to wait as E already planned your Sunday menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: (a bit concerned) What kind of menu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum: Roasted lamb with roast potatoes, peas and stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Oh mum! You know I hate it. Can't you cook it another time when maybe I might be abroad (wishful thinking but all the same) or even out with my friends (which lately I do not have as much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E: Mum have you read the newspaper later. Some things are simply incredible... Like that article stating that 10% of young ladies lie about their virginity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: (gulbing once, twice, thrice...) Ok mum. Lamb will be fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;End of chapter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110815530913923827?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110815530913923827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110815530913923827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110815530913923827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110815530913923827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110633428235138519</id><published>2005-01-21T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:04:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning of another weekend</title><content type='html'>Just was very busy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Used more the internet to search for my favourite cartoons - sailor moon and i got stuck in them.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, except, wait...  mmm today.&lt;br /&gt;First had loads of meetings (to take minutes) but they were interesting and met loads of new faces (finally).  Jeez, sometimes can not believe that we live on a very, very small island and all these people crop up.  But enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally did get to have a break, I went to the canteen and guess what.  There was my mail boy all smiling and he came over me just to say hi.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;He did not see me today as I was locked all day in the board room.&lt;br /&gt;Today, J (my sis) phoned me to go and see little one as poor thing has got runny nose and fever.  :( &lt;br /&gt;But I played with her (as a good aunty should) and I even finished painting her some colourful animals.  Btw us, they looked more like abstract art than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the tought that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Preparing myself to go out with twins.  Keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110633428235138519?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110633428235138519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110633428235138519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110633428235138519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110633428235138519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/beginning-of-another-weekend.html' title='the beginning of another weekend'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110608438717483166</id><published>2005-01-18T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T05:10:12.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff* *atttiiiiiiisssssssssshhhhhhjjjjuuuuuuu*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you miss me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Briefing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday was washing day. Tried to avoid mum and brilliant ideas to wash here and wash there. Times like this hate being a woman. Went out. Nothing interesting happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday was the day for me to sleep, sleep and sleep. Woke up only to eat and drink. When I remembered that I quit smoking (for me brava and did not smoke on saturday... ok... ok... lying took only one with my fav drink)... Anyway, when I did remember about cigarettes, I went to sleep more. Had to go to church only to stop hearing mum nagging and complaining about the different ways that I will end up scorched in hell, if I do not give my other sisters a good example. *Hate being eldest, uffa* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday - ha ha working day. Enthusiastic to see cute guy. Took ages to make myself more presentable than usual. Was all smiling and cheerful, for hey, more action seem to happen during the week than at weekends. Big surprise! Old Director told me I looked quite alright for my age (the cheek, and yes me being 30, but I do not look them, honestly!). Another big surprise. My cute guy (who I know his name and will from hence onwards call him J) is on SICK! How could he get sick on me????!!! *puzzled frown*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here I am today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling sad, feeling blue and want something interesting to happen to me soon, or else I am definetly going to make havoc in Heaven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeez! Twins are teasing each other. Hate when this happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Question: Why do our neighbours know exactly when we have been abroad, without us mentioning anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Answer: 'Cos of the silence that reigns down the street!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Deep heavy sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110608438717483166?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110608438717483166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110608438717483166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110608438717483166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110608438717483166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/sniff-atttiiiiiiisssssssssshhhhhhjjjju.html' title='*sniff* *atttiiiiiiisssssssssshhhhhhjjjjuuuuuuu*'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110573433743508258</id><published>2005-01-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:25:37.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up answering alarm clock with 'Helloooowww!  Hellowwwww!' four times than realising that mobile was ringing from the other side of the bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was L screaming with anguish.  I jolted out of bed, put on what I could find, grapped a piece of toast and rushed out to her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although Malta is not that big, the traffic jams are enormous and L lives in another town about twenty minutes away.  So twenty minutes away + about fifteen minutes in traffic jam = a very destroyed, angry looking, fearless she-gender ready to pounce on every individual who tries to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a)   cross the street five paces away from zebra crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b)  exists from a side street and trying to insert himself/herself in your line and in front of you, if you please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      whilst blocking the other side as well *ggggrrrrrrrr*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c)   take the morning very calmly as if he is driving on a sunday afternoon! (these are the over 55's old male!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I arrived at L's flat I found her nearly out of her wits.  She had fallen from the stairs and was thinking that she had broken her arm.  Tried my best to rush her to hospital and quieten her fears, but L was quite out of control.  So I did the next sensible thing and gave her &lt;a href="http://www.bachflower.com/rescue_remedy.htm"&gt;rescue remedy&lt;/a&gt;!  For the time being she seemed ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phoned work.  L was excused.  Me...  well it's another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entered the emergency room.  Had to wait like AGES and after A WHILE, they took an x-ray of L's broken arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were about ten doctors, all of them on the go, very young and yes gorgeous.  It was our turn and L seemed better and even began to joke, so we made a bet with each other who would come to us (after all both of us are not bad looking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our prayer was answered by the most, fantastically, incredible, out-of-this-world, nerdly doctor you can ever imagine!  Of all the luck in this world...  But he was good in his work.... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me had to go to work after I accompanied L back to her house.  She has two weeks with gibs on and then she has to go for another visit...  Went to work to find loads of paper for typing and had to stay there two hours (and no overtime) for the time lost.  *Jeez*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Home was worst...  Just in my pj's and ready to :)....  zzzzzzzzzz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110573433743508258?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110573433743508258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110573433743508258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110573433743508258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110573433743508258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/of-all.html' title='Of all the....'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110573325070654172</id><published>2005-01-13T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:07:30.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no comments pls</title><content type='html'>Just a sweet and fast entry, 'cos I am more than tiried infact I am destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Was at work, scrutinising the clock every five minutes till eleven thirty (am).  Every lady in the office had her eyes on the main door.&lt;br /&gt;At eleven and twenty-five, silence began to reign.  You could hear the deep breathing of the female gender, the slow, lazy clip-clip of the keyboard, the annoying rhytmical sound of a pencil being tapped on the desk...  As we simply waited...  And waited...&lt;br /&gt;And finally he came in!  He walked over to my desk in his leisure stroll with his carrier bag.  He looked inside his blue, heavy bag and looked at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him:  "Good morning"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me:  An acknowledged sign with a nod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Him: "Erm... Bad news today.  Not so much mail as usual."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Mouth dry, tongue pasted to roof of mouth and squeaky voice, "No problem.  Better still fantastic, you could do this every day...  Like lose the mail (a puzzled look from him).  I meant, ha ha ha (very stiff laughter) of course you do not lose mail....  But still you can burn my mail so that I will not have a lot to do! (another curious glance from him)  Oh Jeez! (shut mouth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he placed the mail and leapt, literally leapt away from me as if I had the chicken pox or something.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did I learn today? -----&gt; to keep my silly jokes to myself and my big mouth shut!  *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110573325070654172?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110573325070654172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110573325070654172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110573325070654172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110573325070654172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-comments-pls.html' title='no comments pls'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110556305576214938</id><published>2005-01-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:50:55.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboom!</title><content type='html'>Let me start from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;I phoned L, I e-mailed L, I sent word with collegues... just to find out that she was on vacation leave!  Of all the days!  So I had to do what I had to do...   Stay quiet in my place and wait for the mail, which came on time :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeps! He is the talk of all the office apart the first big gossip - that of the director.  But he was my silver lining in a day full of work and fatigue... *ehh*&lt;br /&gt;Today my sis S walked into my room and closed the door.  A scarry experience especially if it is S when everyone knows that E is the trouble maker.   But I heaved a deep sigh when she only wanted to know if next Sat I am free.  Of course I am!  It's been ages since I have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;After the break-up with my ex, I went out to party, have fun and forget but now, I search for the refuge of my house.  Getting old I guess.&lt;br /&gt;From a household of six (including J, even though she is married and supposedly living in her own house) I am the only one to drive.   My little brown bug I call her... A small mini minor that is only good for a museum but its my life and my love.&lt;br /&gt;So S asked me if I could accompany her to her private lesson and I had to give in - after all she has got a point - that I do not have a life.&lt;br /&gt;Went with S.  Felt anger built inside me, too much traffic jam, no cigarettes...  Arrived.  Loads of youngsters waiting.  A cute guy waved to S.  She blushed and when I tried to involve her in a conversation who might he be, she only shrugged and got out.&lt;br /&gt;Came home.  E was fighting with dad.  Dad wants to see the news, E wanted to see the football game of Man U vs Chelsea.  Jeez, me got out in time before mum mentioned the P word - plates for washing.&lt;br /&gt;Missing cigarettes.  Hating me for having to quit.  Went to supermarket to buy some things.  Had to pay Lm0.03c for every plastic bag I took.  Next time, mother's carrier basket - it's free, it's safe and bold red.&lt;br /&gt;But better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;S just arrived from private lessons with bus.  Better start writing something if I really want to be a good writer and very, very rich for I did not win the Super 5.&lt;br /&gt;The nos that were drawn were:  38, 25, 3, 6, 21&lt;br /&gt;Me had                                              :   37, 25, 3, 7, 41&lt;br /&gt;I *cried out loud* banged my head on the wall and just resigned myself that tomorrow I have to go to work and just gawk at the gorgeous guy.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110556305576214938?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110556305576214938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110556305576214938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110556305576214938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110556305576214938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/kaboom.html' title='Kaboom!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110547754188235396</id><published>2005-01-10T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T02:52:20.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heq hmmm....</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet for a time. Mum is just two doors up the street sleeping with J as her hubby is abroad on work. Right...&lt;br /&gt;Dad went to sleep early (he deserves a whole bed once in a while) *hihihihihi*.&lt;br /&gt;Twins are out partying or something... Jeez they always seem to be enjoying themselves those two.&lt;br /&gt;Call me boring, but a good cup of coffee with no sugar (yeah right, new year, new diet!) and a great book 'the flame and the flower' is all that I need!&lt;br /&gt;I got something with guys with green eyes. yam, yam...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, true love is hard to find these days.&lt;br /&gt;However... I suppose angels do really exist.&lt;br /&gt;Today Director had all important meetings outside building (yippee) so I was prepared beforehand: jeans, cosy shoes and a top which (btw us had seen better days!)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, me was typing this pile of letters when a very masculine voice greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around to be met by two sparkling, incredible eyes.  I think he thought me a simpleton as I just starred long and hard at him with open mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He is our new mail-boy (but more of a man than a boy)  *yyyyyiiiiiiiipppppppeeeeee* and definetly my silver lining in the grey hours of work  :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow must talk to L (my best friend at work) as she knows everything on everyone (she is a virgo)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Better start looking good for tomorrow.  Got to file nails and find something better to wear *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110547754188235396?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110547754188235396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110547754188235396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110547754188235396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110547754188235396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/heq-hmmm.html' title='heq hmmm....'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073461.post-110539512695383411</id><published>2005-01-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:12:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I heard a lot about this blog thing and I want to experiment with it.  It will be my daily dairy sort of thing...&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with today. &lt;br /&gt;As usual, my twin sisters aka 'double trouble' entered my bedroom to sort out all of my clothes.  I was still dizzy after the weekend so I was in a kind of trance when I opened one eye and let them roam as much as they wanted.  Last Saturday I bought some new clothes for myself (from the sales, heavenly!!!!), but alas, I have to be the last one to wear the 'my-not-so-new-clothes'.  Anyway, I am over that fact now that I am older and wiser.  (Just hate fighting already lost battles, especially when you have two as adversaries).&lt;br /&gt;My morning was completed when J (the sister after me as I am the eldest) brought her daughter at my mom's house so that my father (who is a pensioner and wishes nothing else than to be left in peace) to take care of her! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Soooo...  Like most Mondays I was late for work and like most other Mondays I began to feel the weekend blues.&lt;br /&gt;Did not have too much work (Thank God) and could just focus on the huge pile of letters to be typed, but I love typing so it was no big deal.  The rumours are on again...  Our Director's contract is about to expire and at the office we are all awaiting for the next...  I &lt;em&gt;hopefully hope&lt;/em&gt; that he would be young, good looking, have a good sense of humour and yes... erm, will fall in love with me? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;At least, I can day-dream, for it is definetly not a sin and if he will resemble Ben Afflick, than the better *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;Was doing well until one of the assistants M, told me that FS wanted my post as personal secretary to the coming Director.  Bet she does, but I am not that willing to give her my place.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, dead tiried.  Mum was still cooking dinner whilst asked me to help in the washing of the dishes!  Me!!??  She could have asked S (very intelligent sis - studying to be a doctor) and E (erm... opposite to S though similar in shape and face and very, very naughty that I will not go there) who were sniggering and chuckling behind my back on something that they had been doing. *sigh* *sigh* *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am on my pc that I managed to buy lately, with door locked but I got a strange feeling in my guts that they will soon find out how to meddle with this...&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I need a place for myself to call my own.  Any kind-hearted voluntary person out there to give me a refuge?&lt;br /&gt;I know I am joking (in a way) but today on my e-mail I recieved a picture of a two year old who happened to be at the wrong time, in the wrong place when the tsunami occured and both of his parents are lost.  He is missing them...  Poor, poor dear...!  :(&lt;br /&gt;I can not help him in any other way, than to promise, that tonight, I will pray for him so that at least he will find a good home full with laughter, warmth and love...  He definetly needs it more than I do! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10073461-110539512695383411?l=dwriter.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/feeds/110539512695383411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10073461&amp;postID=110539512695383411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110539512695383411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10073461/posts/default/110539512695383411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwriter.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-world.html' title='hello world!'/><author><name>writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01984917749487887014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13056696295183974057'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>