<?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-2023444215562413647</id><updated>2009-11-12T00:49:07.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love affair with pink</title><subtitle type='html'>My escape from the madness of everyday life while jotting down the things that might seem obsolete at first but turn out to be the very essence of who i am. That and randomness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1751384555235610369</id><published>2008-11-11T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:12:04.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project A = Olive Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage"....&lt;/span&gt; Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olivefarmdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://olivefarmdesigns.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thanks to all those who've supported me in this new chapter of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1751384555235610369?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1751384555235610369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1751384555235610369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1751384555235610369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1751384555235610369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/11/project-olive-farm.html' title='Project A = Olive Farm'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-4923233257031054848</id><published>2008-10-07T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:37:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night a few frens including my beloved hubby, baby sister and I headed out for a night on the town since coming out of hibernation otherwise known as Ramadan. I got the usual jolts of excitement as I played dress up with Novi and not even the fierce winds outside could diminish my energized mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However these feelings all slowing began to disappear as I stood there watching my surroundings in Metros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Young girls wearing dresses that didn’t leave much to the imagination all standing around posing as they pretend to be shocked when guys approach them and even more, offended. I mean c’mon, who are they kidding?! You’re dressed like that to get notice right? So why the mean face when greasy guys fueled with alcohol slither over and hit on you with their slurring words? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If it wasn’t that that bugged me, it was definitely the ‘cool’ guys who also had poses of their own. I admit I DID giggle when they all started busting out their macho dance moves to impress the hot looking ladies or their encouraging friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I watched the world go by it started to dawn on me that I really &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;be too old for this scene. Something inside was telling me there and then that this isn’t how I wanna spend my sat nights, however I don’t wanna stay at home in my pjs either, well… maybe on some occasions when I’m feeling particularly lazy and wanna stay in with the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean, I don’t mind getting all dolled up for a night on the town but clubbing…. Ehhhh. From now on I think I’ll stick to dinners and fabulous bars with comfy lounges where I can sit and veg out with good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll see. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-4923233257031054848?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/4923233257031054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=4923233257031054848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/4923233257031054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/4923233257031054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-vintage.html' title='Feeling Vintage'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1999437816846615683</id><published>2008-09-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:28:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hubby is away for 2 days volunteering as a facilitator at a youth camp for Rotary. Such a good samaritan he is, where as I have been lounging around at home in my uggys, watching dvds and snacking on food that seem to be a good idea at the time but I know I will suffer for later. However I’m not the only one living a life of indulgence, my lovely sistas have come over to join the crusade. Yay slumber party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently I snore! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gasp&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So says Tash who couldn’t get to sleep last night despite her best efforts. Granted I am alil sick with a cold which the hubby lovingly gave to me before he went away but still… waaaaah! Now I cant keep giving Eddee crap. Im contemplating NOT getting better before he comes back so he can have a taste of his own medicine. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Marriage is nothing if not waking up in the morning and seeing if you still love the one sleeping next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1999437816846615683?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1999437816846615683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1999437816846615683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1999437816846615683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1999437816846615683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-noise.html' title='Pink Noise'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-593589092011421151</id><published>2008-09-10T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:31:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i HEART etsy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in my hunt to find all things girly and marvelous ive stumbled onto this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;website – etsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how, oh how is it possible that a person like me, who claims to be on the inside of the design industry, not know about this site sooner? i have no idea! shame livvy dear *tisk tisk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site offers glorious handmade items from all across the globe ranging from jewellery, fashion, accessories, to original art works. it’s a wonderful source of inspiration, seeing what’s out there and a lovely platform to sell my pieces if I ever decide to actually create ‘pieces’. til then im happy being a customer and so far have picked up some gorgeous items at great prices, considering they’re one offs and handmade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh…. the girly girl from within feels all giddy with excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SMipc_qA2zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U5LotVuTH5M/s1600-h/pouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244628081662024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SMipc_qA2zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U5LotVuTH5M/s320/pouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cute pouch from odds&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;blobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SMimN1o4-II/AAAAAAAAAFE/5cHd5YtYPpw/s1600-h/pouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-593589092011421151?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/593589092011421151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=593589092011421151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/593589092011421151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/593589092011421151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-etsy.html' title='i HEART etsy!'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SMipc_qA2zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U5LotVuTH5M/s72-c/pouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-7577470659479302880</id><published>2008-08-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:56:37.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>light bulb moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SLh61GvjeLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N6J2zr2q7D8/s1600-h/light+bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240073219207297202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SLh61GvjeLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N6J2zr2q7D8/s320/light+bulb.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have you ever had the feeling that something/someone was after you? i don't mean literally chasing you but im refering to that tiny feeling you sometimes get when you know the universe is about to reveal something big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, lately i've been getting that vibe. recently the creative juices are flowing like crazy, time seems to go faster or slower depending on my mindset, i'm noticing things i never noticed before and today at 3.30am while trying to drown out hubby's engine revving snores it finally hit me. i don't mean to tease but i've decided not to reveal livvy's new project just yet for fear i might not actually go through with it. despite my new found enthusiasm for shall we call it 'project A', i can't keep track of how many projects i have annouced in the past that never came into fruition. tis was due to many reasons but procastination and laziness were usually the front runners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so why bother blogging about it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess as a reminder to myself of what happen this morning. not often do i get these &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'light bulb moments'&lt;/span&gt; so i want to hold on to it for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;however this time around i'm approaching things differently. im using God as my source for feedback. rather than ask myself the questions that usually inject fear &amp;amp; frustration im leaving it up to Him to show me the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i knew something good would &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; come from ed's snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-7577470659479302880?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/7577470659479302880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=7577470659479302880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/7577470659479302880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/7577470659479302880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/08/light-bulb-moment.html' title='light bulb moments'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SLh61GvjeLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N6J2zr2q7D8/s72-c/light+bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-87242634797641383</id><published>2008-08-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:40:50.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Barcelona.... please be mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my love of exquisitely designed furniture has spilled from admiration to full out blown obsession. some people surf the net hunting for the perfect pair of shoes or other fashion accessories. some tune into music, movies and even porn (eeeick!), which if lucky could all be found on the same site. haha some search for food recipe's or in the case of my hubby, watch the nba on the espn site til the wee hours but my addiction is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. cool, funky furniture that i couldnt possible afford! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lately ive been chasing that one single chair. you know, the one that doesnt really match with any other piece of furnishing you might have but in itself could be considered as art. the one ppl 'oooohh' &amp;amp; 'aaaahh' over when they first vissit your &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; funky cool pad and gasp when they hear the price tag, which could probably feed a small nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone.... meet my baby - the barcelona chair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SKuWhU2SkAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FAb9DDpSQnQ/s1600-h/barcelona+chair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236444491024601090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SKuWhU2SkAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FAb9DDpSQnQ/s320/barcelona+chair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;*sigggghhhhhh* ahhhh Mr Mies van de Rohe you know your stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now like everything that is fashionable there are of course many many knock offs all across the globe and almost every major furniture company has also stolen the design, made minor alternations and called it something else but to own an original would be simply to die for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;however i admitt i'm treading on dangerous territory. once i have my beloved barcelona chair, will that be enough? won't i start drooling over Le Corbusier's designs or anything created by Alvar Aalto? and one needs that funky warehouse apartment to house these beautiful creations right? which then just opens up another can of 'awww crap!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;poor eddee.... i should of told him about my addiction from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-87242634797641383?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/87242634797641383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=87242634797641383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/87242634797641383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/87242634797641383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-barcelona-please-be-mine.html' title='Mr Barcelona.... please be mine!'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SKuWhU2SkAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FAb9DDpSQnQ/s72-c/barcelona+chair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-150712238209924419</id><published>2008-08-19T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:41:34.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bumped into a gal pal over the weekend (whom shall remain nameless) and i was absolutely gob smacked to discover that she had broken up with her bf of 5years or so due to infidelity, on his part. previous to the shocking news i always believed that this was a couple to envy. they seemed so perfect. loving and attentive not to mention that this chick is... in a word - gorgeous!! inside and out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this got me thinking. what causes someone to cheat?! of course you never really know what goes on between any relationship if you yourself are not in it but cmon, cheating is sooo old news! ive been hurt by infidelity before (tho im sure he would call it something else) and i know that sickening feeling of questioning your sense of worth when someone you care about tells you in so many words or by their actions that you are not enough.... for them. its a humbling and eye opening experience but i would never wish that on anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my opinion, since im entitled to have one, it bottles down to selfishness, such a basic human trait. to think of only yourself, how you feel and completely disregard the feelings of anyone else. you want something so you go for it and you stop at nothing til its yours. this is no different to ppl who step over others to get ahead in life. selfish! selfish! selfish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are all guilty of selfishness, it might not go as far as cheating but somehow it seems inbuilt in us to put ourselves before others or are we merely just looking after ourselves? when does self preservation become selfish? it's an endless debate that could go on forever and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i don't have an answer except maybe it boils down to our own conscience and what makes us sleep soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;faith is what pulled me through. faith in myself, faith in love, and faith that God always had my best intentions at heart and this was just a teeny tiny test that would ultimately make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the benefits of being hurt before (yes there ARE benefits, tho hard to see at first) is that you trully appreciate the moments when love is present in your life and because you know better you endeavour near to hurt your special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my special someone means the world to me and to have him in my life now makes all the previous heartache worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to my gal pal - i promise you'l be fine and when you least expect it God will send you a person who will make you laugh louder than you have ever before and then you'll know *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with Ramadan around the corner eddee and i are trying super duper hard to be on our best behaviour. luckily for us we're surrounded by supportive friends who understand our desire to calm things down tho they still on occassions have been successful in dragging our asses out *ahem ebony&amp;amp;dinoG*. since taking those vows infront of God, family &amp;amp; friends ive never been more conscience of my actions and how it affects my marriage. i want us to set a good example for our future children and there's no better time than like the present to start. of course i say this now however come the weekend and il be like 'eddeee lets go out!' especially since a good friend is leaving and we're all taking him out to wish him bonvoyage while secretly plotting to kidnapp him and keep him here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SALS... YOU CAN'T GO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-150712238209924419?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/150712238209924419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=150712238209924419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/150712238209924419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/150712238209924419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/08/unfortunately.html' title='unfortunately'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-6128679208739752903</id><published>2008-08-14T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:49:14.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well its been around 2 months since becoming a wifey and i seem to have fallen off the planet, completely neglecting the 3-4 ppl who read this blog with updated news and pics. what can I say? im a newlywed and my disappearance into my marriage is forgivable… right? *cheesy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i still need to post up pics of my honeymoon and all the rest but for now that will have to wait. in the interest of saving time heres a summary of life so far as Mrs Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my flu-like-symptoms turned into a nasty chest infection which left me with a terrible cough which ive only JUST got over.&lt;br /&gt;- we finally found a place of our own in Maylands, just on the border of Mt Lawley &amp;amp; Inglewood. i absolutely love it! 10 mins from the city and in walking distance to all the funky cafes and restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;- married life is soooo blissful. i love ironing while watching a good dvd, making the bed and cooking with the hubby. Am calls it my nesting period which as a newlywed is quite expected. i’m sure this time will pass so im relishing in these moments while it still feels like delightful tasks rather than chores.&lt;br /&gt;- Livvy has her decorator hat on and a shameless relationship with IKEA. moving out isn’t easy and while i appreciate the hand-me-downs i feel like a kid in a candy store whenever we buy something new for the pad, even if its only tea towels. eeeeeiiiiiii!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;- family times – ive been spending more time with the family which feels more important than before i got married. they’ve been incredibly supportive and not to mention generous since we’ve been back, especially my dad who spent an entire week hunting down a fridge for us and then picked it up and delivered it to us himself. what a champ!&lt;br /&gt;- i love my husband. Ed makes me laugh. he helps me clean up after dinner. he takes out the garbage bin without me asking and he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; kisses me goodbye before he goes to work, even if im still half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never been happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-6128679208739752903?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/6128679208739752903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=6128679208739752903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6128679208739752903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6128679208739752903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to let you know...'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1274468887163349610</id><published>2008-06-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:08:40.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baccckkkkk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ello ppl =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so its been a month since i got married and im sure you're all waiting to see all the pics and hear all the goss on the 3 day event, not to mention the honeymoon..... but you'l hafta wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;poor livvy has flu-like-symptoms since she's left the tropics and is now back in deary cold perth *sniffles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; ill post up pics soon but im sure you've already seen them on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;til lata....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1274468887163349610?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1274468887163349610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1274468887163349610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1274468887163349610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1274468887163349610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-baccckkkkk.html' title='i&apos;m baccckkkkk!!'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1779447836927206920</id><published>2008-06-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:35.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea with the sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVblbssCqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV46JuXmRto/s1600-h/hightea5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207669242772327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVblbssCqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV46JuXmRto/s320/hightea5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;novi, moi, tash &amp;amp; rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i said my last post was my LAST post til i come back from my honeymoon but i just could not leave without writing about my high tea experience with my sisters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;although it was raining when we arrived we missed the massive downpour by like 15minutes. pheww! nothing like warm delicious tea to fill your inside with yummy goodness during a storm. the food was beautifully presented and equally delightful to eat, except the small salmon tarts which had a weird tang to it and was the only food left on the teir stand. company? &lt;em&gt;simply devine darling&lt;/em&gt;.. we tried different accents to go with our tea and i'm sure the staff must of thought Rin was a photographer for a magazine coz she took a gazzillion photos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all in all i had fun with my sisters. we don't really hang out all together as much as we use to but i would like to think we can still all catchup over tea once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;LOVE YA GIRLIES!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207674720635845698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVgkSVH_EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4pvlW0m1gx4/s320/hightea3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673759692667714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVfsWiau0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/P3i0pOSZoVw/s320/hightea6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673629952292834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVfkzN5t-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/S6FLf9x3u20/s320/highte4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1779447836927206920?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1779447836927206920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1779447836927206920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1779447836927206920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1779447836927206920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/06/sisters.html' title='Tea with the sisterhood'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEVblbssCqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PV46JuXmRto/s72-c/hightea5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1738161398702996871</id><published>2008-06-02T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:36.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner with awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last saturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;night my gorgeous friends and a few siblings celebrated our last weekend before we officially become the Chia's with a fab-O dinner organised by my good friend Am, decorations provided by Laura. ed&amp;amp;i both knew the dinner was happening but where?? that was left hidden to the very last minute. Am arranged for my lil sister Novie to take us to the secret location which im happy to report was at the Social on Station in swanky Subi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these people have all witnessed my relationship with ed from the very start and i couldn't think of a better way to spend my saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207314662059632914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQZGHm_aRI/AAAAAAAAADs/J-K9saKh5ws/s320/cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the whole night was filled with laughter, chomping on yummy food, tears by yours trully, pink&amp;amp;silver balloons and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bubbles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311685696188226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQWY3ypb0I/AAAAAAAAADM/GxHAF0Uyv1U/s320/bubbles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bubbles, bubbles and more bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311465314985586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQWMCzrJnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mnoqvHJhuvo/s320/am%26laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my two gorgeous girlies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ed&amp;amp;i attempted to do somewhat of a thankyou speech but as usual girly livvy popped up and choked on a few tears, so i'm using this space to say what i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going to say that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;from the bottom of my heart thankyou so much for coming down and sharing this experience with ed&amp;amp;myself. i love you all very much &amp;amp; my wedding journey would not be the same without the support of my closest friends. i trully am blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207312040442916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQWthU27tI/AAAAAAAAADU/VG5eYavQeCs/s320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207312299766707794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQW8nYd9lI/AAAAAAAAADc/qlU4AW7EYAM/s320/chias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only 4 more days til this whole thing kicks off! this will probably be my last post til i come back from my honeymoon. however if you wanna see more pics of the weekends events and future wedding photos go to my facebook and vissit my sister, Rinnie. she will definitely keep you updated as she's the one who took all the lovely photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from me to you - i'll see you when i get back &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MUOAH&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1738161398702996871?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1738161398702996871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1738161398702996871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1738161398702996871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1738161398702996871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-saturday-night-my-gorgeous-friends.html' title='dinner with awesomeness'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SEQZGHm_aRI/AAAAAAAAADs/J-K9saKh5ws/s72-c/cheers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-6904992560831629132</id><published>2008-05-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:36.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RSVP Biatches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The term R.S.V.P. comes from the French expression "répondez s'il vous plaît", meaning "please respond". If R.S.V.P. is written on an invitation it means the invited &lt;strong&gt;guest must tell the host whether or not they plan to attend the party&lt;/strong&gt;. It does not mean to respond only if you're coming, and it does not mean respond only if you're not coming (the expression "regrets only" is reserved for that instance). It means the host needs a definite head count for the planned event, and needs it by the date specified on the invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone who's ever planned a wedding or a big event that required RSVPs will know the importance of receiving them back. i mean, cmon ppl... doesn't it boil down to just good manners? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed&amp;amp;i had sent our invites a while ago and the absolute cut off for rsvp's was 2weeks ago, so u can imagine my surprise when i got an sms today from a guest informing me that they can make it. no apology, no excuse for their tardiness, zip, nada, nothing! one word - INCONSIDERATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of this day of age i would think that ppl would be up on speed with the correct etiquette when it comes to weddings but just incase you aren't aware here a few tips for ya -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. you RSVP!! not send them a msg, email or phone call explaining whether you can or can not make it. as you can imagine weddings can be a horror to plan if things aren't organised so any help you can give the couple is a God send.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. NO you can't invite ppl if they werent orginally invited! you will be shocked with the number of guests who 'assumed' they could bring a partner or just expected that the person whom they are recently dating has a place next to them. you ALWAYS check with the couple first before happily jotting their name down next to yours on the RSVP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. just because you can't make it to the wedding, it doesnt mean you can invite other ppl to fill your spot! this isnt the responsibility of the guests but should be left in the hands of the couple who might have had to restrict the number of ppl due to the size of the venue and would love to give the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; available seats to someone who just missed the cut off but was definitely next in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. if you RSVP you're coming, then you better rock up! at my sisters wedding a few guests RSVP yes and then didnt bother to show. there was no emergency, no car related excuse.... again, nothing. if it's an emergency &amp;amp; you don't attend of course we will understand. weddings aren't cheap and the couple pays per head so if you don't show, you are putting the couple out financially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Read the invite correctly and make sure you know all the correct details. everyone who knows me knows how much i hate tardiness. even when im running 5mins late for a catchup i'd msg my friend that i'm only around the corner or looking for parking. basically it is just plan rude to show up at an inconsiderate time. weddings are also run on a strict schedule and you barging in while the MC is just about to annouce our arrival will guarantee death stares from my Mum haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;phewwww... now that i've had my rant i can go back to being excited about the high tea outing im having with my sisters tomorrow. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206024988263043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SD-EJOU50rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s0Oaagmm22k/s320/morningteatwosmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-6904992560831629132?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/6904992560831629132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=6904992560831629132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6904992560831629132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6904992560831629132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/05/rsvp-biatches.html' title='RSVP Biatches!!'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SD-EJOU50rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s0Oaagmm22k/s72-c/morningteatwosmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-266160763934317379</id><published>2008-05-25T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:44:16.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i nervous??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you bet your ass i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't sleep, my face &amp;amp; hair look terribly due to unhealhy eating habits, i miss spending time with my friends and butterflies have decided to create a permanent home in my belly! waaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;honestly, it's not the married part i'm really concerned with (yesterday one of the aunties told ed and i that we were a match made in heaven and all my girly instincts agreed with her) it's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wedding parrrrrttttttt!!&lt;/span&gt; somehow through all the planning my 'simple &amp;amp; small' wedding has turned into a HUGE production, well so i believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i usually don't mind the spot light but when its going to be in your face for 3 days it gets alil overwhelming. i keep telling myself to take deep breaths &amp;amp; take everything in coz an event like this happens once in a lifetime. *woooooshhhhaaaaa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;however i simply can not wait to go on my honeymoon (courtesy of our fabulous family &amp;amp; friends). this time in 2weeks i'l hopefully be in Bali, relaxing by the pool of my private villa, with some delicious fruity concoction. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh yeah, thanks babes for spoiling me rotten lately. you trully are the best and i cant wait to be your wifey *muoah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-266160763934317379?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/266160763934317379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=266160763934317379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/266160763934317379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/266160763934317379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-nervous.html' title='Am i nervous??'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-3160225224644185906</id><published>2008-05-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:17:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just over 2weeks to the celebrations and nerves are starting to really kick in. not so much over marrying ed but whether i have the energy to endure the 3day festivities. we're finalising last minute details and chasing a few RSVPs (u know who u are! grrr!) but aside from that everything is running on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been understandly stressed lately so my hubby-to-be surprised me and took me out for a lovely dinner to talk about other things aside from 'wedding stuff'. this proved to be rather difficult as wedding stuff is all i have on my mind but distracting me with yummy food and stories of the times he was set up with randoms really made my night haha. over dessert we laughed and joked around and reminded eachother what great mates we are and i had to force down tears when he said 'i just knew i would marry my bestfriend' awwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. definitely need to invest in some waterproof mascara for the big day, that and plenty of red bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-3160225224644185906?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/3160225224644185906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=3160225224644185906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/3160225224644185906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/3160225224644185906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-things.html' title='the small things'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-399324230913515897</id><published>2008-04-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:36.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;time is running out, theres a million things to do and poor eddee is sick so SUPER LIV needs to step in and take control. at this point i'm completely ignoring dear friends and their desperate pleas to drag me out for coffee and a goss sess. i know i need some time away from all of this but with the wedding around the corner its hard! i've set myself some rules which is basically - if it isn't related to the wedding i can't go out. WAAHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's CRUNCH TIME ppl! All waking hours are consumed by wedding chores and the only luxury i allow myself is occassionaly watching Extreme Home Makeovers on foxtel. woohoo! so sad i know, but cmon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;livvy + interiors = eternal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm also looking forward to the SEX &amp;amp; THE CITY movie. Argh! *girly scream* it's suppose to come out the day before the 3day event and i'm considering ducking away for a few hours to indulge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193239098834147474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SBIXcget2JI/AAAAAAAAACs/oyqLFnW_vhM/s320/S+%26+the+city.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. rules are meant to be broken right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-399324230913515897?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/399324230913515897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=399324230913515897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/399324230913515897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/399324230913515897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/04/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/SBIXcget2JI/AAAAAAAAACs/oyqLFnW_vhM/s72-c/S+%26+the+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-8941908188609390894</id><published>2008-03-24T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:07:34.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this person?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my attempt to be a serial blogger has failed dismally as i'm currently living the life of a bride-to-be. Waaaaah! Goodbye my social catch ups with girlfriends and days sleeping in *sigh* for now i must be the responsible adult and make those ultimate sacrifices to ensure my wedding doesnt become just 'another party'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT JUST ANOTHER PARTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thankfully the fiance is really involved with the planning process and therefore carries half of the stress but anyone who knows Ed knows that he's such a carefree guy, so i still feel like i need to check and recheck everything... every 10minutes. oh livvy why so stressed?! coz. i'm. livvy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that ed and i planned early on to have a small wedding despite my parents protests and although we may have won the fight it still came down to a 3day event. please don't faint yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this blog is to apologise to all the people ive neglected over the last coulple of months and for the next 2months as i take the journey as future wifey to Mr Chia. I'll come up for air once i come back from my honeymoon and i promise to dance with you all on the happy day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - a million and one thankyous to those who are helping out with keeping me sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-8941908188609390894?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/8941908188609390894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=8941908188609390894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/8941908188609390894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/8941908188609390894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-seen-this-person.html' title='Have you seen this person?...'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-6154637296828900065</id><published>2008-01-23T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:33:25.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Heath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been ages, i know. however i can be excused since my life has been overly busy with work, events and .... wedding plans * ba ba BAAAA* yesh i is engaged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because ive taken on so many commitments blogging hasnt even entered my mind for the past couple of months but there was something about todays news headlines that makes me want to type these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heath Ledger found dead, alone, in his NY apartment and at the young age of 28! thats only 1yr older than me (my birthday was yesterday btw). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so young, those were the words that could not escape my thoughts after i had gotten over the initial shock. no, he wasnt one of my fave actors, though Brokeback Mountain is unbelievable. no, i didnt think he was one of the hottest guys around. yet still, so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the idea of dying alone scares me to my bones. will my loved ones know how much they mean to me? will i be remembered? who would take my massive shoe collection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;. for some reason it feels so close today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-6154637296828900065?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/6154637296828900065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=6154637296828900065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6154637296828900065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/6154637296828900065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip-heath.html' title='RIP Heath'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-4940659103295832624</id><published>2007-12-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:31:54.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>left the nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've moved out of my home...... and it's scarrrrrryyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im 26! yes, i can afford it and i actually love my roomies! yes, the place is FAB-O! yet still, there &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; something scary about taking the plunge from living in the warm comfort of your parents house, where you can always count on good-ol mum to prepare your dinner and do your laundry haha and most-reliable dad to check your car to see if you've put enough oil in it, to being an actual in the flesh responsible grown up, an independant one at that! like i said before, it's scarrrrry and i know my parents are fighting the urge on a daily basis not to 'drop in' and say hi coz their lil chicken has left the coup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however as scarrrry at it is, i'm delighted with the idea of buying my own groceries, paying all my bills (yesh, i trully was spoilt living at home) and the simple things like cooking my own meals. It's a taste of independence i havent quite felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you all throw up in disgust understand that i come from a very very close family so this wasnt an easy decision. it was a big adjustment for everyone and even now it still feels surreal. however just because ive left my family home doesnt mean ive left my family. i have every intention on vissiting and keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are afterall the ppl who make me well... me and besides i need that backup plan just incase this all blows up in my face haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps - the most wonderful thing has happened.. msg me if ya wanna know *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-4940659103295832624?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/4940659103295832624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=4940659103295832624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/4940659103295832624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/4940659103295832624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/12/left-nest.html' title='left the nest'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-3503093204699426319</id><published>2007-10-02T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:37.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In search for the perfect Italian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOOD!&lt;/span&gt; of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ed and i eat out heaaaaaaaaaappsss!! Probably more than we can afford *tisk tisk*. However luckily when it comes to food we don't have expensive taste but we're still willing to pay over $35 per dish, if the meal justifies the price (that hasnt happened yet). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways one of our fave cuisine of choice is Italian. Infact i think i eat italian at least once a week - i love it that much, so it wasnt a huge surprise when i began hunting for the perfect italian restaurant. So begins my days as a food critic, which to be perfectly honest was also inspired by another blog i read &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sharon - food for thought&lt;/span&gt; (check it out! the girls hilarious, with a real natural flair for writing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Restaurant - Il Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Location - Applecross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Price - $15 - $25 for average meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entree - Bruschetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Main - Spaghetti &amp;amp; Meatballs &amp;amp; Woodfire Pizza (cant remember the name but it had eggplant, mushroom, capsicum &amp;amp; artichokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desert - We passed on desert and went to have coffee at Dome up the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The restaurant is pretty much the typical Italian restaurant, ambience geared towards families, with tables crammed in without much thought for ergonomics and very bad acoustics however i was expecting this so i wasnt that fussed and fortunately the waitress gave us a table in the corner, so Ed and i were still able to talk to eachother without having to result to yelling. We were served withint 10 mins and our food came very fast, tho we did get there at 6.30 coz it gets pretty PACKED! I was pleased with the food but it didnt satify the snobby pallette of my hautie - tautie bf hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall i give it 7/10 and ed gives it 6/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*WARNING* they dont accept bookings under 4 ppl soooo get there early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116691456462935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RwIjxS-_1KI/AAAAAAAAACE/V7pvmhoGbDc/s320/bruschetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last time i ordered bruschetta it came with way more tomatoes but the bread is never dissapointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116691606786790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RwIj6C-_1LI/AAAAAAAAACM/c2FRokFfdPw/s320/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More care could of been put into placement. The chief pretty much just threw all the topping in the center.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116691705571038402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RwIj_y-_1MI/AAAAAAAAACU/LQrA6hSOTdY/s320/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best of the lot, tho alil overboard with the sauce which was nothing without the meatballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116691817240188114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RwIkGS-_1NI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZLmXBLVgb2g/s320/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cam whoring at Dome. Woah - check out Eds&lt;em&gt; blue steel &lt;/em&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-3503093204699426319?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/3503093204699426319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=3503093204699426319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/3503093204699426319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/3503093204699426319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-search-for-perfect-italian.html' title='In search for the perfect Italian...'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RwIjxS-_1KI/AAAAAAAAACE/V7pvmhoGbDc/s72-c/bruschetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-8393228520315927721</id><published>2007-09-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:15:35.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>endings</title><content type='html'>u're not the first to hear me say 'i love you' or the first ive kissed&lt;br /&gt;dreams were shared with others and tears were spilled&lt;br /&gt;i know what it feels like to have my hand held gently as i walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;warm hugs, romantic gestures and sweet messages are all friends of my past&lt;br /&gt;fights and cold silent treatments still haunt me&lt;br /&gt;promises were made, then lost. broken.&lt;br /&gt;ive been loved before, this is no secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet sometimes i wonder how i could of lived my days before meeting u&lt;br /&gt;has time taught me how to love or did i only discover its meaning since being with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder. i wait. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u could never have been my first baby.... u were always destined to be my last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-8393228520315927721?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/8393228520315927721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=8393228520315927721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/8393228520315927721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/8393228520315927721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/09/endings.html' title='endings'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-895038187352866449</id><published>2007-09-07T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:38:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*singing* working 9 to 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first week at my new work place has come and gone. Pheeeeeww!! Its never easy being the 'newby' but thankfully i was greeted warmly with only a few jokes made at my expense. I was sad to see Candy (the girl im replacing) leave today. She basically babysat and held my hand for the entire week and now im off to fend for myself. Waaaaahh!! Not to worry.. Iv already found a nice lil corner where i can go and cuddle up into a ball when things go astray haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS - has anyone seen the recent pics of Eva Longoria in a bikini on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.thesuperficial.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ?? Damn, shes soooo HAAAAWWWWWTTTT!! I wonder if her husband uses her as an arm rest now and again haha Ed sometimes does when we're usually waiting in a line and he's being cheeky *cries* Ahhhh the perils of dating a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tallie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-895038187352866449?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/895038187352866449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=895038187352866449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/895038187352866449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/895038187352866449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/09/singing-working-9-to-5.html' title='*singing* working 9 to 5'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-238022281506106861</id><published>2007-08-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:37.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bringing sexy back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/Rs47F1QMAtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LJJvS6q01Y0/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102080399237710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/Rs47F1QMAtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LJJvS6q01Y0/s320/justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY!! ive got tickets to see Justin Timberlakes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;FutureSex/LoveSounds&lt;/span&gt; tour!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know there are those out there who are reading this blog thinking 'so what?' to themselves but cmmmoooonnn Justins proved himself a worthy artist. He can almost even be forgiven for those rediculous curls he was supporting during his days in boy band group N'SYNC and Ive already forgotten bout the time he used to shack it up with that Spears girl. He's &lt;em&gt;goooood!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;okayyyy??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's the example to all those geeky-white-boys out there that if u can tear yerself away from the computer long enough to get some sun,work out.... hmmm.... as well as have a decent enuff singing voice, professional stylists to dress u up, one hell of a PR manager... smoothered with some funky kewl dance moves - you can actually go somewhere!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*warning to those attending the event* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;WEAR FLAT SHOES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2023444215562413647-238022281506106861?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/238022281506106861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=238022281506106861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/238022281506106861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/238022281506106861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-bringing-sexy-back.html' title='Im bringing sexy back....'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/Rs47F1QMAtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LJJvS6q01Y0/s72-c/justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-2872046950350823240</id><published>2007-08-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:42:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the parents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meeting the parents is the scariest act of passage anyone in a relationship can endure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although as &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; grown adults you would think that their influence on potential long-term partners would be minimal, you still can't help but want to leave 'a first good impression'. Last sat nite was my chance to shine infront of Eds mum for the very first time. This meeting was especially important to both ed and i coz he grew up in a single parent household and i was more than determine to make the woman who brought up ed and his 3 brothers all by herself love me with every fibre of her being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always i was a nervous wreck days leading up to the big night, annoying ed with my constant 'what if she doesnt like meeeeee?' song &amp; dance which he would follow up with the wonderful line that always makes a person feel great 'you have nothing to worry bout babes coz &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; likes you'. I spendt countless hours finding the perfect outfit and even more time thinking about fabulous conversation pieces, including smart and witty segways. Yup, i felt prepared *pats on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments before entering the restaurant ed gave me a hug and told me il do great and suddenly just like in the movies all the nerves dissappeared and i like to say 'i totally KICKED ass!' hahaha There was this looooonnnnngggg period of time i was left alone with her but im happy to report we kept the momentum up by gabbling non-stop about her recent european holiday (which ed had secretly prepped me for) and even at times when there were those awful uncomfortable silences during dinner i powered through, probably giving her the impression that im a complete chatter box, which to be fair isnt entirely untrue hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended and i let out a 'pheeeeeww' under my breath, thanking God it was all over and that it went well. She and i aren't the best of friends (yet) but it went much better than i expected and i look forward to our next meeting, though hopefully not as formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of advice for anyone who is bout to go through the same experience -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont try too hard to impress, it's completely noticable and you'll kick yourself afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Limit yourself to 1 redbull before the meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do NOT shove yer tongue down your partners throat at anytime during the dinner (NO, i didnt do this!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be polite, engaging but more importantly... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;be yourself!&lt;/span&gt; Show them the person their son/daughter fell in love with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um... yeah... just 1 redbull will do!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ps - i got the job!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-2872046950350823240?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/2872046950350823240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=2872046950350823240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/2872046950350823240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/2872046950350823240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/08/meet-parents.html' title='Meet the parents!'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-1791463887932517549</id><published>2007-08-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:38.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strugglin artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RsanelQMAqI/AAAAAAAAABk/qBlyiW0yzek/s1600-h/pecha+kucha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099947771881587362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RsanelQMAqI/AAAAAAAAABk/qBlyiW0yzek/s320/pecha+kucha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of nights ago i dragged my ever-so-loving boyfriend to The Ballroom Gallery which was presenting a much anticipated design event 'Pecha Kucha'. Pecha Kucha originally held in Tokyo, was created by architecht duo Klein Dytham and now spreads over 80 cities worldwide. Its main purpose is to provide an opportunity for young designers to meet, network and show their work to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to Pecha Kucha Night is its patented system for avoiding being trapped listening to someone blab on and on. Each presenter is allowed 20 images, each shown for 20 seconds each - giving 6 minutes 40 seconds of fame before the next presenter is up. This keeps presentations concise, the interest level up, and gives more people the chance to show their work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The turn out was fantastic and i was quite impressed with the organisers who followed the Japanese theme by serving Japanese beers, sushi and wasabi peas. Ed and i arrived early and found great seats, from where we admired other peoples quirky dress sense and i 'oooooh' and 'aaahhh' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(but secretly envied)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over the other womens shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the next couple of hours we heard presentations from architects, visual artists, designers and 1 rather boring photographer talk about their backgrounds, work and aspirations. We ended the night on a high note with me feeling inspired and proud to be part of the design community, also with promises from the organisers of another Pecha Kucha night in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However personally the best part was having my patient boyfriend sitting beside me, holding my hand, while listening attentively to "artsy-fartsy-tree-huggin-hippies" go on and on about their passion. Moments like these make me realise how lucky i am. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lately Ive been aggressively hunting for a job. Ive heard of people who go weeks and weeks of sending applications, attending numerous interviews (both face to face &amp; over the phone) with out much luck and was worried that i might be destined to follow in their footsteps. Fortunately i got a couple of hits within the first week and now im on to 2nd interviews &lt;em&gt;*crossed fingers*&lt;/em&gt; and will hopefully be employed within the next 7days or so. There is one i really, really, really want and one i will settle for... soooo im sure to be a crazy mess for the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099954463440634562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RsatkFQMAsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OSa8ipmKdjU/s320/kids.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prayers &amp;amp; donations are most welcomed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-1791463887932517549?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/1791463887932517549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=1791463887932517549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1791463887932517549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/1791463887932517549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/08/strugglin-artist.html' title='Strugglin artist'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yIrKQfUdt5M/RsanelQMAqI/AAAAAAAAABk/qBlyiW0yzek/s72-c/pecha+kucha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023444215562413647.post-7956307726350965430</id><published>2007-07-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:46:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m.i.a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes i know, its been ageeeeessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many events have taken place since ive last blogged and at the moment im alil too busy to go through everything so i thought id just do a quick summary of recent news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Came back from 3 and a half week holiday in Indonesia. Had nasty food poisoning. Ick!&lt;br /&gt;- Moved back with the P's in an attempt to save money and figure out next move&lt;br /&gt;- Job hunting&lt;br /&gt;- Exciting new business venture on the horizon *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out with the cougars but mostly with the Jock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know.. not very exciting and probably '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;yawn&lt;/span&gt;' worthy to most but gimme some time and il definitely be back with more interesting goss =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023444215562413647-7956307726350965430?l=skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/feeds/7956307726350965430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023444215562413647&amp;postID=7956307726350965430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/7956307726350965430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023444215562413647/posts/default/7956307726350965430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyflatwhites.blogspot.com/2007/07/mia.html' title='m.i.a'/><author><name>livvy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08621940708236652959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10033960653254248227'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>