<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:26:06.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou est Salsachica? Donde estas Salsachica?</title><subtitle type='html'>Brilliant another place on the web for me to publicise my thoughts, my dreams, my nightmares... you get the picture. Who is Salsachica? A professional slacker by day and a salsa siren by night. Anytime in between, she's a university student who juggles between her job as a senior resident advisor and as a buyer. She loves her life and she loves to dance. Where is Salsachica? She can usually be found in college, cramming for her mid-semester exams in her room or in some salsa club in Northbridge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109262262317568730</id><published>2004-08-14T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:17:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lodge Olympics 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/eyes4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a display of lights, lasers and smoke, the lodge was turned into a massive party place. A DJ was playing in one corner stuff you listen to when you go to any Ministry of Sound events. What makes a great party? I guess the fact that there were lots of people from and outside of college, a great party atmosphere, good friends and lots of goss makes it a fun time for all. The alarm went off during the party, caused by some idotic chicks who were smoking in the bathroom. One thing led to another and the Fire Brigade came, George the caretaker came and eventually Sean came. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally changed the music to some old skool hip hop. Brought us back to our teenage years hahahahahaa. Went off at about 12:30 am..the party was supposed to have ended at about 11:30 p.m, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109262262317568730?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109262262317568730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109262262317568730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262262317568730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262262317568730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/lodge-olympics-2004-in-display-of.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109262084909796702</id><published>2004-08-14T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:29:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunny Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went go-karting in the morning, it was the first time I ever drove anything. Woah..the rush..the exhiliration...the stupid aching arms... I never realised how scary it was to be inside a contraption that could double-up as a death-trap. I had a great time with Steph, Wen, Daren, Law, Han Yin, and the rest of the Trinity bunch that went on the ISS event. Kart-World was at Belmont, it took about half an hour by car. It would be a good activity to go with the wing, but its going to be pretty expensive. For a moment, each and everyone of us had the opportunity to pretend that we were Michael Schumacher. Steph is scary behind the wheel and so was Michael. Overall champion of the day was Daniel! Woohoo Trinity was represented well there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/DSC01402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/DSC01419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/DSC01403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 642px; HEIGHT: 615px" height="760" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/P1010078.jpg" width="941" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="709" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/P1010097.jpg" width="639" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109262084909796702?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109262084909796702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109262084909796702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262084909796702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262084909796702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/sunny-saturday-went-go-karting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109262174921997522</id><published>2004-08-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T10:05:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Afternoon Soccer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hull was playing against the Division B wings, i.e Cook, Argyll and Durrow. We were the only team too beat Cook. Later on during the night at the Lodge Olympics, Ryan was telling Mel that "You know, Hull was the only one who beat us in Soccer", amazing that Cook went on to beat every single team after that. Hull "Green Machines" Wing players: Tun Hang, Kudzai, Scott, Joel, Abel, Raj, Graeme, Neelen, Sarah, Alia, Jenna and Brenda. We had a great turnout with quite a number of supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109262174921997522?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109262174921997522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109262174921997522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262174921997522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109262174921997522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday-afternoon-soccer-hull-was.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109181318784706167</id><published>2004-08-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T01:26:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Funnel Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;Oil, for deep frying, (ratio should be 1:1, canola oil to peanut oil)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;Funnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder and salt. Stir in the brown sugar. In a separate bowl, whisk the eggs. Add the milk and vanilla extract and whisk again. Whisk in the dry ingredients until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;In a deep wide pan, heat frying oil top 375 degrees F. Hold your finger over the bottom of the funnel or use a funnel cake dropper and fill it with the batter. Hold the funnel over the hot oil and remove your finger then immediately start drizzling the batter into the oil, moving the funnel around to make a criss-cross or scribbly design. Fry until golden brown on one side then flip it over to fry the other side. Remove the funnel cake from the oil with a slotted spoon or spatula and drain on a paper towel. Mix the sugar with the cinnamon and sprinkle the funnel cakes heavily with it. Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109181318784706167?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109181318784706167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109181318784706167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109181318784706167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109181318784706167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/funnel-cake-4-cups-flour-1-tablespoon.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109160935413413558</id><published>2004-08-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:49:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La danse est l'expression verticale d'un désir horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109160935413413558?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109160935413413558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109160935413413558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109160935413413558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109160935413413558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/la-danse-est-lexpression-verticale-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154464674920179</id><published>2004-08-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:50:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avant que je vous aie connu, j'ai eu vous ai toujours aimé, même pendant que je rêvais de qui j'ai aimé. Mon image intérieure était un portrait de vous, années avant que votre coeur que mon coeur se déplacerait. Vistas de sortilège sont mais rarement, car nous les trouvons en réalité. Est l'amour avec vous ce que j'ai rêvé, mais vraiment, Éden en tant qu'aucun rêve pourrait jamais être. Ni est ce la magie du moment, le costume approprié pour les vacances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154464674920179?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154464674920179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154464674920179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154464674920179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154464674920179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/tu-avant-que-je-vous-aie-connu-jai-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109150498158341840</id><published>2004-08-03T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T11:49:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Qué puedo hacer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No sé seriamente qué sentirse. Estoy enojado y dissappointed, pero tengo que moverme encendido. La materia que me mata es que siempre que me haya movido encendido, él termina encima de romperse para arriba con su novia. Realizo que es estúpido de mí aguardar ansiosamente para ver su conocido hacer estallar para arriba en mi mensajero cada mañana. Pienso que es porque es la última vez nosotros puede charlar con uno a sin cualquier persona la presencia de else's que nos afecta. No puedo odiar la muchacha que él está actualmente con pues ella es uno de mis residentes. He estado intentando tan difícilmente odiarlo, pero inútilmente. He tenido gusto de él para lejos demasiado largo y había caído demasiado difícilmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109150498158341840?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109150498158341840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109150498158341840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109150498158341840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109150498158341840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/qu-puedo-hacer-no-s-seriamente-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109146696707614959</id><published>2004-08-03T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:16:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realised something a lot of my recent posts have been abut food. Oh well... I shall sink my teeth into a nice little chocolate and hazelnut tart from Bartlett's Bread. Oooooh heavenly. I need the endorphins I tell you, been feeling like crap the whole. Breakfast did not help, anyways went to the gym today to get those endorphins coming. Still felt like crap... miserable, depressed and nauseated. I think I overdosed on my pills last night. Symptoms: couldn't walk straight, can't sit and eat my dinner. Staring out into nothing ness last night.... I left my door open as I slept last night.  I think I should head off to bed. Body starts to shake all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109146696707614959?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109146696707614959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109146696707614959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109146696707614959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109146696707614959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-realised-something-lot-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109145341381058074</id><published>2004-08-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:30:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gypsy Tart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8oz shortcrust pastry&lt;br /&gt;400g evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;12oz dark muscavado sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 20oc. Roll out pastry and line a 25cm flan ring. Bake blind for 15-20 mins. Leave to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisk milk and sugar together for 10-15 mins until light and fluffy. Mixture should be coffee coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour mixture into pastry case and bake for ten mins. it will now have a slightly sticky surface, but will not set until it has been left to cool. serve cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109145341381058074?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109145341381058074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109145341381058074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145341381058074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145341381058074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/gypsy-tart-8oz-shortcrust-pastry-400g.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109145282340813800</id><published>2004-08-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:20:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Nut Truffles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 ounce bag of chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup walnuts, pecans or almonds which have been finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt chocolate over a double boiler or microwave in a glass dish on high for 3-4 minutes until completely melted. Stir-in vanilla and condensed milk. Chill mixture for one hour. Scoop out even portions and roll in nuts to form a ball. Work quickly so that the truffle mixture doesn't melt! Roll the truffles in cocoa. Keep the truffles refrigerated until you're ready to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109145282340813800?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109145282340813800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109145282340813800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145282340813800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145282340813800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/chocolate-nut-truffles-12-ounce-bag-of.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109145267782628856</id><published>2004-08-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:17:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cups (11-oz. pkg.) Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Combine flour, baking soda and salt in small bowl. Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla extract in large mixer bowl until creamy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in morsels and nuts. Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets. Bake for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. Cool on baking sheets for 2 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109145267782628856?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109145267782628856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109145267782628856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145267782628856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145267782628856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/chocolate-chip-cookies-ingredients-2.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109145161174123492</id><published>2004-08-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:00:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rocky Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 bars (1.5 ounces each) Milk Chocolate, broken up&lt;br /&gt;3 cups miniature marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup coarsely chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup red candied cherries, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chocolate in large microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on medium (50% power) 1 minute. Stir. Microwave 1 minute more or until chocolate softens. Stir until smooth. Let cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line an 8-inch square baking pan with foil, extending foil over edges of pan.&lt;br /&gt;Stir marshmallows, walnuts and candied cherries into chocolate. Spread mixture in prepared pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let candy mixture set about 1 hour or until firm. Or refrigerate until firm, about 30 minutes. When firm, use foil to lift candy out of pan. Cut candy into 1-inch squares. Store tightly covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109145161174123492?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109145161174123492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109145161174123492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145161174123492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145161174123492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/rocky-road-10-bars-1.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109145117168790193</id><published>2004-08-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:52:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Molten Chocolate Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen Chocolate Centers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bars (1.5 ounces each) Dark Chocolate, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon orange-flavored essence&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon finely grated orange zest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate cake: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 bars (1.5 ounces each) Dark Chocolate, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons instant coffee granules&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup plus 3 tablespoons sifted all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon granulated sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 large egg yolks, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;4 large egg whites, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange Cream:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon finely grated orange zest&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons orange-flavored essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garnish:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;Mint leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the chocolate centers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chocolate in 1-quart measuring cup with a pouring spout. Heat cream and corn syrup in saucepan over medium heat until it comes to a gentle boil. Remove from heat. Pour hot cream over chocolate. Let stand for 30 seconds. Gently whisk until smooth. Stir in orange essence, vanilla and orange zest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover ice cube tray with plastic wrap. Press down plastic to line six ice cube cavities with plastic. Pour warm chocolate mixture into cavities, filling to the tops. Cover and refrigerate remaining chocolate mixture for use as sauce. Cover filled ice cube tray with plastic wrap and freeze for 3 to 4 hours or until solid. Keep frozen until ready to assemble dessert. Make the chocolate cakes:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425F. Generously butter bottom and sides of six 6-ounce ramekins and place on baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chocolate, water and coffee in small microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on medium (50% power) for 1 minute. Stir. Microwave 30 seconds more or until chocolate is softened. Stir until smooth and let cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir together flour and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat butter in mixing bowl until creamy, using electric mixer at medium speed. Gradually add 1/2 cup sugar, beating until light and fluffy. Beat in vanilla. Add egg yolks, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add cooled chocolate mixture and beat until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat egg whites in mixing bowl until frothy, using electric mixer at low speed. Increase speed to high and beat until soft peaks form. Add remaining sugar, 1 teaspoon at a time, beating until stiff shiny peaks form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold one-third of egg whites and one-third of flour mixture into chocolate batter. One-third at a time, gently fold in remaining egg whites and flour mixture. Spoon half of batter into ramekins, filling more than half full. Place a frozen chocolate cube in center of each. Spoon remaining batter in ramekins, covering chocolate cubes completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 15 to 20 minutes or until batter has risen about 1/2 inch above rims of ramekins and tops are slightly cracked. While cakes are baking, prepare the orange cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prepare the orange cream and assemble dessert:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Beat heavy cream, sugar, orange zest and orange essence in bowl until it starts to thicken, but is still pourable, using electric mixer at medium speed. Do not overbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently heat reserved chocolate mixture over a saucepan of hot, not simmering water. Keep sauce warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invert warm cake onto center of each dessert plate. Lightly dust with confectioners' sugar. Spoon some orange cream around base of cake. Lightly sprinkle with cocoa powder. Garnish with mint. Serve immediately and pass warm chocolate sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109145117168790193?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109145117168790193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109145117168790193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145117168790193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109145117168790193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/08/molten-chocolate-cake-frozen-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109103403186227174</id><published>2004-07-29T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T01:00:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell am I doing? Seriously, I do not know. I have been on a baking rampage these past few weeks. Naturally, everyone around me realise that there must be something wrong with me. I shall attempt to make..hmmmm sticky date pudding on Thursday night. Hahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109103403186227174?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109103403186227174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109103403186227174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103403186227174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103403186227174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-hell-am-i-doing-seriously-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109103353705514210</id><published>2004-07-29T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:52:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feelings...nothing more than feelings.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I'm feeling defined as anger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does feeling like you can't do anything constitute as frustration?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling as though you do not have a hand in the matter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't really help my current situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109103353705514210?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109103353705514210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109103353705514210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103353705514210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103353705514210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109103321909639694</id><published>2004-07-29T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:46:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;250 gm&amp;nbsp;mascarpone cheese&lt;br /&gt;24 ladyfingers/spongefingers&lt;br /&gt;1 cup coffee (Nescafe works)&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury Velvet&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat yolks with sugar and vanilla until smooth and light yellow. Fold mascarpone into yolk mixture. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak&amp;nbsp;spongefingers in coffee and arrange&amp;nbsp;6 of them in the bottom of a dish(whatever, I dunno what size, something similar to Sara Lee pound cake packaging).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Make sure the spongefingers are not too soggy.&amp;nbsp;Spread half the mascarpone mixture over the spongefingers. Repeat with remaining&amp;nbsp;spongefingers and mascarpone. Cover and chill 1 hour. Sprinkle with cocoa and&amp;nbsp;Cadbury Velvet&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109103321909639694?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109103321909639694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109103321909639694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103321909639694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109103321909639694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/tiramisu-3-egg-yolks-13-cup-icing.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093620012065298</id><published>2004-07-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:50:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Desperate need for endorphins, Chocolate coated cherries will do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling like crap, but thanks to something called chocolate, I am feeling slightly better. I don't know, I'm under extreme pressure right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm graduating on 13th September, a joyous and momentous&amp;nbsp;occasion. However, I'm feeling so depressed that it ain't funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is how I'm dealing with it, baking helps big time. Someone said that I have become anti-social. I posed this question to my friends to which they replied, "If you were considered anti-social, what does that make us, we don't mix around with other people?" Each time I sit in the dining hall, je vois lui. And it hurts, no matter how hard I try to ignore&amp;nbsp;it, it&amp;nbsp;just plain hurts. I eat my meals and I dash out of the dining hall. Argh! The frustration that I'm feeling is horrendous. I can't do anything about it which is bloody&amp;nbsp;unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093620012065298?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093620012065298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093620012065298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093620012065298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093620012065298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/desperate-need-for-endorphins.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093504250137016</id><published>2004-07-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:30:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never Ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never could understand why I feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never could imagine why I could fall this hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never could explain why you behave the way you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never could I ever comprehend how you could treat me in this manner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever have I felt your arms around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever have I felt enveloped by yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever have you pulled me so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever have you pushed me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tug of war that I don't want to face no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A never ending hurt that doesn't leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another crack that my fragile heart can't handle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another stab that makes the body weaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realise now that we can never be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realise the truth of what has been said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realise that you care for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realise that you are just a slow reacting poison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realise that the antidote is to not see you anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never ever is a promise I make to myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093504250137016?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093504250137016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093504250137016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093504250137016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093504250137016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/never-ever-never-could-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093493648244489</id><published>2004-07-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:28:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for darkness to envelope me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To beckon me into its embrace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To fall onto a mattress of marshmallows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lay my head onto the cloudlike pillows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And slowly drifting off into a sweet and long slumber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for what dreams may come &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To frolic amongst the waves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lie on the sands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To relax &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And awakening to the rays of the morning sun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for that dream I had dreamt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel your kisses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To recall the warm embrace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be slapped by the brutal truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And realise you weren't really you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for sleep to come &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To close my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To forget the sadness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To ignore the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dream sweet dreams as I sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093493648244489?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093493648244489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093493648244489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093493648244489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093493648244489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/dreams-waiting-for-darkness-to.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093479572984893</id><published>2004-07-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:26:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek Solace Somehow Somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I seeked solace in youI fell unwittingly in too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Into the hole that I had dug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I kept thinking of you in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My friends are telling me that you're a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However all I could do was shrug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I couldn't see what they saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I couldn't notice what they pointed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I couldn't see your faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I told them that you had a kind heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I told them that I had fallen for you right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why didn't I listen to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why didn't I opened my eyes wider to see the reality of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But still all I can see now was the person I fell in love with years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Are you not the same person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093479572984893?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093479572984893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093479572984893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093479572984893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093479572984893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/seek-solace-somehow-somewhere-i-seeked.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093392781845442</id><published>2004-07-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:12:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seriously don't understand how my female intuition is so freaking accurate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'avais raison, il sort avec elle. Pourquoi est-ce que je dois avoir raison ? Il me blesse tellement. Comment est-ce que quelqu'un peut inciter une autre personne à sentir ce mauvais ? C'est non exact simplement. Apparemment, il n'est pas dans l'amour avec elle, qu'il des justs veut être dans un rapport avec quelqu'un et elle s'est avérée justement être juste arrivée à Perth. Oui un compatriote de camarade à lui. Je devine que quelque chose s'est produite cette nuit chez Sheraton. Si j'étais allé, je me serais placé dans une position de worser que maintenant. Pourquoi est-ce que je suis un tel imbécile ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je pense que ce qui fait ce plus mauvais est que mon "friends" ; a su à son sujet, mais a juste refusé de me dire quelque chose. J'ai dû faire m'indiquer des Mel à son sujet en ce moment au-dessus d'une tasse de café. Le goût amer que l'affogato est parti sur ma langue était exactement comment mon effet dans la bouche quand elle m'a dit la vérité. La vérité que personne n'a voulu me dire. Pourquoi gardez-l'un secret de moi ? Pourquoi faites ceci à moi chaque simple chronométrez? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma mère m'a dit qu'en ce moment, si un homme n'échange pas vos sentiments, pourquoi gaspillez votre excédent de temps qui personne ? Ma mère avait raison, j'avaient perdu mon heure pour trop long. Ce qui peut je faites maintenant, rien à autre que commuter mon foyer quant à ce que je veux faire avec le reste de ma vie. La copie d'I'll hors des formes pour les applications à Curtin et à la résidence permanente, soumettent mon application à DBS et recherchent d'autres travaux en même temps. Essayez d'étudier pour ma théorie de base. Essayez de l'obtenir outre de mon esprit de façon ou d'autre ou d'autre. J'ai beaucoup de choses à complete. Dieu, me donne svp la force pour relever les défis que je relève. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093392781845442?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093392781845442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093392781845442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093392781845442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093392781845442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-seriously-dont-understand-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109093688748764516</id><published>2004-06-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:02:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;International Dinner 2004&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year's theme was Middle-eastern/Egyptian, we had Mummies running around. Hilarious evening and a good closure for the semester.&amp;nbsp;Not many people actually dressed towards the theme. I went for the traditional national costume, traditional hmmmmm the Kebaya, I think its more of an Indonesian costume then a Singaporean one. But hey, I'm both so its all good. Wen came in a Baju Kurung, a Malaysian national costume, Mel in a Cheongsam (she's not from China though) and Gil in a Punjabi suit. Jeff our resident Canadian, dressed in everything to do with Canada, he was wearing boxers with the Canadian flag, a flag, bagpack with a Canadian patch, all things Canadian. And then there was JJ with a full hockey get-up down to the skates. Alex, our American SRA was in a suit as usual and then there were a couple of American TP Mummies going by the names of Brian and Jared. It was a fun night, we even had an Arabian backdrop with a camel and a sarcophagus. It was bittersweet, knowing that this was the last International Dinner we'll have together with most of the batch graduating this year. How fast three years have passed by us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img69.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/intdinner3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img height="203" src="http://img69.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/intldinner2.bmp" width="216" /&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://img69.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/intdinner1.bmp" width="270" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="536" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/DSC01320.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="480" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/DSC01315.jpg" width="486" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109093688748764516?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109093688748764516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109093688748764516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093688748764516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109093688748764516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/06/international-dinner-2004-not-many.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-108273509983948236</id><published>2004-04-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:49:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lately I've been thinking that I seriously need to keep up with my readings and the rest of my work. My thoughts have been too cluttered with thoughts that shouldn't be around floating my brain. Still having nausea and dizzy spells, compounded by my migraine... Man, sometimes I feel like a carpet, being stepped upon by everyone...Why do I commit myself to things that others avoid doing? Am I a sucker for work? Why do I do everything he asks me to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé la razón por la que, y le hago tan. A pesar de lo que cada uno dice sobre él, y sabiendo como cuál es su carácter realmente, me todavía cautivan con él. ¡Mudo yo! Conjeturo, yo tengo todavía satisfacer a otra persona que podría barrerme de mis pies. Vida triste de un salsachica triste.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden realisation, there's Salsa at the Sheraton on Saturday night, now I know why he wanted me to take the duty that no one wants and wasn't supposed to be mine at all. Wow, good of him to assume that I wasn't going to Sheraton. I need to knock some sense into my head.. Oh wait, is that why there's stars all around my head? Woozy again.... Its the medication I tell you. Oh salsachica why are you so dumb????? I've got another session on Tuesday. Crapola! Yes, I believe that is the reason why he asked me, oh other than the fact that I say "yes" to everything he says and asks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to say no... Be mean, tell people to back off and to stop bugging me. Not in a brilliant mood today, just had an exam. Studied hard for it, got sick in the exam theatre..Heart was palpitating waaaaaaaaay too fast... Took my angina medication twice.. Woozy and my heart's beating rapidly... The last medical I had, the doctor said that if my heart rate goes up any higher and faster, I could get a heart attack pretty soon. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, just great that's just what I need? A broken heart that's gonna get thrashed pretty soon.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-108273509983948236?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/108273509983948236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=108273509983948236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108273509983948236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108273509983948236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/04/lately-ive-been-thinking-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-108202231741213871</id><published>2004-04-15T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:49:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Easter Break and all I have to show for it is my assignment, the bane of my existence. Argh...Day in day out I sit in front of my computer typing should I say mindless garble. Been feeling too sick, don't think I want to go out tonight. Maybe just stay in and sleep. Hadn't had much sleep last night. Stress is kicking in, I guess that's what's explaining the feeling of nausea that I've been having.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-108202231741213871?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/108202231741213871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=108202231741213871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108202231741213871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108202231741213871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/04/easter-break-and-all-i-have-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-108196024836427526</id><published>2004-04-15T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:34:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've finally finished my analysis on Dell. Argh, being ill and having an assignment due as well as being on duty is a really sad affair. I've been staring at my computer screen since 4:00 am yesterday morning. It's been a pretty cold day and it'll probably be a pretty cold night as well. I don't know, I just feel so lethargic these past few days and ill, and have been falling asleep at 9 plus at night. Just exhausted with too many things on my mind. I know I should chill and relax being that its Easter break, but there's just more work that needs to be done, one after another. Not to forget the mid-semester exams next Friday and the Friday after next. Sigh.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-108196024836427526?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/108196024836427526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=108196024836427526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108196024836427526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/108196024836427526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2004/04/ive-finally-finished-my-analysis-on.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154562570807185</id><published>2003-10-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:07:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday again... I see a pattern here... Been having a back aches the whole week. Guess been sitting at my desk doing assignments for too long. It hurts so bad when I walk up the stairs and when I go to Uni.. Last night we had our end-of-year dinner, the theme was Halloween being that its on Saturday.. Go figure. Anyways, was rushing around yesterday, had a presentation for Organisational Development.. Oh my gawd, that was a painful experience, we could have done it better. I think that there was an unequal distribution of work, but hmmmm what is done is done. Argggh... need to do really really well for the exams. Anyway rushed back to college, made our wings, decorated the dining room with material down the windows, gummy snakes and frogs and Jack-O Lanterns as a centrepiece. Gil, Stef and me decorated the JRCR... lots of cobwebs all around and broomsticks and a cauldron full of candy. Durrow girls and Gillian put up the finishing touches to the dining hall. Dining hall seriously transformed from a drab eating place, to a slighly more dark and drab eating space. Hahahaahahahahaha. &lt;a href="http://au.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/katiari"&gt;Halloween Pictures&lt;/a&gt; could probably give you an idea of what goes on in Trinity. Wen, Stef, Nic and I came as four dark fairies. Hahahaha, go figure.... I'm Fairy-Dah... ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, il va un voyage pour 2 mois... Je n'ai pas l'ecrire. Je lui manque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154562570807185?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154562570807185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154562570807185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154562570807185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154562570807185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/thursday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154556841230430</id><published>2003-10-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:06:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday, class at 2 I think. Got up at 7 and collapsed or rather concussed until 9. Slept at about 4 plus in the morning. Trouble going to bed. Too much stuff in my head. Week went by so fast. I don't know how the semester went by so fast. Many changes happening in my life but still I remain the same. Assignment about the architecture of a balanced scorecard in CommunityWest. Oh my gawd how the heck am I gonna attempt to complete this. I think I can somehow or another. Haven't been salsaing for a number of weeks. Its alright, its all good. Work comes first somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154556841230430?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154556841230430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154556841230430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154556841230430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154556841230430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/thursday-class-at-2-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154551588287017</id><published>2003-10-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:05:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trinity Ball was at the Novotel Langley. Had a 'ball' of a time. Corny I know but cannot resist it. It was so much better than the balls that I had been to. Perhaps the fact that I knew most of the people there and that I had a great time.Not having a date wasn't a big problem. I had the other RLMS and my friends to spend time with. Music was pretty good actually. Most of my Hull girls were there and we had a blast. Pretty weird stuff happened that night, but let's just say that we're just gonna forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154551588287017?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154551588287017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154551588287017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154551588287017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154551588287017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/trinity-ball-was-at-novotel-langley.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154547026078507</id><published>2003-10-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:04:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brilliant day, the sun, the sand and the sea. With a good book to read what more can I ask for. Looked forward to today since morning. 3 hour seminars are not feasible on a gloriously bright and hot Friday morning. Cottesloe was crowded but amazingly it was quiet and peaceful. Albeit the copious amounts of sunscreen on my face and and body, my skin hurt, my eyes hurt, my cheeks hurt. That was after 2 hours plus of frying in the sun. But I'm still in a pretty good mood. The whole hanging out at the beach, hadn't done that in a pretty long time. Used to do that alot when I was in secondary school. It feels great to take a break from assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Got to finish my Telstra assignment by Sunday. Organise meetings for next week, the earlier the better. And complete most of my readings for OD. Try to do meetings before Wednesday. So that basically means my monday is dominated by meetings in the afternoon and Tuesdays in between lectures. Argh! Ok, focus, you're still in a jubilant mood.&lt;br /&gt;Found out Stadler's moving out, and moving in with his parents at Cottesloe. Going to miss the bouncy boy and his incessant. "It's good, it's good, it's good, it's nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154547026078507?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154547026078507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154547026078507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154547026078507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154547026078507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/brilliant-day-sun-sand-and-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154542306477293</id><published>2003-10-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:03:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received a phonecall from a certain someone. :)Was shocked at first to hear from him so quick. Nervousness all around, heart palpitates and laughing fits from yours truly, "Weird", was the word of the day. Great voice but could sense he was nervous too. I was really glad to finally speak with him.&lt;br /&gt;Made a huge stack of waffles for Hull's Waffle Night. Ice cream, toppings, maple syrup, butter, whipped cream and gelato were on hand for everyone to slap onto their waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154542306477293?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154542306477293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154542306477293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154542306477293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154542306477293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/received-phonecall-from-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154536717469197</id><published>2003-10-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:02:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught up with Cindy for about half an hour. Hadn't seen her for a loooooooooooong while. Chest hurts.. traumatised by eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154536717469197?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154536717469197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154536717469197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154536717469197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154536717469197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/caught-up-with-cindy-for-about-half.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154532376928553</id><published>2003-10-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:02:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Mel's birthday at Paddy McGuires. Sports Dinner, Louise received the award for Sportswoman of the Year for Badminton. Last year it was Michelle who won the award. Very proud of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154532376928553?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154532376928553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154532376928553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154532376928553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154532376928553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/mels-birthday-at-paddy-mcguires.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154527663446120</id><published>2003-10-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:01:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argentinian Tango Class. Hard work to walk and maintain posture. So different from salsa and bachata. Really enjoyed it though. First day of Uni, and oh the amount of work is neverending. Room's a wreck with all my journal articles and notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154527663446120?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154527663446120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154527663446120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154527663446120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154527663446120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2003/10/argentinian-tango-class.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154627802578785</id><published>2002-11-18T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:17:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A better day like no other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...3 papers down, 1 more to go before I'll be leaving on a jet plane..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep much should be studying for my next paper... A lot has happened since that night at The Last Drop. I discovered things which I don't want to know, about the person I shouldn't be thinking about.. but its hard. So damn hard...&lt;br /&gt;Been having a lousy week, had a SWOT VAC last week and going back home on Saturday night... And then no more mon chou chou..No more standing out of the balcony looking to my left across to the other wing....No more coming back at 7 am in the morning from clubbing all night.. No more 7 am brekkies avec lui..Tonight we're going to the beach, just to hang out... I'm not sure that's a good idea..but I think I need to go out, been staying in my room for the past week studying and taking exams....But hey I've grown quite attached to my room with my huge balcony..Next semester, a new room, a new job...perhaps a different life? Have to be back in college on the 17th February. I can't believe I'm accepted as a Relationship Life Manager.. What a joke..I don't even have a pseudo realtionship right now... Ok think of positive thoughts..Think of the attached bathroom hahahahaha..... Small balcony shared with two guys..hmmm not interesting..All my aspirations of putting a couch on my balcony and staring out at the Quad..gone..all gone..&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my horoscope says of my day today:&lt;br /&gt;Taurus Apr 21 - May 20&lt;br /&gt;Mon November 18, 2002&lt;br /&gt;You should be feeling much better now that your high cycle has begun. Everyone will be charmed by you as the Moon gives you extra charisma; use this advantage on your most significant other, who may crave your attention. You could feel somewhat awkward and out of place at a social function, but it's all in your head. You are the belle of the ball and you don't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky numbers are: 1,10&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky colours are: ruby red,snow white&lt;br /&gt;Right.... Maybe should wear something red today hahahaha just in case....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154627802578785?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154627802578785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154627802578785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154627802578785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154627802578785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2002/11/better-day-like-no-other-so.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154636627567973</id><published>2002-10-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:19:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On a night unlike any other night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, been saying that a lot. I feel it is the perfect word to describe how I am feeling since last night... It was my dear neighbour's 20th birthday. We went down to The Last Drop again to celebrate her birthday. We got there at about a quarter to 11.. He wasn't there yet.... I sat down with a drink and waited for the rest of the gang to appear. Arrgh.... I have been avoiding him for a couple of days...I don't know why... Perhaps I was trying to trick myself into not caring about him anymore...I guess I almost succeeded...Almost..&lt;br /&gt;He sauntered in at twenty past 11. He looked dishevelled and pretty much half-dead. But still had the "look" about him.... The "look", cute nerd boy look... sigh... Hugged the birthday girl and basically started to work the room. He really can make everyone feel comfortable. Everyone... except for me...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it anymore and went on the dance floor with Koz. Music was not one would call exceptional, but it will do just to get me away from him. But....after a while, he came over and danced with us. He seriously have a particular way of dancing that I guess is very "special". Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Dr Lurvepunk took a picture of us as we walked back. :)As he walked me back to my room, I asked him what he would be doing next. He said that he was going to go to sleep. I told him that I had to do research for a presentation and couldn't go to sleep yet. He told me that he would be dreaming of me when he sleep. We reached infront of my door and I gave him a hug. But as we embraced, he whispered in my ear,"More Courage cherie". Before I could ask him what the heck he meant by that I received a call on my mobile from Cindy. Darn! Arrgh!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he meant by what he said. I asked Sadie about it and she reckoned that he wanted me to give him a peck. I asked Nyonya about it but she said to just ask him about. Dr Lurvepunk told me to wait for an opportune moment to ask him. I am so confused and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154636627567973?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154636627567973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154636627567973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154636627567973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154636627567973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2002/10/on-night-unlike-any-other-night-arrgh.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154646963711504</id><published>2002-10-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:21:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Along the winding path to The Last Drop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the early hours of Friday, and I've got 18 hours until I meet up with him. I seriously think that the more I spent time with him, the much more harder it will be when we each go our separate ways. Although I will have sweet memories, I believe that they would turn back and torment me. He does not know how I feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Luvpunk, our resident psychologist in the making plays a YENTA role in all of these. She thinks that it would be good for me to tell him how I felt when he leaves..... But where would that leave me with? Other than the satisfaction and relief that he knew the truth there lies another factor not uncovered. What would he think of me? I don't think I can handle this rejection if it occurs. "Ah, yes", is what I use when talking about him with my friends. Would his reaction to my disclosure be "Ah, yes" as well? I wish it would be......&lt;br /&gt;I had an hour and a half of sleep the night before and about two hours of sleep before that. Right now, I think the brain cells are probably commiting "Hara-Kiri". My right brain tells me to continue writing, whilst my left brain's commanding me to go and sleep. When I sleep Ihave been having these dreams which involve "Ah, yes", most of the time. One dream, I awake on my bed and see him sitting at my desk watching me sleep. Last night in his room I realised that we were actually poles apart. Separated by the continents and by our personal beliefs but I must always remember and consider the effects of the choices we choose to make. The path not taken may not always be the easy path to achieve a sense of love and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154646963711504?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154646963711504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154646963711504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154646963711504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154646963711504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2002/10/along-winding-path-to-last-drop-its.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776573.post-109154654006801901</id><published>2002-10-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:22:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Spring Shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening as usual I am lounging on my bed. The weekend has just begun but what is there to look forward to? Finals are right around the corner and yet I am still in the same position I was when I moved to Australia eight months ago. Am I happy or am I sad? I am not sure at all.&lt;br /&gt;At times I am overjoyed when I see him smile and other times I get so melancholic when I think about the fact that he is moving away. "Three months will go by fast", I keep telling myself. But how will I see him and how will I ever tell him the truth? Perhaps tommorow, perhaps Saturday.... perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;But what is this feeling that I have that whenever he smiles, my heart skips a beat? Is this love or just an infatuation that doesn't go away. I will let the spring rains wash my sadness away. I will spend as much time as I can with him, to give me memories that I will cherish when he is no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776573-109154654006801901?l=salsachica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/feeds/109154654006801901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6776573&amp;postID=109154654006801901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154654006801901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776573/posts/default/109154654006801901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsachica.blogspot.com/2002/10/spring-shower-thursday-evening-as.html' title=''/><author><name>salsachica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08949430024241241762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/salsachica/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
