<?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-7782909198115968766</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:07.321-07:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='working...'/><category term='tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow'/><category term='city lights'/><category term='what love'/><category term='ethel merman'/><category term='blueberry'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='late shifiting'/><category term='the dream keepers'/><category term='Sorry'/><category term='boring post'/><category term='lisa mitchell'/><category term='hope'/><category term='monkee&apos;s'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='hollywood'/><category term='letters to a young poet'/><category term='writing tips'/><category term='what to do?'/><category term='ryan adams'/><category term='ad music'/><category term='study-stress'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='60&apos;s'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='london dish'/><category term='lady lazarus'/><category term='work'/><category term='update'/><category term='nikaa'/><category term='jack'/><category term='cadetship'/><category term='monty python'/><category term='want.need.now'/><category term='no new year love'/><category term='posting in'/><category term='exams'/><category term='stars'/><category term='la marseillaise'/><category term='laura marling'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='louise hay'/><category term='sigur ros'/><category term='young people f***ing'/><category term='wombats bleed love'/><category term='hope for christmas'/><category term='get what you want'/><category term='damien rice'/><category term='paranoid neurotic'/><category term='ernest borgnine'/><category term='marie-antoinette'/><category term='nme'/><category term='espieglerie'/><category term='edit'/><category term='kenny vs spenny'/><category term='smily skies'/><category term='harry'/><category term='dorian grey'/><category term='russell brand'/><category term='odd'/><category term='slumdog'/><category term='golden globes'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='alex zane'/><category term='mod'/><category term='snow patrol'/><title type='text'>A lullaby for an insomniac</title><subtitle type='html'>Let's not sleep together.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2247983171358019219</id><published>2009-03-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:47:50.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nme'/><title type='text'>10 tracks for this week</title><content type='html'>Finally something to jump-around about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NME (one of the greatest music magazine's on the planet), has done all the hard work of music searching for you by releasing their &lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/theoffice"&gt;'10 tracks you must hear this week'.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love searching for new music, I'm hunt around on the internet for hours looking for that new favourite tune, so it's nice when writers you can be sure know their stuff have done that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2247983171358019219?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2247983171358019219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2247983171358019219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2247983171358019219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2247983171358019219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-tracks-for-this-week.html' title='10 tracks for this week'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-179115203865820551</id><published>2009-03-30T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:31:26.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkee&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hey, hey we're The Monkee's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SdB05IAE0YI/AAAAAAAAAbY/azgpzCWffgY/s1600-h/4kees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SdB05IAE0YI/AAAAAAAAAbY/azgpzCWffgY/s400/4kees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318879684673720706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, hey, I remember watching 'The Monkees' when I was about 8 or 9 every day when I'd come home from school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're doing  a bit of a Monkee's marathon on the Bio channel, and so every time I turn on the T.V, I hear 'Last Train...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXXaBu1Ing&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScXXaBu1Ing&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-179115203865820551?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/179115203865820551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=179115203865820551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/179115203865820551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/179115203865820551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-hey-were-monkees.html' title='Hey, hey we&apos;re The Monkee&apos;s!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SdB05IAE0YI/AAAAAAAAAbY/azgpzCWffgY/s72-c/4kees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2505854925934878480</id><published>2009-03-28T23:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:39:55.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorry'/><title type='text'>Sorry :)</title><content type='html'>So, it's been way too long since I've updated. But, I have a good excuse/'s.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Work has been incredibly busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Semester 1 has begun, and I'm already behind (this is not a good omen for the rest of the term)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I've been terribly ill. So ill in fact, I was admitted to hospital earlier this week and had to be put on a drip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I promise to update more regularly now that (hopefully) I am in the swing of some semblance of routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, anyone who has studied Russian Literary Theory, feel free to send me your essays, Lord knows I need all the help I can get at this stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2505854925934878480?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2505854925934878480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2505854925934878480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2505854925934878480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2505854925934878480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry :)'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-6813038930503280915</id><published>2009-01-14T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:19:39.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>I spend way too much time on the 'tube...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OuSdU8tbcHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OuSdU8tbcHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much funniest thing I've seen in a while...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1YJbCftjBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1YJbCftjBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this one's good too. A little weird but it grows on you... much like a meth addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6813038930503280915?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6813038930503280915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6813038930503280915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6813038930503280915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6813038930503280915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-spend-way-too-much-time-on-tube.html' title='I spend way too much time on the &apos;tube...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4737609038141051773</id><published>2009-01-13T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:15:01.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell brand'/><title type='text'>Russell Brand innit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWx2lZlcliI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rhcGG-Zs5ag/s1600-h/brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWx2lZlcliI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rhcGG-Zs5ag/s400/brand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290734047148676642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look, I know Russell Brand is a little weird, maybe even a little frightening, but come on... how can you not love a guy who titles his autobiography 'My Bookie Wook'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4737609038141051773?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4737609038141051773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4737609038141051773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4737609038141051773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4737609038141051773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/russell-bran-innit.html' title='Russell Brand innit'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWx2lZlcliI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rhcGG-Zs5ag/s72-c/brand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4799839808812171853</id><published>2009-01-12T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:06:37.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Back to worksies...</title><content type='html'>I think maybe four days off has been a shock to my system, because right now, I feel like I'm going to die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, ok, that was a little bit extravagant, but I do feel pretty bad. Dizzy, nausea, swaying...and I'm not even drunk this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got one of those major head-aches that kills the back of your neck and just makes you hurt all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I have to get back into work tomorrow. I've been moved around on shifts a little bit which has been nice because producing a late night show and being yelled at every five minutes gets a little redundant after a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to me surviving this week and not ending up worse for wear at the end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4799839808812171853?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4799839808812171853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4799839808812171853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4799839808812171853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4799839808812171853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-worksies.html' title='Back to worksies...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4040210840384623979</id><published>2009-01-12T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:37:57.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ernest borgnine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethel merman'/><title type='text'>Hollywood conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure there's a conspiracy going on in Hollywood. Namely, that Ethel Merman and Ernest Borgnine are actually the same person, that has been using two different persona's to maximise their career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe me? Take a look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWsz2bL_m2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ssvvNOH-6XI/s1600-h/Ethel+Merman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWsz2bL_m2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ssvvNOH-6XI/s400/Ethel+Merman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290379197380795234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ernest Borgnine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWszmqP6O3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Kzkf8GBLTzc/s1600-h/borgnine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWszmqP6O3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/Kzkf8GBLTzc/s400/borgnine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290378926545845106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethel Merman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4040210840384623979?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4040210840384623979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4040210840384623979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4040210840384623979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4040210840384623979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollywood-conspiracy.html' title='Hollywood conspiracy'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWsz2bL_m2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/ssvvNOH-6XI/s72-c/Ethel+Merman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4457704828946555909</id><published>2009-01-11T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:21:08.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><title type='text'>Sigur Ros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWr9WHCyzbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e9HWP2LWbA8/s1600-h/sr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWr9WHCyzbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e9HWP2LWbA8/s400/sr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290319268589784498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Sigur Ros fan? Don't worry if you are, it doesn't make you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much of a wanker.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, someone posted this link on Twitter, you should check it out:  &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89173668/sigur_r_s_moma.htm"&gt;Sigur Ros play New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4457704828946555909?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4457704828946555909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4457704828946555909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4457704828946555909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4457704828946555909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigur-ros.html' title='Sigur Ros'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWr9WHCyzbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e9HWP2LWbA8/s72-c/sr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-1711043000861927577</id><published>2009-01-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:28:01.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden globes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Celebrities never miss a chance to get political...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrwBTz9J5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/IYIaeon-hxI/s1600-h/dern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrwBTz9J5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/IYIaeon-hxI/s400/dern.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290304617588795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not really too sure who Laura Dern is. No, actually I have heard of her. But I only know her as Bruce Dern's daughter or that chick who married Ben Harper.&lt;div&gt;I have an inkling she was in some film back in the early 90's that involved dinosaurs and Richard Attenborough or something...but I don't think it was very popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhoo, the Golden Globes just aired today (yawn) and apart from them being completely boring, which I don't think is a shock to anyone....award shows like these are usually used as political podiums for actors who feel it's their job to tell us plebeians who we should vote for...and what kind of issues are like really like totally important at the moment y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, it's pretty easy to say something to a group of people who share the same views as you. Now, everyone knows Hollywood is completely left...if it's possible they are left of left. So for Dern, or someone like Tim Robbins to get up on stage and make some bogus political acclamation is cowardly. They know they'll be applauded, they know no-one will disagree with them, so that's why they say it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know one person who after Laura Dern made her pathetic tribute to Obama go "Oh goodie, I'm so glad she made a political statement, that's exactly what I watched the Golden Globes to see!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dern, Robbins, Susan Sarandon, Sally Field, and the rest of the left-of-left brigade should consider saving their Obama love-fest for the next time they hold a 'We Hate The West' party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqCDOxbOaMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqCDOxbOaMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1711043000861927577?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1711043000861927577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1711043000861927577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1711043000861927577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1711043000861927577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrities-never-miss-chance-to-get.html' title='Celebrities never miss a chance to get political...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrwBTz9J5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/IYIaeon-hxI/s72-c/dern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-9160073795762897411</id><published>2009-01-04T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:05:38.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry'/><title type='text'>Meet Harry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWF4Dndc0CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FsoM1FqMhYg/s1600-h/IMGP3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWF4Dndc0CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FsoM1FqMhYg/s400/IMGP3634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639441037119522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people go all ga-ga over their pets and it makes you feel a little sick inside? I hate those people...but alas, since getting Harry, I have become one of those people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bird is one of those rare animals that thinks he's a human. He's neurotic, has seperation anxiety and rarely hangs out in his cage - he prefers to fly around the house, screaming, and landing on people's heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my 4 year old next door neighbour is terrified of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-9160073795762897411?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9160073795762897411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=9160073795762897411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/9160073795762897411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/9160073795762897411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-harry.html' title='Meet Harry...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWF4Dndc0CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FsoM1FqMhYg/s72-c/IMGP3634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-789811318190528222</id><published>2009-01-03T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:42:55.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slumdog'/><title type='text'>Slumdog</title><content type='html'>Not sure if you're a movie person or not, but I am. God I love films.&lt;div&gt;I think one of my favourite things in the world is to visit the cinema - I love waiting while the lights go down, the movie begins and boom - you're transported into a whole new world. And for an  hour and 56 minutes you leave reality. It's nice, it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw one the greatest films I've ever seen yesterday. Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how well known this film is around the world. I know it's a HUGE hit in indie circles, but mainstream &gt;&gt;&gt; probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was the person that wanted to go an see this. I thought, from the title, that it would be some gangster flick and I tried to persuade him against it. But, after watching the tralier I realise how wrong I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't tell you the plot line, the trailer can do that much, much better than I can. I will tell you that this film is the most uplifting piece of cinema for this year (yes! I'm making a huge prediction). It's bursting with hope, the performances are flawless, and you'll do the whole bit - laugh, cry and sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-789811318190528222?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/789811318190528222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=789811318190528222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/789811318190528222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/789811318190528222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog.html' title='Slumdog'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-7094824773090012593</id><published>2008-12-31T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:35:30.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVzdSeEU95I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1854Tj6pbtQ/s1600-h/nye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVzdSeEU95I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1854Tj6pbtQ/s400/nye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343372004718482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-7094824773090012593?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7094824773090012593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=7094824773090012593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7094824773090012593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7094824773090012593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVzdSeEU95I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1854Tj6pbtQ/s72-c/nye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8571581997313994000</id><published>2008-12-30T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:01:02.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no new year love'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVo6dlljf7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/yF4Wv-GUqcg/s1600-h/299520677_2c46bd8cb5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVo6dlljf7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/yF4Wv-GUqcg/s400/299520677_2c46bd8cb5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285601392652943282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ginthefer/"&gt;alacrity _danger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, I just looked back at that post and laughed a little. It wasn't meant to be some 'OMG' kind of thing for anyone...but for me it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I kind of fell head-over-heels for a guy I worked with when I was about 16. He was 36 year's old. Big mistake right from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing happened between us...I mean really, what could or would have happened? The lad was nearly 40 and I had only just entered my teens. What - could he have taken me out for ice-cream? Or could I have waited outside while he threw back a few schooners with the boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, you'd think this whole 'idea' that men just want young women would in turn work in my favour...well, thankfully it didn't. I say thankfully because looking back at my 16 year old self, I know I was no-where near ready for a relationship/commitment or anything else that didn't involve crime novels (here's to you Cornwell for filling my tender mind with crime... I'll love you forever more).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVo5LIbKIrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4wl_RIcYZWM/s400/900673849_7bb4d8b362-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285599976075436722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/face_it/"&gt;Gabriela Camerotti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm a 22 year-old woman. Oh God...I'm not a girl I'm a WOMAN. Even saying that sounds so 'official' and even a little frightening. And for the last 5 years I've measured every single man I've met up to this guy I fell for. No-one measured up to him. And you know why? Because I had invented what I thought he was like. I didn't know him that well - I just worked with him, saw him every day  etc. But in my mind I thought up ways he would behave, things he would say, his likes/dislikes etc. I built my own perfect man with him as my template.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a girlfriend now - I'm not sure about that other 4 year gap, I heard he was a bit of a Lothario and has women come in and out of his life so I assumed he would have had someone...just not 'the one'. That said I don't think this girl is the one, who knows, maybe she is. Point being, anything I felt for him has disappeared. I'd like to think it's maturity. I'd like to believe I've grown up, I've changed my mind...and the person I am now, doesn't need to same person I needed at 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there it is. One sleep to go until 2009 come rolling on in and I've discarded an old-love that I had let cling onto me for years and years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, there is some part of me that will still hold a special memory of him (or the 'him' I created), primarily because it represents the most perfect unrecognised love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Pre-New Year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8571581997313994000?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8571581997313994000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8571581997313994000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8571581997313994000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8571581997313994000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVo6dlljf7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/yF4Wv-GUqcg/s72-c/299520677_2c46bd8cb5-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8343108740646133003</id><published>2008-12-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:36:05.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>update - update - update - update - update - update - update - update -</title><content type='html'>I've fallen out of love with a man I've been infatuated with since I was 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8343108740646133003?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8343108740646133003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8343108740646133003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8343108740646133003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8343108740646133003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-update-update-update-update.html' title='update - update - update - update - update - update - update - update -'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8179068168005431149</id><published>2008-12-28T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:58:04.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monty python'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><title type='text'>odd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVduVOBbAMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GK5_oUg-anI/s1600-h/python.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVduVOBbAMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GK5_oUg-anI/s400/python.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284813998562934978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zing, zing, zing.&lt;div&gt;It's been the oddest week. It's Sunday, but feels like Friday. You know when that happens, and you feel all out-of-sync and then your week turns into one big snowball of days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, the week will turn into a brand New Year mid-way through, so you cant understand why I feel so odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVdrhOoUNfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gS7_UXTaLCA/s400/monty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284810906349614578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken to immersing myself in Monty Python and lots of other silly things. I'm a big Python fan, I love the lads and I think their humour is pure genius. I know it's not funny to everyone (my mum doesn't like them at all), but, i find the absurdity and odd nature of their skits put me in a different mind-set. And that's what I love about them. I think that should be the aim of anyone who is creating; be it art, skits, music etc. You want your audience to be transported into a different place, taken out of reality and thrown somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ur5fGSBsfq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ur5fGSBsfq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Philosophers Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to say though, I used to think Michael Palin was by far the most attractive Python boy, BUT, I've taken quite a liking to Terry Jones recently. That's not to say I think Jones is the funniest, oh no, that honour goes to Cleese, Chapman and Palin ( can't pick, sorry ), but looks wise? Yeah, Jones wins that...even dressed as a woman which he seems to have a penchant for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhJQp-q1Y1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhJQp-q1Y1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Fish Slapping Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what I want to know is, is the Monty Python love a purely British/Australian thing, or do other people 'get it' or 'get them' ?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8179068168005431149?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8179068168005431149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8179068168005431149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8179068168005431149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8179068168005431149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/odd.html' title='odd'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVduVOBbAMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GK5_oUg-anI/s72-c/python.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8865984394247950475</id><published>2008-12-27T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:52:20.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mod'/><title type='text'>60's baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/1974174955_e8181da5d3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7448182@N07/"&gt;litteredglass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now I am totally into and in love with the 60's era. I love the straight cut clothes, the short hair cuts, the androgyny, the clean but eccentric make-up. I love, love, LOVE it all. So, in honour of my new found worship - I have dedicated a post to help anyone else who wishes to join me on my brigade to re-visit the era style blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's a wonderful run-down of the tragic life of 60's icon, Edie Segwick's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVYIefcqQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/gfbp0IkuuV0/s400/edie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284420532696662914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye make-up from the 60's is one of the most quintessential elements of the whole mod get-up. It's dark, lots of mascara, liner, kohl...it's all big, black and bold. If you need a lesson in how to paint some 60's magic on your blinkers, check out&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Apply-1960's-Style-Eye-Makeup"&gt; this site&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you wanna see a video outlining a step-by-step process, check&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTBdriBUvcY"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH.MY.GOD...&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;ModCloth &lt;/a&gt;has the best (and I'm not exaggerating here), they have the bestest clothes if you want to transform yourself into Edie Sedgwick or any other 60's chanteuse. The prices are really reasonable, some of their is one-of-a-kind so you know you won't catch anyone else wearing what you've got, and the people that run it are a nice bunch of folks. What are you waiting for? Click, click, CLICK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://the60sofficialsite.com/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; has everything you need to know about the decade (pity about it being littered with gif's from 98).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SVYFFGnnx8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Gga4-72-1Wc/s400/twiggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284416798000138178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And how could I forget that other mod-icon... &lt;a href="http://www.twiggylawson.co.uk/"&gt;TWIGGY!&lt;/a&gt; It's funny, because in all her old 60's modelling shots she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; smiled. Not that it bothered me, I think the whole waif, lost child look totally added to her charm. But not, she has completely changed and smiles and smiles and smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out this video dedicated to living life in the mod-era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBq7icqGxB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBq7icqGxB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8865984394247950475?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8865984394247950475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8865984394247950475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8865984394247950475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8865984394247950475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/ilovethe60sbygavinwm.html' title='60&apos;s baby!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/1974174955_e8181da5d3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-1384450314871011265</id><published>2008-12-22T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:32:14.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edit'/><title type='text'>edit-edit-edit</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Oh my lord, I'm in the editing chair and I'm in control of news bulletins all night. Is that a good thing? Well, it's not so bad, considering I'm chewing my nails down to nothing stressting over lead stories and audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it is nice to be sitting here alone in the news room, doing my own little merry thing and feeling like I have control...the airwaves are mine...for approximately 6.05 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1384450314871011265?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1384450314871011265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1384450314871011265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1384450314871011265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1384450314871011265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/edit-edit-edit.html' title='edit-edit-edit'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8237995978995777382</id><published>2008-12-21T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:15:49.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posting in'/><title type='text'>posting in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/3113302958_b19929248e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smithsonian/3113302958/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Smithsonian Institution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, so, so my darlings. I have been absent from the internet for what feels like forever!&lt;br /&gt;Getting knee deep in my new job and with my ISP deciding to shut its door without letting its customers know...yeah, all those things make a recipe for Internet activity impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to update, really though. It reminds me of those times you see people you haven't seen for years and when you two really start talking you both end up saying 'yeah...not much has really changed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, tonight I'm on my own at work. Edititng, writing and reading the news. Dear God, I'm petrified, excited and positively wrapped that I've been given the chance to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my computer is working...and I've switched ISP's (damn you chilli), updates will be more frequent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8237995978995777382?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8237995978995777382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8237995978995777382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8237995978995777382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8237995978995777382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/posting-in.html' title='posting in...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/3113302958_b19929248e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4217039732575870954</id><published>2008-12-11T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:30:33.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><title type='text'>jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUIElcIG23I/AAAAAAAAAW8/M7_g7vXjG78/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278786754483510130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUIElcIG23I/AAAAAAAAAW8/M7_g7vXjG78/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read Jack now every day&lt;br /&gt;he sings me my lullabies&lt;br /&gt;and helps me dream sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;of writing great novels&lt;br /&gt;and taking long trips to the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;he makes me realise that it's all just make believe&lt;br /&gt;isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4217039732575870954?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4217039732575870954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4217039732575870954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4217039732575870954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4217039732575870954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/jack.html' title='jack'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUIElcIG23I/AAAAAAAAAW8/M7_g7vXjG78/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-436401537986996832</id><published>2008-12-10T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:36.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late shifiting'/><title type='text'>late shifting,bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278380299366968802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCS6o0wLeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7YC5rYfGkKI/s400/jack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up having one of those days yesterday where everything went wrong. One bad thing after another. Whats funny is, is that once two bad things in a row have happened, you almost expect more bad thing to occur...so, you kind of jinx yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said...I had some chocolate on me that I'd bought for my dad and because I was feeling so blue, I opened it, ate some, then wrapped it all back together. I don't think he'd realise though (let's hope not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, I also have a new literary love hero: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Kerouac"&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/a&gt;. I started reading his masterpiece 'On the Road' yesterday, and I'm quite certain it's going to be fighting it out with 'In cold blood' and 'Catcher in the rye' for the best book's I've ever read award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, ever wonder what it's like to work behind the scenes at a radio show? Well, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPNMIBII/AAAAAAAAAWk/mUESJqO8G8Q/s1600-h/phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278380652726060162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPNMIBII/AAAAAAAAAWk/mUESJqO8G8Q/s400/phone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason someone felt it was important to let others know this. I thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPWnuRxI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rb7Amcc09Vg/s1600-h/screen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278380655257732882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPWnuRxI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rb7Amcc09Vg/s400/screen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The screen. You write callers names on there, click the 'update studio' button and the announcer has their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPEHACkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mkyYcrxfWIM/s1600-h/phone2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278380650288646722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCTPEHACkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mkyYcrxfWIM/s400/phone2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh My God, the phones did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-436401537986996832?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/436401537986996832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=436401537986996832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/436401537986996832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/436401537986996832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-shiftingbored.html' title='late shifting,bored'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SUCS6o0wLeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7YC5rYfGkKI/s72-c/jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-3602289428545707513</id><published>2008-12-09T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:49.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working...'/><title type='text'>working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcazadi/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277958045945659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/ST8S4QQBf0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/x7gL5cKzaC8/s400/walk1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;McAzadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's been one of those mish-mash weeks. You know the kind - the ones where the days are all mixed you (you think it's Friday, it's really only Tuesday), you feel tired, restless and just want the week to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually having a ball at work - in that I'm writing copy faster, writing more interesting intro's and I think the main point it, getting more confident about my writing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious, is this a general path most new employees take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we all kind of go into a new place feeling like we really don't belong there/can't believe we were hired because we secretly know just how bad we are?&lt;br /&gt;Then we kind go on our merry way, but never quite get into the groove of things because we're too busy critiquing ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly, it's as if you have a epiphany, you arrive and you do your job and for once, you walk away genuinely pleased. It's a rare, wonderful feeling. One that you try to hold on to and revisit whenever you feel your confidence crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;Then, before you know it, you're not the new kid anymore...you're 'one of the family'. It all happened so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you guys go through that path of work self doubt? Or, do you start a new job totally confident and wanting to kick ass (I know my neighbour does...so I'm sure more people do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to meet an old friend before work. Have a wonderful day, wherever you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-3602289428545707513?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3602289428545707513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=3602289428545707513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/3602289428545707513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/3602289428545707513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/working.html' title='working...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/ST8S4QQBf0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/x7gL5cKzaC8/s72-c/walk1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8861040746653867837</id><published>2008-12-07T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:14:30.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope for christmas'/><title type='text'>hope for christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277003673079286210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STuu4cRSicI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hLOZJzhoS5k/s400/hope4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STuvMdVHTOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/96yxagKU52o/s1600-h/hope5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277004016961146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STuvMdVHTOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/96yxagKU52o/s400/hope5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I have to totally credit &lt;a href="http://www.galadarling.com/"&gt;Gala&lt;/a&gt; with this idea. She is like the goddess of creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was walking through a mega-cheap store today... and saw this decoration. It was a silver 'HOPE' chirstmas tree decoration, and I had to have it. At $3, how could I NOT buy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I came home, got out my red nail polish and red glitter, painted it, dusted glitter over it and slid it through a spare gold chain. Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8861040746653867837?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8861040746653867837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8861040746653867837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8861040746653867837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8861040746653867837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope-for-christmas.html' title='hope for christmas'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STuu4cRSicI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hLOZJzhoS5k/s72-c/hope4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2705348632971622044</id><published>2008-12-06T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:50:47.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louise hay'/><title type='text'>louise hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before &lt;em&gt;The Secret, &lt;/em&gt;Louise Hay (founder of Hay House Publishing), taught us about the power of the universe, and how to love ourselves...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ltJJbYvMagE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2705348632971622044?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2705348632971622044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2705348632971622044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2705348632971622044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2705348632971622044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/louise-hay.html' title='louise hay'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-856714824685149227</id><published>2008-12-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:26:48.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dream keepers'/><title type='text'>the dream keepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STsl8isZkXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-63M4dYBuz4/s1600-h/beach-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276853110430077298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STsl8isZkXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-63M4dYBuz4/s400/beach-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'E&lt;em&gt;very day from nine to five I sit at my desk facing the door of the office and type up other peoples dreams (...) from where I sit, I figure the world is run by one thing and one thing only. Panic with a dog-face, devil face, hag-face, whore-face, panic in capital letters with no face at all - it's the same Johnny Panic, awake or asleep.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'There isn't a dream I've typed up in our record books that I dont know by heart. Theres insn't a dream I havn't copied out at home into Johnny Panic's Bible of Dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my real calling'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/a&gt;, 1932 – 1963&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-856714824685149227?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/856714824685149227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=856714824685149227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/856714824685149227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/856714824685149227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-keepers.html' title='the dream keepers'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STsl8isZkXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-63M4dYBuz4/s72-c/beach-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-6813304127049124743</id><published>2008-12-05T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:24:12.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow'/><title type='text'>tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STkO7oXgwBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2H_b_BA_X_U/s1600-h/flower2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276264856052350994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STkO7oXgwBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2H_b_BA_X_U/s400/flower2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STkO0BkClsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LxGPzRveWow/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276264725376833218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STkO0BkClsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LxGPzRveWow/s400/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/macomaco/"&gt;+Maco+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain does not decrease,&lt;br /&gt;You just becomes used to the feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's etched into you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just go through the motions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow does not matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infact - tomorrow may not even come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, today, does not even exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, do not worry about what is not real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and do not be afraid to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6813304127049124743?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6813304127049124743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6813304127049124743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6813304127049124743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6813304127049124743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STkO7oXgwBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2H_b_BA_X_U/s72-c/flower2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-5341751404222789677</id><published>2008-12-04T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:42:59.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex zane'/><title type='text'>I AM....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STfOtveSTFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UTNkUeM4tHQ/s1600-h/az.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275912773720755282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STfOtveSTFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UTNkUeM4tHQ/s400/az.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Zane"&gt;Alex Zane&lt;/a&gt;. Sigh, feast your eyes and watch him ruin a news broadcast. So funny...so hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XF8mgr9wXGg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XF8mgr9wXGg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5341751404222789677?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5341751404222789677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5341751404222789677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5341751404222789677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5341751404222789677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am.html' title='I AM....'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STfOtveSTFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UTNkUeM4tHQ/s72-c/az.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8735254405866936803</id><published>2008-12-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:50:01.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what love'/><title type='text'>what love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STXIyS3QxHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FDc0mmOkbeI/s1600-h/littlenora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275343304917042290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STXIyS3QxHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FDc0mmOkbeI/s400/littlenora.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/al_sulaty/"&gt;Little Nora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think, we need to take a little bit of a closer look at what love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Novelists wrote about it, poets live for it, and the average person yearns for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But is it just a misguided notion? Do we all want romantic love? Or, do we feel we're simply supposed to want it, because everybody else does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.australianreview.net/digest/2003/05/pike.html"&gt;Mary Evens&lt;/a&gt; doesn't believe in love at all. My English literature professor wrote a review on her amazing book, &lt;strong&gt;'Love; an unromantic discussion'&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's one of the things she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ideas of romantic love are continually reproduced in art, literature, and media, forming part of our larger cultural imagination. In romantic love we enter the world of fantasy, and in a sense, take flight from reality. Entering into this fantasy, this play of romantic love, has all kinds of personal and social consequences. One might ask: is romantic love a desirable deception? Sociologist Mary Evans thinks not. In Love: An Unromantic Discussion, she urges us—women in particular—to abandon romantic love. It is individualistic. Its expectations are too high. It is demanding. It’s commodified love. It is a myth. It’s bound to fail. For women, it is a trap.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Deborah Pike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A woman, who doesn't subscribe to pre-conceived ideas of love? Scandal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's had her heart broken, that must be it. That's what we all think right? It seems inconceivable that a woman could arrive at this belief. Women are, after all, only here to serve men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night while I slaved away behind a news desk for a late night radio show, I started flipping through my thesaurus (otherwise known as my bible), and decided to look up love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The results were quite eye-opening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worship, adoration, devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about loosing yourself isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgetting yourself as you simply melt into someone else's character,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someones else's likes, dislike's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can you remember yourself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you exist for someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't matter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't even care about mattering,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You matter because you are wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8735254405866936803?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8735254405866936803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8735254405866936803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8735254405866936803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8735254405866936803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-love.html' title='what love'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STXIyS3QxHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FDc0mmOkbeI/s72-c/littlenora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2347299136042640748</id><published>2008-12-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:19:02.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smily skies'/><title type='text'>smily skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSn6nNzwcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mmXXj2DyAXo/s1600-h/0,,6378912,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275025688958845378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSn6nNzwcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mmXXj2DyAXo/s400/0,,6378912,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The sky is happy to see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,24736610-421,00.html"&gt;news.com&lt;/a&gt;, and it turns out that yesterday, the night sky was smiling down on us here in Australia...but, it appeared to be frowning on our friends in the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's all to do with the shape of the moon, Jupiter and Venus being seen in the stunning night sky.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the cutest thing I've seen all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSnbcF-3bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RUwyOo3CA3U/s1600-h/0,,6379132,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275025153397284274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSnbcF-3bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/RUwyOo3CA3U/s400/0,,6379132,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Melbourne, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275025382614631794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSnox_qBXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Q2KlvD5m7w/s400/0,,6379136,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New York City, America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2347299136042640748?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2347299136042640748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2347299136042640748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2347299136042640748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2347299136042640748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/smily-skies.html' title='smily skies'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STSn6nNzwcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mmXXj2DyAXo/s72-c/0,,6378912,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-7211690406907016254</id><published>2008-11-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:57:04.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get what you want'/><title type='text'>get what you want</title><content type='html'>While I wait patiently for my conscience to make a decision ( I don't want to feel bad you know), I'm going to try and fix a small problem. See...I want someone or something I can't have. And, it's killing me a little bit. No, no, I'm not going all emo//sad here. I'm just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of times when you want something/one you can't have and it's all consuming. More so, because the challenge to get that thing is even greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're going through the same emotional roller coaster that I am, lets take comfort in these links together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few tips from the queen of self-betterment, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/personal/12/05/get.what.you.want/index.html"&gt;OPRAH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.spiritual.com.au/articles/aymen/focus.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; is written by lifestyle coach Aymen Fares. It's nice and simple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://learn.trizle.com/posts/894-how-to-get-what-you-want-2"&gt;How to really get what you want&lt;/a&gt; (not sure why the really is in the title, but, there you go)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get what you want from &lt;a href="http://www.whatithinkabout.com/how-to-get-whatever-you-want-from-anyone/"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/a&gt;. I like this blog :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and listen to this while you search. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWEeWBGMaWs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-7211690406907016254?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7211690406907016254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=7211690406907016254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7211690406907016254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7211690406907016254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-what-you-want.html' title='get what you want'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-4932884598634766685</id><published>2008-11-30T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:50:48.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to do?'/><title type='text'>what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;OK...so I need some opinions before I decide to post what I'm thinking of posting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a rather weird/stalkerish email from a guy I know....care to read?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4932884598634766685?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4932884598634766685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4932884598634766685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4932884598634766685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/4932884598634766685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-do.html' title='what to do?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-284013203489824604</id><published>2008-11-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:01:49.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters to a young poet'/><title type='text'>letters to a young poet</title><content type='html'>Today I went on a book shopping spree. I got all these books I had been dying to get for the past two weeks (I spend all my money on books...its terrible) and stocked up!!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the books I got was 'Letters to a young poet' by Rainer Maria Rilke. I studied a few of the letter in my poetry class - and they changed my life. If you're a writer, you need to read this. You really, really do. I consdier Rilke a kind of a spiritual teacher now, I know every person who has read them claims the letters speak 'just to you', and they really do. They will change you life. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIt-LcqysI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O7kgzQE8GYA/s1600-h/IMGP3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274328659852446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIt-LcqysI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O7kgzQE8GYA/s400/IMGP3741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STItHTdERYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IBldQz2q_Ok/s1600-h/IMGP3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274327717108794754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STItHTdERYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IBldQz2q_Ok/s400/IMGP3726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIs76TC9xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DY-lSWjxJWs/s1600-h/IMGP3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274327521377318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIs76TC9xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DY-lSWjxJWs/s400/IMGP3729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIsoXjVSHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JHGwKdL7OUY/s1600-h/IMGP3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274327185632872562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIsoXjVSHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JHGwKdL7OUY/s400/IMGP3732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIsVvpZKoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/M9V3-X3XTXo/s1600-h/IMGP3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274326865683229314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIsVvpZKoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/M9V3-X3XTXo/s400/IMGP3733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIrmpnq_UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rAthAwDHHZo/s1600-h/IMGP3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274326056611544386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIrmpnq_UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rAthAwDHHZo/s400/IMGP3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Letters to a young poet, &lt;em&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-284013203489824604?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/284013203489824604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=284013203489824604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/284013203489824604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/284013203489824604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/letters-to-young-poet.html' title='letters to a young poet'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/STIt-LcqysI/AAAAAAAAAUk/O7kgzQE8GYA/s72-c/IMGP3741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8997984845798701733</id><published>2008-11-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:04:03.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny vs spenny'/><title type='text'>kenny vs spenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sad? This may be incredibly silly...but I promise, you will laugh :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If not, you can slap me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Flh9dEiJgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Flh9dEiJgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also...I totally have a crush on Kenny. Call me weird or whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8997984845798701733?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8997984845798701733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8997984845798701733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8997984845798701733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8997984845798701733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/kenny-vs-spenny.html' title='kenny vs 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailywritingtips.com/34-writing-tips-that-will-make-you-a-better-writer/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Writing Tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They're amazing, practical, clear and inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-4883168968416048553?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4883168968416048553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=4883168968416048553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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marseillaise'/><title type='text'>la marseillaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I were French...alas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISCEjw8fN-Y&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5570812491998564881?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5570812491998564881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5570812491998564881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='stars'/><title type='text'>stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sadalit/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273599024998589298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SS-WX1zjI3I/AAAAAAAAATs/If1We1v9Jgw/s400/stars1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sadalit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannisag/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273597060142677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SS-UleJZP8I/AAAAAAAAATk/nZJKLu0RCE0/s400/STARS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live, and we die&lt;br /&gt;like the stars,&lt;br /&gt;nothing more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We flicker in moments&lt;br /&gt;when life can be felt&lt;br /&gt;but for most&lt;br /&gt;stare out dumbly&lt;br /&gt;while we wait&lt;br /&gt;and we wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 thousands years to make a spark alight&lt;br /&gt;in a licorish black sky&lt;br /&gt;oh the patience&lt;br /&gt;oh the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children dream of the stars&lt;br /&gt;and someday, they hope,&lt;br /&gt;to maybe catch that twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;and with eyes squeezed tight&lt;br /&gt;and lips pursed with might&lt;br /&gt;make a wish for their life,&lt;br /&gt;or for candy,&lt;br /&gt;or for dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not yet abused, by this cynical joke,&lt;br /&gt;It seems possible still,&lt;br /&gt;to touch the lights of the night.&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;maybe two,&lt;br /&gt;When those memories of youth&lt;br /&gt;do filter through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, you learn to block,&lt;br /&gt;and to stop,&lt;br /&gt;and to freeze,&lt;br /&gt;Those damaging thoughts of childhood&lt;br /&gt;oh how they tease, and they tease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0xi5FqIefE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars&lt;/em&gt; - Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6912697976371157458?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6912697976371157458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6912697976371157458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6912697976371157458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5423386"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HidenSeek's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; etsy page right now to find more of these amazing prints.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-531373549554975120?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/531373549554975120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=531373549554975120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/531373549554975120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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people f***ing'/><title type='text'>young people f***ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm totally going to see this tomorrow night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's an intimate screening, held at a pole dancing studio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How awesome does this film look!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCGDv58kuO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCGDv58kuO0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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f***ing'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-6157693836630705914</id><published>2008-11-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:44:16.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maciejdakowicz/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272479296602786738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSub_EecS7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3-_DBv6buH0/s400/hope3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;© Maciej Dakowicz's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shoken/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272479192773927602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSub5BrtorI/AAAAAAAAAS0/s_Rl9gNvCmg/s400/hope.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sharaff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/momentsbycortni/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272479062445080274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSubxcK5PtI/AAAAAAAAASs/RzNMSEqfKP0/s400/hope1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/momentsbycortni/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; cortnimarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers of tattoo's, heed this call.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting another tattoo (I have a bow on my left wrist).&lt;br /&gt;I would like to get another one on my right wrist, and I'm possibly, considering getting the word 'hope' written.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now....in honour of my little plan, here are some lines from one of my favourite movies, The Shawshank Redemption. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think if any movie out the encapsulates hope, it's this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red:&lt;/strong&gt; [narrating] I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Dufresne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Dufresne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red:&lt;/strong&gt; Forget? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Dufresne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red: &lt;/strong&gt;What're you talking about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Dufresne:&lt;/strong&gt; Hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy Dufresne:&lt;/strong&gt; [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6157693836630705914?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6157693836630705914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6157693836630705914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6157693836630705914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6157693836630705914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSub_EecS7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3-_DBv6buH0/s72-c/hope3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-5165812423891401783</id><published>2008-11-24T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:46:21.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wombats bleed love'/><title type='text'>wombats bleed love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You've heard the song &lt;strong&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/strong&gt; right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;The Wombats&lt;/strong&gt; have covered it...and it's positively dandy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwC5CKTBQAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EwC5CKTBQAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5165812423891401783?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5165812423891401783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5165812423891401783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5165812423891401783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5165812423891401783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/wombats-bleed-love.html' title='wombats bleed love'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-7198840163941741448</id><published>2008-11-24T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:28:54.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><title type='text'>baby names</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking about kids names. I have no idea why though, it's not as if the prospect is an immediate one. However, I do find it an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intriguingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, entertaining exercise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That said, I will now share with you a few names I'm quite keen on...my poor, poor children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ariel (not sure why, I just love the name. But, since I became a huge fan of Sylvia Plath, it takes up an ever bigger place in my heart)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eskandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (this is a new favourite, and I just came upon it when I looked at the authors name on my book of quotes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aida (I think it's strong, pretty, and the nick-name can be Edie, which is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-stunning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aurora (Because my mum wanted to call me this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, huh...I'm going for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the 'A' names huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-7198840163941741448?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7198840163941741448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=7198840163941741448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7198840163941741448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I'm a total paranoid neurotic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought I'd share that with you all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-7456133799799709520?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7456133799799709520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=7456133799799709520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/7456133799799709520'/><link 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awesome, new music.&lt;br /&gt;But recently, alot of great, up and coming songs and starts are being used on ad's (which is good for us).&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd show you a few of my favourite music from ads... paired with the original singer's video (of course).&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sony Bravia Commercial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bb8P7dfjVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bb8P7dfjVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jose Gonzalez 'Heartbeats'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4_4abCWw-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; IPOD (I know theres heaps of songs I could use, but this is my favourite) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IO7hOW_SU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IO7hOW_SU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ceasars 'Jerk it out' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WzqnthEXOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WzqnthEXOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Surf Duvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_XMJzNXmxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_XMJzNXmxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Lisa Mitchell 'Neopolitan Dreams'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RowAc-H3EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RowAc-H3EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2252873392245238391?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2252873392245238391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2252873392245238391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2252873392245238391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the past two days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vomiting like crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizzy like crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I feel guilty...that I'm kind of starting to dislike my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, have to start at 4am tomorrow...that means waking up at like...3am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that even legal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6875759035914227290?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6875759035914227290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6875759035914227290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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marling'/><title type='text'>laura marling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlgae1xhI/AAAAAAAAASk/q92QZFwSWKw/s1600-h/maniac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237965236684306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlgae1xhI/AAAAAAAAASk/q92QZFwSWKw/s400/maniac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlY11BwfI/AAAAAAAAASc/7hrYC2h3Hyw/s1600-h/maniac1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237835138548210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlY11BwfI/AAAAAAAAASc/7hrYC2h3Hyw/s400/maniac1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlFuR7tfI/AAAAAAAAASU/UlBTKLB8rew/s1600-h/maniac2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237506694788594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOlFuR7tfI/AAAAAAAAASU/UlBTKLB8rew/s400/maniac2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOk6c7-F6I/AAAAAAAAASM/9xgVs72h_iE/s1600-h/maniac3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237313060706210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOk6c7-F6I/AAAAAAAAASM/9xgVs72h_iE/s400/maniac3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOkxcZUnHI/AAAAAAAAASE/-6LfrslhmGM/s1600-h/maniac4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270237158296558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOkxcZUnHI/AAAAAAAAASE/-6LfrslhmGM/s400/maniac4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOkd3smzBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-1D6-4uXe9g/s1600-h/maniac5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236822027815954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOkd3smzBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-1D6-4uXe9g/s400/maniac5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236655905012866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOkUM11_II/AAAAAAAAARs/ETPdV0wrjO0/s400/maniac6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236226405171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOj7M1Gf9I/AAAAAAAAARk/gGma45xZjAI/s400/maniac7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOixCSz-JI/AAAAAAAAARU/dotDkX53llg/s1600-h/maniac9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270234952266676370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOixCSz-JI/AAAAAAAAARU/dotDkX53llg/s400/maniac9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOipNfz21I/AAAAAAAAARM/4FO1sAxxRl4/s1600-h/maniac10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270234817835031378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOipNfz21I/AAAAAAAAARM/4FO1sAxxRl4/s400/maniac10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOiftSNr7I/AAAAAAAAARE/K4hHYlZ6RgY/s1600-h/maniac11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270234654569246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOiftSNr7I/AAAAAAAAARE/K4hHYlZ6RgY/s400/maniac11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270234378427790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOiPok9cxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Wy6X460g9GE/s400/maniac12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270234064489212514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOh9XEK6mI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PokKLD_hOo8/s400/maniac14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOhiJ2Rg0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/fm-2Pn0bIro/s1600-h/maniac15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270233597084795714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOhiJ2Rg0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/fm-2Pn0bIro/s400/maniac15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOhYLjG-oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mQy2xgpY-2Q/s1600-h/maniac16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270233425742592642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSOhYLjG-oI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mQy2xgpY-2Q/s400/maniac16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stunning &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djChY6Ol9ig"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Laura Marling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-7260028700024595061?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7260028700024595061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8128548118623211108</id><published>2008-11-18T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:02:42.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kaput.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I can be lazy and not feel guilty about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok...now time to dance on the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eat a tonne of jelly belly's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and put tomorrow out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz-FoGp3p0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz-FoGp3p0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title='exams'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-6390541654555770004</id><published>2008-11-17T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:16:46.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>no sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can't sleep and,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep dreaming of someone I shouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-6390541654555770004?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6390541654555770004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=6390541654555770004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6390541654555770004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/6390541654555770004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sleep.html' title='no sleep'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-1406708408184415146</id><published>2008-11-17T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:37:50.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan adams'/><title type='text'>ryan adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Ryan ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kM0mjukDGRw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1406708408184415146?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1406708408184415146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1406708408184415146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1406708408184415146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1406708408184415146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/ryan-adams.html' title='ryan adams'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8474234988340047296</id><published>2008-11-17T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:32:17.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269571168760627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSFHDwCeACI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QjPYT3pkIS0/s400/cute2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/citronnade/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kimicon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Instead of studying for my theology exam (note: I did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; choose the subject, it's compulsory), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm flipping through a book of quotations...to make myself feel better about being lazy and not studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams come true; without that possibility, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;natue would not incite us to have them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-John Updike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;by those who dared believe that something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside of them was superior to circumstance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bruce Barton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mind can only hold one thought at a time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so make it a positive and constructive one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- H. Jackson Brown Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope that put a smile on your face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even a little grin will suffice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all too short to bother with self-sabotage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8474234988340047296?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8474234988340047296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8474234988340047296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8474234988340047296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8474234988340047296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSFHDwCeACI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QjPYT3pkIS0/s72-c/cute2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2639699802464665780</id><published>2008-11-16T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:17:44.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady lazarus'/><title type='text'>lady lazarus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's Sylvia Plath reading out her amazing poem 'Lady Lazarus'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Haunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esBLxyTFDxE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2639699802464665780?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2639699802464665780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2639699802464665780' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='nikaa'/><title type='text'>nikaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYnKQ8FjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OMVcN3yf_ws/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269520100049557042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYnKQ8FjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OMVcN3yf_ws/s400/walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYc9OlcBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5mZWwrckdks/s1600-h/wind2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269519924751331346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYc9OlcBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5mZWwrckdks/s400/wind2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYRIpGB1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SdD7Cke40EY/s1600-h/wind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269519721656878930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYRIpGB1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SdD7Cke40EY/s400/wind.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYCJvdjQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8UGLlypkLlw/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269519464253984002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYCJvdjQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8UGLlypkLlw/s400/light.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEX4HYXo-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/r3UOVpKGd6w/s1600-h/flowerchild.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269519291821564898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEX4HYXo-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/r3UOVpKGd6w/s400/flowerchild.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEXkhrycvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wHcE51VReAU/s1600-h/look.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269518955284951794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEXkhrycvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wHcE51VReAU/s400/look.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's like watching the most peaceful, dreamy dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All photos by the supremely talented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikaa/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nikaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5978543300026706537?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5978543300026706537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5978543300026706537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5978543300026706537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5978543300026706537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/nikaa.html' title='nikaa'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEYnKQ8FjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OMVcN3yf_ws/s72-c/walk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-5682183592868465746</id><published>2008-11-16T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:55:49.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow patrol'/><title type='text'>snow patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_aH-n5e3N4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_aH-n5e3N4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the new Snow Patrol album 'A hundred million suns'.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I like this album better than&lt;br /&gt;'Final Straw'. &lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kidding, I love everything these guys do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5682183592868465746?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5682183592868465746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5682183592868465746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5682183592868465746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5682183592868465746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow-patrol.html' title='snow patrol'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-8547710285706856271</id><published>2008-11-16T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:13:36.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>one more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nikaa/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269515548267397282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEUeNjgQKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vAfxbjAadL8/s400/redshoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; nikaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had my second-last exam today - the one I didn't study for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eeek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was terrified, thought I would know nothing and spend 10 minutes staring at a blank piece of paper, cry, then walk out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Turned out better then expected (much better, actually). At least I knew what I was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isn't it the best feeling when you finish an exam and you can unload all the stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8547710285706856271?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8547710285706856271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=8547710285706856271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/8547710285706856271'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberry'/><title type='text'>blueberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lastef/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269513638846053170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSESvEZ-uzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6hixw35K22w/s400/blueberry2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LaStef&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garibaldi/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269512577021480722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSERxQzRjxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rSwFhELZnCw/s400/blueberry1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;gari.baldi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sriluka/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269511466728353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SSEQwoow7UI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tNi7x9byaVU/s400/blueberry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; sriluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just had the greatest drink ever.&lt;br /&gt;Pure blueberry juice - no preservatives-no sugar-no concentrates.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think it'd be a little sour-ish with no sugar.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't...pure, sweet, natural, blueberry goodness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me with a blue tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1317487355799012108?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1317487355799012108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1317487355799012108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1317487355799012108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1317487355799012108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rice?&lt;br /&gt;you should.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMP4s9B1cPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMP4s9B1cPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-8341482554267502763?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8341482554267502763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2762369362930830883</id><published>2008-11-16T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:00:04.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london dish'/><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/easy_london/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4661448"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkFxZXF1TW16M1JHLTc1SjMyaGMwNWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Easy London" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/easy_london/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=4661448"&gt;Easy London&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=474593"&gt;lullabiesforaninsomniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being in London would be so terribly wonderful right now.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s - i love cold, rainy weather)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2762369362930830883?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2762369362930830883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2762369362930830883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2762369362930830883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2762369362930830883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-3941060017522400113</id><published>2008-11-15T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:04:07.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorian grey'/><title type='text'>dorian grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR_NdhVWPMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IDIymJQiDxU/s1600-h/DorianGray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269155996094577858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR_NdhVWPMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IDIymJQiDxU/s400/DorianGray2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are all, in a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like that picture of Dorian Grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hiding our deepest flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in gilded tabernacles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tucked far, far inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though we cannot hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our little quirks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and meaningless white lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bloodied daggers hang in rows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inside that gold box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and swing with the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of a firghtented, lost soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Afraid to be released,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;afraid to be revealed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that we are not who we seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our real self is another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;version that we fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to reveal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so we disguise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and work hard to mesmorise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our audiences with tricks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and slights of the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and hope they'll be fooled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;into thinking that you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that mask that you wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;afterall, you fit it so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But cracks soon show through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inevitable slip ups,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(even actors have those)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but fear not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for the secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;will stay safe tucked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and there it shall remain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as long as you take out your thread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and repair day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the rips and the tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of a life performed away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a patchwork it soon becomes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of who you intrinsicly are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and who you make believe you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-3941060017522400113?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3941060017522400113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=3941060017522400113' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2771296907139925883</id><published>2008-11-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:05:12.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa mitchell'/><title type='text'>lisa mitchell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fbUypZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KcFLzEi4k_U/s1600-h/incomplete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105380833191858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fbUypZ7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KcFLzEi4k_U/s400/incomplete.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fOgkFnQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ASm-e1sPRlg/s1600-h/incomplete2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105160655052034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fOgkFnQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ASm-e1sPRlg/s400/incomplete2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fHy0eG8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/8X0nuOTsKBI/s1600-h/incomplete4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269105045296520130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fHy0eG8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/8X0nuOTsKBI/s400/incomplete4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fDtFIpXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y2c8oOjtVg4/s1600-h/incomplete6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269104975036327282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-fDtFIpXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y2c8oOjtVg4/s400/incomplete6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-e6MHaGtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Fx3Dqvl-L1I/s1600-h/incomplete7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269104811568667346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-e6MHaGtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Fx3Dqvl-L1I/s400/incomplete7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-ez7isRTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-VPXUhLhAh4/s1600-h/incomplete8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269104704040486194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR-ez7isRTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-VPXUhLhAh4/s400/incomplete8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the girl I most want to be right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lisamitchellmusic"&gt;Lisa Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2771296907139925883?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2771296907139925883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2771296907139925883' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-5325459098641987161</id><published>2008-11-15T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:13:42.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study-stress'/><title type='text'>study stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/appleseedphotos/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269057133112898498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR9zi8Bus8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/N6qQJpg8t9g/s400/stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;apple_apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR9zPQ_mqFI/AAAAAAAAANs/XgO1264MpQw/s1600-h/books2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269056795143743570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR9zPQ_mqFI/AAAAAAAAANs/XgO1264MpQw/s400/books2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever consider leaving studying for an exam to the last minute....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, it's not because of the amount of study you have to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but rather,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the amount of stress you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God - I had nightmares last night because of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well...it's my own fault though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wish I had made myself pick up these terrible books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they really are terrible)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5325459098641987161?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR9zi8Bus8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/N6qQJpg8t9g/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-1208683717574604499</id><published>2008-11-15T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:21:03.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city lights'/><title type='text'>city lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR67NiOEtoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pV3TLg2dZSg/s1600-h/citylights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268854455268587138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR67NiOEtoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pV3TLg2dZSg/s320/citylights.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arjunpurky/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;... Arjun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter where in the world I end up calling home - there is one thing I want to be able to see:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The city lights&lt;/strong&gt;. I remember being asked what kind of home I wanted - I said the size didn't matter so much - as long as I could see the city lights - and smell the city scent...anyone who has lived in the hussle and bustle knows what I'm talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268855823747030114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR68dMMwnGI/AAAAAAAAANU/xejDXPqpEy0/s320/citylights2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diesmali/"&gt;diesmali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This whole desire was born out of trips my parents and I would take to the city. We didn't live far, maybe a half hours drive from the main business district, but, many times a month we'd go in there at night to see the opera, or the theatre or go out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the back seat of our car and staring outside the window as the city lights whirled by, are some of my favourite memories in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268856790600102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR69VeAftCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XWLnnKwU2Do/s320/citylights3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sergei24/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;serhio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The night lights brought only good memories for me. For some reason, the dark sky combined with the glittering city lights evoked some kind of magical feeling within me. It was this feeling of hopefullness, that anything was possible - I felt like I was in some kind of fairy tale. But alas, the feelings would wash away with the rising of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268857712378972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6-LH5tCqI/AAAAAAAAANk/6_4NdW7PJNY/s320/citylights4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sutanto/"&gt;Sutanto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1208683717574604499?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1208683717574604499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1208683717574604499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1208683717574604499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1208683717574604499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_15.html' title='city lights'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR67NiOEtoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pV3TLg2dZSg/s72-c/citylights.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2736375901090160947</id><published>2008-11-15T01:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:53:53.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IFRAME style="DISPLAY: block" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.sets?.mid=embed-car-474593&amp;_out=embed&amp;display=car&amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%2C%22replaceContainer%22%3A0%7D&amp;size=l&amp;uid=474593" frameBorder=no width=354 scrolling=no height=320&gt;&lt;/IFRAME&gt;&lt;A style="FONT-SIZE: 0.8em" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed-find-474593&amp;amp;id=474593" target=_blank&gt;Find me on Polyvore&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to think this is what a modern Marie Antionette would wear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2736375901090160947?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2736375901090160947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2736375901090160947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2736375901090160947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2736375901090160947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/find-me-on-polyvore.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-5758311084761803874</id><published>2008-11-15T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:15.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marie-antoinette'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ambitionsdesign"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268818181319771922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6aOHOvRxI/AAAAAAAAANE/22vluofKJ9g/s320/marie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AmbitionsDesign's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/belladesignteam/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807708899410754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6QsibKA0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ItXMO5wq0Vs/s320/bellaseven.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bellaseven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ambitionsdesign"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268817485844551410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6ZloYhlvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/KZEEc53UxN0/s320/marie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;AmbitionsDesign's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ambitionsdesign"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268808389240047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6RUI5ARsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tz1C_K4TKdo/s320/marie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AmbitionsDesign's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I crave,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes cry,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for such a lavish era,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long-gone by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-5758311084761803874?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5758311084761803874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=5758311084761803874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5758311084761803874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/5758311084761803874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/ambitionsdesigns-bellaseven.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6aOHOvRxI/AAAAAAAAANE/22vluofKJ9g/s72-c/marie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-1306794334190126938</id><published>2008-11-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:38:13.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espieglerie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6KRwGZFDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UqcCKU0CNKY/s1600-h/word.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800651644179506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6KRwGZFDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UqcCKU0CNKY/s320/word.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-1306794334190126938?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1306794334190126938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=1306794334190126938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1306794334190126938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/1306794334190126938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR6KRwGZFDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UqcCKU0CNKY/s72-c/word.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782909198115968766.post-2559444109537017311</id><published>2008-11-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:34:51.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadetship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR57WTCtsdI/AAAAAAAAALs/7vctLtrQKCE/s1600-h/typewriter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268784237069054418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR57WTCtsdI/AAAAAAAAALs/7vctLtrQKCE/s320/typewriter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I got a job as a cadet journalist and began a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;They're the worst hours though - I have to be up at 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thats hard for someone who can't fall alseep until 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;But I won't complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's been quite brilliant so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Stressfull - as I'm worried about stuffing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Our stories can only be around nine-sentences long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;So, I'm learning how to be indiscriminate about words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782909198115968766-2559444109537017311?l=alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2559444109537017311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782909198115968766&amp;postID=2559444109537017311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2559444109537017311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782909198115968766/posts/default/2559444109537017311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alullabyforaninsomniac.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-job-as-cadet-journalist-and-began.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03209958600423697411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SWrxuGiB_0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/DT4BfHAVhnw/S220/IMGP3910.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjzhUW9-XZg/SR57WTCtsdI/AAAAAAAAALs/7vctLtrQKCE/s72-c/typewriter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
