<?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-10275681</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:51.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thu12b</title><subtitle type='html'>Well i think my title says it all, my name is thu and my bra size is 12b, what else does one need know? oh I'm a libran who enjoys relaxing walks after romantic dinners and reading poetry in the nude, in front of a mirror. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275681.post-110777040876671013</id><published>2005-02-07T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T04:58:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>  Just another manic monday is upon us again, im again at work on the late shift with relatively nothing to do, so with that thought i decided to blog, it's been along time i know but my computer is stuffed, along story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So last night i had a 4 hour conversation with Ali, i can't remember the last time i talked to somebodt for that long, even to myself and i talk to myself alot, because i find me so interesting to talk to and oh so preety to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anywho we talked about all sorts of stuff, from religion, to love, sex..or lack there of, and admist all these revelations he tells me that i have what he calls "Little asain girl" syndrome, meaning i never let myself do anything fun and liberating, and of course being the defiant tempress that i am i objected, so he gave me some "convincing examples". Apprently i;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          1) Don't like swimming because im afraid of "getting water in my ear"&lt;br /&gt;          2) Don't like the beach because "the sand goes EVERYWHERE"&lt;br /&gt;          3) Don't go into the surf when im at the beach, and when i do i dont never put my head in the water, or allow the waves to engulf me because " I don't like the taste of salt water"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;So that's got me thinking, a rare occurance i know, DO i actually HAVE "Little asain girl" syndrome? i always thought i was fun and spontanous, but maybe im not because i've like this guy for moonth but i've been too gutless to say anything because "what IF he knows i like him?". But Ali's reaasuring answer is "Then you'll BOTH be happy", but then what if he doesn't like me and i get rejected but ali says "at least you'll know" i dont want to know that ...i's rather died. Then with that thought i realised that i spend more time and energy in  making sure what i fear most does NOT occur, rather than making sure what i desire DOES happen, does that make sense?.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Geez who knew i was such a tortured soul? I will try to break out of my rut ok?i will try to do things out of character..that was my new years resolution. I will "Seize the day" or something a little more befitting for me,  i will "Taste the salt water".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275681-110777040876671013?l=thu12b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/110777040876671013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275681&amp;postID=110777040876671013' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110777040876671013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110777040876671013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/2005/02/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275681.post-110629982029923330</id><published>2005-01-21T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:30:20.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apprently I'm married...</title><content type='html'>well i just visited julz blog site...and was very intrested in the link she had titled "u can visit my wife here"..and it was MY blog site, apprently we are married ... that's news to me....oh well thats not that much of a big deal..at least THIS way our child which whom she is carrying will not be a bastard, like all the other illegitimate babies that we've had before...&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Thu, a newly married man/woman/?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275681-110629982029923330?l=thu12b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/110629982029923330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275681&amp;postID=110629982029923330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110629982029923330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110629982029923330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/2005/01/apprently-im-married.html' title='Apprently I&apos;m married...'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275681.post-110629889479140435</id><published>2005-01-21T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:14:54.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel trapped</title><content type='html'>hello people's im at work again... how pathetic it's friday night and im at work, and think that's what brought on this bought of depression and this feeling of needing to escape this sad existence i call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u ever get that feeling of wanting to escape everything, and starting fresh all over in a different place where nobody knows your name and anything about u, and u of them? THAT or i just want to go away from here for a while... maybe say EUROPE because i feel i know nothing about the world outside Sydney, and absollutle nothing about Europe, except if u count my extensive knowledge of swish cheese, Danish sweets, and french kisses, ohh and lets not forget spanish fly....but is spain in europe??? who knows probable NOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually im not really as depressed as i made myself out to be, i just try to sound like that because depressed people are just so much more interesting and mysterious, dont u think? im actually a happy chap... but my wanting to go to europe is true, but my knowing about spanish is not..what the hell is THAT???? ALI maybe i know...mister 18CMS XL. ahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;So anywho did i tell u guys i tore the meniscus in  my right knee? so i have to go to a specailist.. but the funny thing is that i have no idea how i did it...a doctor at work, (i wont name any name)but lets just say Dr Andrew Bonura suggested that maybe i spend too much time on my knees....but then again he is a dirty old man, but then again he IS a doctor.   &lt;br /&gt;anywayz duty calls i have to go and xray patients now... ok ok im going for a dinner break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275681-110629889479140435?l=thu12b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/110629889479140435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275681&amp;postID=110629889479140435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110629889479140435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110629889479140435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-feel-trapped.html' title='i feel trapped'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275681.post-110622277552227185</id><published>2005-01-20T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T04:06:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So it is now 10;50pm, and im still at work...for once it's quite, so quite that i can hear the voice of my imginary friend Raquel again, god i love her we've freinds since year 10, after lynda dumbed her ass because she was talking too much about her boyfriend Ian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anywayz since blogging is about sharing feelings, and all that stuff i'd like to share something with u guys.. i have a crush on someone, now i can't exactly tell u who this person is just in case he or she reads this... ok it's a he, im NOT a filthy lesbian like i make myself out to be, sorry guys i know u all have that fantasy.. but none of my friends want to hear how much i desperately love this guy and want to bear his children anymore...how selfish are they?? he's really sweet and sensitive and really nice, but then again a fruity gay friend of mine once told me "biscuits are NICE"... im not sure what that means, but my favourite biscuits are mints slices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;man im having a really hard time staying wake for this shift...i'll kill some time by stealing some hospital supplies from the supply room...sure EVERYONE needs a 12cm enema tip.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275681-110622277552227185?l=thu12b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/110622277552227185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275681&amp;postID=110622277552227185' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110622277552227185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110622277552227185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-at-work.html' title='Still at work...'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10275681.post-110621918396370655</id><published>2005-01-20T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T03:06:23.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo... this is blogging hey?</title><content type='html'>well ive heard so much about this bloggin bussiness i've decided to check it out cause u internet junkies make it sound so interesting (especailly u ali), that plus the fact that it's 10pm on a thursday night and im at working with a 40 year old fijian  ladies man,  a 30 year old tall white dude and a little asian girl....feels interesting so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should i start of telling you guys about myself??.... actually what for? i bet all the losers who read this page are only the people i know anywayz.. so maybe i should tell u guys abut what i did today... well it involves me,  a hot girl, a soft couch, dim lighting, sensual oils and alot of rubbing and tugging...... i was at the day spa getting a facial.. what where u guys thinking about? i also went with vanessa and afterwards we had a nap at my place becasue we were so buggered, so much so that vaneesa felt the need to drool all over my pillow during her afternoon siesta.....needless to say i wont using that pillow tonight.. anyway losers i must return to work and take xrays of sick people for a living... god i love my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10275681-110621918396370655?l=thu12b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/feeds/110621918396370655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10275681&amp;postID=110621918396370655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110621918396370655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10275681/posts/default/110621918396370655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thu12b.blogspot.com/2005/01/soooo-this-is-blogging-hey.html' title='soooo... this is blogging hey?'/><author><name>thu12b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819899986220123702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
