<?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-1741025879596205937</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:56:13.506-07:00</updated><category term='Update'/><category term='General'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of A Modern Day Damsel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SxzNJhV9K5I/AAAAAAAAABw/LksThJ-oYeE/s1600-h/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412426415645469586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SxzNJhV9K5I/AAAAAAAAABw/LksThJ-oYeE/s320/fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindsight is a powerful thing.&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/1741025879596205937-6783259010943836124?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6783259010943836124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-3828006194525982523</id><published>2009-11-12T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:38:42.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvvXa-cc6xI/AAAAAAAAABg/vLb83oGNpTY/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403149036399946514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvvXa-cc6xI/AAAAAAAAABg/vLb83oGNpTY/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are finally running smoothly, I love my life. 89 days until our big trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-3828006194525982523?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3828006194525982523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/3828006194525982523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/3828006194525982523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love_12.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvvXa-cc6xI/AAAAAAAAABg/vLb83oGNpTY/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-6162285626805212812</id><published>2009-11-09T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:56:34.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clock of life is wound but once and no man has the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell just where the hands will stop, at late or early hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, to lose one's health is more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lose one's soul is such a loss, as no man can restore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The present only is our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live, love, toil with a will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Place no faith in 'tomorrow'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the clock may then be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- by Robert H Smith, 1932&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-6162285626805212812?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6162285626805212812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/clock-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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royal flush when you have no set, its a rainy day on your best hair day, what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-628352062695138392?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/628352062695138392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrong-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/628352062695138392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/628352062695138392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/wrong-places.html' title='The wrong places'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-1265923129242588003</id><published>2009-11-07T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:39:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>I'm in transit but i'm stranded in this bed, plagued with thoughts buried deep inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-1265923129242588003?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-6573460014802561545</id><published>2009-11-07T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:38:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the outside looking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvYvBl_X8GI/AAAAAAAAABY/SU9PIxdBsn0/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401556507501785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvYvBl_X8GI/AAAAAAAAABY/SU9PIxdBsn0/s320/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1741025879596205937-6573460014802561545?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/6573460014802561545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-outside-looking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/6573460014802561545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/6573460014802561545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-outside-looking-in.html' title='On the outside looking in'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvYvBl_X8GI/AAAAAAAAABY/SU9PIxdBsn0/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-4123730662647328891</id><published>2009-11-07T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:37:08.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold a hand for cover</title><content type='html'>While the angels walk with the lonely ones in the cold rain to rescue you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-4123730662647328891?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4123730662647328891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hold-hand-for-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4123730662647328891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4123730662647328891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hold-hand-for-cover.html' title='Hold a hand for cover'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-262678183248657171</id><published>2009-11-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:37:18.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of The Lost</title><content type='html'>"you mean you've been carrying around a bag of fireworks this whole time? there's literally been about a dozen situations when we could've used these!" - Dr. Rick Marshall, Land of The Lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-262678183248657171?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-4104023222291978164</id><published>2009-11-07T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:24:26.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to be, where the wild things are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvU8wjpXLJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1cqR1jCUXT8/s1600-h/wildthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290133000891538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvU8wjpXLJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1cqR1jCUXT8/s320/wildthings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1741025879596205937-4104023222291978164?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4104023222291978164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-like-to-be-where-wild-things-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4104023222291978164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4104023222291978164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-like-to-be-where-wild-things-are.html' title='I&apos;d like to be, where the wild things are'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/SvU8wjpXLJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1cqR1jCUXT8/s72-c/wildthings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-3747957126354639349</id><published>2009-11-04T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:37:40.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>I miss chasing soldier crabs in glitter jelly sandals, the smell of coconut sunblock, making sandcastles, rock pools &amp;amp; sleeping under palm trees. God, those were the carefree days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-3747957126354639349?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/3747957126354639349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/3747957126354639349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/3747957126354639349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-4467026858409523195</id><published>2009-11-04T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:32:18.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What do you see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like what you see when you look in the mirror? I'm not talking about physically, I'm speaking about your soul, the part of yourself that will never decay, that you will be connected to for all eternity. Are you truly living? Or just existing wishing for something better? Time doesn't slow, it just keeps ticking and ticking every little second away, another down the eternal drain of memories. Change a life, an opinion, give a hug to someone who needs it most. Influence is an amazingly powerful thing. Few realise that they possess such a power. The truth is we all have the ability, inside of ourselves, to help those around us. Many just choose not to and choose to believe that ignorance is bliss. True? I beg to differ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bliss is the ability to change a life, in my opinion. I strive to achieve one act of kindness a day.If everyone had this philosophy, contrary to cliche' the world wouldn't be a better place, but it would, indeed, be kinder. Every day is a blessing and someone is always worse off than yourself.Even if you perceive everyday as a monochromatic scene on constant repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It may be a blessing in disguise. That is not to say that neglecting your needs is the way to achieve an ultimately, unselfish lifestyle. Everything must be in moderation. Perfect balance. Pain will always reign supreme, but hindsight is a beautiful thing. It stimulates change, it allows us to adapt, to rearrange, to transform. It's never to late to better your soul. However, it's too late when you're on your death bed, to wish that you had truly lived your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-4467026858409523195?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4467026858409523195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4467026858409523195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4467026858409523195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-515676645803780698</id><published>2009-11-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:06:00.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars… pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is…I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange…no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Yvaine - Stardust written by Jane Goldman &amp;amp; Matthew Vaughn, from the novel by Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-515676645803780698?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/515676645803780698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/515676645803780698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/515676645803780698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-4965529471974649358</id><published>2009-10-30T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:35:39.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshiney days</title><content type='html'>Spent all day making myself look pretty for tomorrow when i see ben again. Also washed the puppy &amp;amp; baked a few goodies for our picnic :) I'm taking our tiny little bbq as well, so we can cook up some yummy stuff for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been such a blur, it seems like one drama after another. Thankfully it's nearly over and i can see the light at the tunnel, and no, it's not a train. Disaster averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent alllll morning cleaning our room as well, pretty pleased with myself, it looks lovely now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the doctors and had a Depro-Provera shot, honestly i was such a chicken, i thought it was going to hurt like a 'bitch'. The nurse jabbed me in my right buttock, and then i was on my way, didn't hurt a bit. Such a woose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 4:30pm and i should be asleep by 6pm, i have to be up at some ungodly hour in the morning, to commence the 2 hour drive to mackay to pick up ben. I will definitely be enlisting the help of a few sugarfree v's that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onward to our picnic spot, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristy xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-4965529471974649358?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4965529471974649358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshiney-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4965529471974649358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4965529471974649358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshiney-days.html' title='Sunshiney days'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-4337076674331839687</id><published>2009-10-27T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:34:24.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floodgates</title><content type='html'>spilling something that i've kept inside for so long, actually doesn't feel good it makes me feel like shit. Fml, what did i do to deserve this torture that goes on inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-4337076674331839687?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/4337076674331839687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/floodgates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4337076674331839687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/4337076674331839687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/floodgates.html' title='Floodgates'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-7911495535682251852</id><published>2009-10-19T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:19:40.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;come to the conclusion that i'm lying to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-7911495535682251852?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/7911495535682251852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/7911495535682251852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/7911495535682251852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-1130173512543902684</id><published>2009-10-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:36:09.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>Update! Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been awesome, Ben and I have had the house to ourselves! I've been cooking him all his favourite dinners before he goes away for 9 days on sunday. I love cooking, especially for Ben because he always appreciates it! Sunday he is going away for 9 whole days to visit his family, which will be great, because he hasn't seen them in sooo long and won't be able to see them again until a little after our big overseas trip! (We can't really afford it, but it's family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I get to see some extended family, cousins, uncles &amp;amp; aunties. We're going in for a family bbq, it will be nice to catch up with everyone again, especially my gran, she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp;amp; I get to stay in our own motel room, it's nice to have our own space. Living with my family 365 days a year has its pros and cons. We're adults now and can't wait to have our own house + the space that comes with it. Sometimes you just want to chill, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ben flys out sunday, then it's work alllll week for me on my lonesome &amp;amp; then girls weekend in Mackay! Can't wait, going to a pash party &amp;amp; then hitting the town (clubbing!). Will be great to hang out with everybody again! Bought the most gorgeous dress to wear as well, just have to decide on my heels and earrings now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bens back the Wednesday after, it's nice to have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, i'm happy to just put my feet up drink tea &amp;amp; bake sugar cookies with ben this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-1130173512543902684?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1130173512543902684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/1130173512543902684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/1130173512543902684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-8003634110627281470</id><published>2009-10-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:37:48.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyanide &amp; Happiness Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StGLBYFRl7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pof18Tiv0xI/s1600-h/lockjaw.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391243084699899826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StGLBYFRl7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pof18Tiv0xI/s320/lockjaw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This site always makes me laugh, whenever i'm having a shitty day! Today I watched Bathurst with my dad, cleaned my room &amp;amp; took my puppy for a walk. Not looking forward to work tomorrow, that's for sure. Mum &amp;amp; Dad go away for a week as well. House (almost) to myself, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-8003634110627281470?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8003634110627281470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/cyanide-happiness-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/8003634110627281470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/8003634110627281470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/cyanide-happiness-cartoons.html' title='Cyanide &amp; Happiness Cartoons'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StGLBYFRl7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pof18Tiv0xI/s72-c/lockjaw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-8625338198181177607</id><published>2009-10-10T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:41:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beer fest</title><content type='html'>Went to Oktoberfest with a few girlfriends, started drinking at my friend stacey's house, didn't really want to go to beerfest to be honest, but i went because I wanted to spend time with some friends I hadn't seen in ages. Long story short, was a good night until the end of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-8625338198181177607?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/8625338198181177607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/beer-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/8625338198181177607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/8625338198181177607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/beer-fest.html' title='beer fest'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-5456604149964442031</id><published>2009-10-09T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:24:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/Ss8dVLBb5qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyHz15ZWDlI/s1600-h/DSC_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390559528559044258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/Ss8dVLBb5qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyHz15ZWDlI/s320/DSC_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My puppy Shyy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend Alanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boyfriend Ben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family Guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well made vanilla chai latte's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incense&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peppermint &amp;amp; Violet Oil baths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggly blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uno &amp;amp; Twister &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking with Alanna &amp;amp; Ben&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trustworthy &amp;amp; Loyal Friends, that you know will have your back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Showers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;True Blood &amp;amp; Supernatural&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miserable:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animal Cruelty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rude People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that smell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People that are stupid on purpose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrogant people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&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/1741025879596205937-5456604149964442031?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/5456604149964442031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/5456604149964442031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/5456604149964442031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-me.html' title='Things that make me...'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/Ss8dVLBb5qI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tyHz15ZWDlI/s72-c/DSC_1433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1741025879596205937.post-1956717615786426879</id><published>2009-10-09T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:39:25.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The old switch-a-roo</title><content type='html'>This is my very first post, how exciting! I've recently switched from another blogging site, this is very modern compared to the other &amp;amp; I have a few friends that also use this site, added bonus!&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was my boyfriend Ben's birthday, he's 20! wow, has time flown! I met him when he was 16! hardly seems like it's been that long, dare I say it seems like it's only really been a year.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to lunch with my parents, and I baked him a double layer chocolate cake, with my special frosting (it is to die for!) , covered it in flake &amp;amp; made a border with some smarties. Delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bake, especially for others, when we move out, I'm definitely going to throw dinner parties! This afternoon, after work, we went and rented some movies, which we will watch after dinner (lemon/garlic chicken stirfry-my fav!). Tomorrow he is celebrating by going to beer fest, i'm not keen, so he's going to have a guys day &amp;amp; good for him, he needs male company, just like i need to spend time with my girlfriends, (i might end up making an appearance with them tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all i have to update right now (during the week in this town, there's really not anything note worthy that happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to keep this up to date though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months until our big trip to Hong Kong, London &amp;amp; Europe, now that's something to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1741025879596205937-1956717615786426879?l=moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/feeds/1956717615786426879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-switch-roo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/1956717615786426879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1741025879596205937/posts/default/1956717615786426879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderndaydamsel.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-switch-roo.html' title='The old switch-a-roo'/><author><name>Krist.y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08241230516745472687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FR67FV82gyE/StwqduZeT6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PEe3WogI3V4/S220/41+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
