<?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-4486061667084019012</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:00:06.899-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><title type='text'>One Day I'll Be...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>one_day_ill_be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032483169796895796</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486061667084019012.post-1374288802452296788</id><published>2009-11-19T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:22:34.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's.... Perfect</title><content type='html'>We are all obsessed; consumed by a single desire. We are convinced that achieving this one thing will grant us never-ending happiness, unmatchable success. That it will make us invincible. No matter that we are continuously discouraged. We are repeatedly told that what we want most doesn’t exist. Yet this is one case where the human race will not give up. And one cannot be sure whether to sigh in exasperation, or beam with pride. For once, we all keep going in circles, chasing what we all dream of in one way or another. Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, not enough stress is put on the power of perfection, or rather the desire of it. It can make or break a person. It can change lives, build opinions, strain relationships. Perfection is the reason we go through life, through few of us will admit it. We spend money on it, millions and billions of dollars. We put our faith in it. We rely on the belief that it is, indeed, attainable. &lt;br /&gt;Ironically, these days it’s fashionable to have faults. Nothing too exaggerated, just a few to prove that we are human. This seems to be a relative term. Really, it’s all about compromise. It’s ok to be shy, as long as you look good. It’s ok to have a fuller figure as long as you can use your brain. The target may have changed shape but perfection is still the aim. The definition of perfection may be ‘with flaw or error’. We want to be what other people want. We wish to be admired, loved, idolised. It’s just a circle, going round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily, we are faced with the prospect of failure. It’s the stuff of nightmares; the idea of not succeeding is dreadful. So we keep going in circles, because we don’t know any better. After all, we’re only human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486061667084019012-1374288802452296788?l=onedayillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1374288802452296788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/1374288802452296788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/1374288802452296788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-perfect.html' title='It&apos;s.... Perfect'/><author><name>one_day_ill_be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032483169796895796</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486061667084019012.post-8695237635430868691</id><published>2009-10-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:44:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. "Don't Stop Believin'" - Journey&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit, I first heard this song on the Sopranos finale. Buuuuut, It's been in my solid top 5 songs ever since. Absolutely l.o.v.e. it. It never ceases to put a smile on my face and I can't but singalong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. Glee&lt;/span&gt; - where do I begin. Since I became addicted (lol) a smile has come across my face whenever I see a reference to the show or hear one of the many songs I've downloaded start playing on my playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. www.givesmehope.com -&lt;/span&gt; possibly the most inspirational site I've ever visited. I always leave smiling (and an hour or two shorter!) and it definitely makes me want to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. Artie/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt; - Ok, ok again Glee... last one I promise! While I was struggling to decide whether I like Finn with Rachel or Quinn with Finn I fell in love with this cute pairing. The stutterer and the wheelchair kid - they're awesome. and apparently their relationship will move forward in the next few eps - YAY! (also l.o.v.e. Will/Emma :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. crunchy apples&lt;/span&gt; - it's getting summery here which means a lack of quality apples. So whenever I bite into a good one I like to savour it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. Birthdays&lt;/span&gt; - October's a crazy month for birthday and I'm starting to love going present shopping (apart from the whole losing money thing hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Biology&lt;/span&gt; - honestly am so interested in the current topic we are studying. It nearly makes me forget we've got exams in 3 weeks (Crap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. 500 Days Of Summer&lt;/span&gt; - a new favourite movie, I saw it recently. Funny, heartwarming and original!! And My favurite moment might be a little unexpected. There's this moment where the supporting characters talk about their love lives and Paul (Matthew Gray Gubler!!!) talks about his relationship with his girlfriend since 7th grade. I'm such a romantic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. This!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.givesmehope.com/images/stories/kidswedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Scented candles&lt;/span&gt;. I got a pack on sale over the weekend and they're making my room smell like a "Bamboo Forest".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. This list was in no particular order except that which I could make out of my mind's chaos. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4486061667084019012-8695237635430868691?l=onedayillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8695237635430868691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/8695237635430868691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/8695237635430868691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten.html' title='TEN...'/><author><name>one_day_ill_be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032483169796895796</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486061667084019012.post-3358094918394951452</id><published>2009-10-25T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T04:36:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Exams are nearing, which means it was about time I come up with a new time-consuming obsession. And look at that, right on cue it arrived:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396499607240615250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tg2VlhtsZKE/SuQ3zQgcpVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qp1H7CJPbo0/s320/GleeCast.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the world itself puts a ridiculous grin on your face, watching the show makes it even wider. I admit, I had my doubts at first - but I gave in and checked it out. And ended up watching 8 episodes in 2 days online!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, not so great for the study timetable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an awesome show - especially the singing and dancing. The songs are great and they cater to all music tastes which is perfect for me since I'm all over the place in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I have to say is that the main girl , Rachel, she's well... annoying. I think shes supposed to be likable, while also being determined and ambitious. But for a few of the epsiodes I just wanted someone to yell at her and ut some sense into her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good note, Finn (played by Cory Monteith) is very droolworthy :) and Quinn is so gorgeous I want to be her despite her ...growing... situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.shadow-writer.co.uk/images/CoryMonteith1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apparently the next epsiode doesn't air till November... hmm in the mena time I guess I'm just going to have to get a slushie :)&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/4486061667084019012-3358094918394951452?l=onedayillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3358094918394951452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-of-glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/3358094918394951452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/3358094918394951452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-of-glee.html' title='Full of Glee'/><author><name>one_day_ill_be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032483169796895796</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tg2VlhtsZKE/SuQ3zQgcpVI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qp1H7CJPbo0/s72-c/GleeCast.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486061667084019012.post-5840203793371641875</id><published>2009-10-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:00:13.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Cue Opening Credits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and I'm at a loss as to what I should write in the important f i r s t post....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can say: I'm 18, finishing my last year at high school and going to university next year. I live in New Zealand. I'll probably give out way more information about myself later, but for now, I'll leave it at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love lists, so expect to see many through this if I do carry out my plan of updating [somewhat] regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a typical girl, with the exception that I love gory things. Seriously, things are boring when theres no blood. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387986107394926610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tg2VlhtsZKE/SsX40WIDqBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sR145NyG9Yg/s320/scrubstxt013.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can get really ranty, so expect some of that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all, I have regular, often repeating, on-and-off obsessions with things like celebrities, tv shows, movies and the like. This is what I will probably be blogging about most. I'm the epitome of a fangirl, take it or leave it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387986102578642962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tg2VlhtsZKE/SsX40ELxABI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mHZhm8srTOQ/s320/text10.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've wanted to strat a blog for a very long time now and have finally gotten around to doing it. I'm not sure who will end up reading this. But in the end, I hope I'm not writing to myself. Though nearly everything I write will be for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone out there, your welcome to say hi. I'm friendly and definitely don't bite. (Unless you bite first, then I'm not responsible for my actions ;D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love xx&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/4486061667084019012-5840203793371641875?l=onedayillbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5840203793371641875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/cue-opening-credits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/5840203793371641875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4486061667084019012/posts/default/5840203793371641875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayillbe.blogspot.com/2009/10/cue-opening-credits.html' title='Cue Opening Credits...'/><author><name>one_day_ill_be</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11032483169796895796</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tg2VlhtsZKE/SsX40WIDqBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sR145NyG9Yg/s72-c/scrubstxt013.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
