<?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-35379483</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:49:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Velocity Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35379483.post-117008224399251019</id><published>2007-01-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:17:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five things you might not know about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. I’ve given up Starbucks for good. Honestly. I miss my baristas, and my free triple shot coffees but enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I’m not as emotionally retarded as you think I am, Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I’d rather wear a dress than wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m disgusted by general human apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want a double scoop chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone from Basin Robbins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-117008224399251019?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117008224399251019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=117008224399251019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/117008224399251019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/117008224399251019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/five-things-you-might-not-know-about.html' title='Five things you might not know about me.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116677703551808983</id><published>2006-12-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:44:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When was it ever about deserving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guy #1: I bought Xbox to play &lt;i&gt;Spiderman 2&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2: I bought it to play &lt;i&gt;Knights of the Old Republic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guy #3: I bought PlayStation One to play &lt;i&gt;Final Fantasy Seven&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chick: You're all losers who don't deserve girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Office, 47th &amp; 6th&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;, Jul 30, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116677703551808983?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116677703551808983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116677703551808983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116677703551808983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116677703551808983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-was-it-ever-about-deserving.html' title='When was it ever about deserving?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116617820770152352</id><published>2006-12-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:38:18.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catholic girl should have had a Jewish mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girl: He was wearing a t-shirt that said 'My Jewish Mother Gave Me Two Options: Law school or Medical school.' &lt;br /&gt;Guy: I like that. I should make a shirt for my friend that says 'My Irish Catholic Mother Gave Me Two Options: Marry the Asshole Who Knocked Me Up and Live a Life of Alcoholic Domestic Violence or Join the Sisters of Saint Ignatius.' 'Cause clearly she chose neither.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: She said, 'To hell with this religious bullshit,' had an abortion, got her MBA, and is now a Junior VP at a Midtown PR firm.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Are you trying to say that religion is bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;Guy, patting girl on head: No, sweetie. You go find yourself that guy wearing the Jewish mother t-shirt and you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;, Jul 30, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I'm not dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116617820770152352?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116617820770152352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116617820770152352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116617820770152352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116617820770152352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/catholic-girl-should-have-had-jewish.html' title='The Catholic girl should have had a Jewish mother'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116273519858084814</id><published>2006-11-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:59:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I born a cute, vindictive little bitch or did society make me that way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=”justify”&gt;&lt;I&gt;I go back and forth on that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116273519858084814?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116273519858084814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116273519858084814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116273519858084814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116273519858084814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-i-born-cute-vindictive-little.html' title='Was I born a cute, vindictive little bitch or did society make me that way?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116266016304409269</id><published>2006-11-05T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:05:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you eat lunch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It isn’t new. And if I didn't buy the wrong DVD on a whim, I don't think I would've even bothered with it. But you should’ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick is a melancholy film noir of a different sort. The protagonist, Brendan Frye (played by Joseph Gordon Levitt) spits his old school badass detective speak convincingly. Emilie de Raven, as Laura, was her usual darling self. Nora Zehetner, a name I haven’t heard before (turns out she’s in Heroes, who knew?), is a delight. Effortlessly so. You’d adore her. And, Lukas Haas, as msyterious make believe Mafioso The Pin is deliciously tuned into his role. I could go on forever about the rest of the cast because they all deserved just as much credit, some even more, but I’ll shut up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I don’t want to get into details (you’ll thank me later you guys) but Brick is a refreshing change from the usual teen flicks about social hierarchy in high school. I loved it. Smart, gritty, snarky at the right times, cheap but in a good way. And all round surprising. It deserved every award it got. Honestly, I believe it deserved a whole lot more. And I don’t know what else to say because its about time I shut my yapper and let you figure it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, all I’m trying to say is, Brick’s worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: Edited, because I'm anal like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116266016304409269?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116266016304409269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116266016304409269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116266016304409269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116266016304409269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-do-you-eat-lunch.html' title='Where do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; eat lunch?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116253479026784246</id><published>2006-11-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:46:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're obsessed with The Sartorialist when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're wearing opaque navy blue tights (most of you would refer to them as pantyhose but I call them tights) for the first time in three years because they're all that seems to come to mind when you think Autumn '06. Even though Autumn doesn't exist in Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you drag all your nice jeans to the tailors to get them altered so they fit your height.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can barely keep yourself from drooling when you flip open a local magazine to find that the current Ralph Lauren collection (you know- the one that wants to be Dior Homme) have arrived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;even though it's swealtering hot under the Malaysian sun, you're dying for the softest slim cut leather jacket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;skinny grey pants don't look that bad. In fact, where can I find a decent pair in this town?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;all the heels you wear are round toed and super high, or ballet flats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you carry a camera everytime you go to the city just in case you spot a Sartorialist worthy outfit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're not that afraid to experiment with style anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging from the &lt;a href="http://www.bofi.com.my/"&gt;Bofi&lt;/a&gt; office. There isn't much for me to do yet and all my co-workers are busy with their own shiznit. I'm not sure if the company allows for my blogging fun but I really couldn't help myself - the computer is on my desk you see. You can't exactly keep an internet addict like me away from it for more than a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless something interesting is on HBO. Let's hope there's something good on HBO tonight. Oh god, it's a Friday night and I'm going to be curled up in front of the telly watching HBO like an old biddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116253479026784246?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116253479026784246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116253479026784246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116253479026784246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116253479026784246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-youre-obsessed-with.html' title='You know you&apos;re obsessed with The Sartorialist when...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116091856489536940</id><published>2006-10-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:24:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the summer make good for all our sins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent RM100 at the Mont Kiara Plaza Sunday market. Which is the most amount of (my own) money I’ve spent in awhile. But it was money well spent, if you ask me. I’ve got a copy of Rufus Wainwright's Poses and a Múm cd salvaged from a table selling second hand CDs, crisps, books and screen printed shirts; a pair of shoes; two headbands; and some redundant wooden paperclips for my little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3961/1262/1600/117_1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3961/1262/320/117_1780.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116091856489536940?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116091856489536940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116091856489536940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116091856489536940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116091856489536940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/will-summer-make-good-for-all-our-sins.html' title='Will the summer make good for all our sins?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116014913041181120</id><published>2006-10-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:41:31.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buddha was a tough kid to raise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mother: Don't you &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; do that again! [slaps child hard]&lt;br /&gt;Child, calmly: Well, are you happy with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Union Square&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;, Jul 30, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116014913041181120?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116014913041181120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116014913041181120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116014913041181120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116014913041181120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/buddha-was-tough-kid-to-raise.html' title='The Buddha was a tough kid to raise'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116014778951023431</id><published>2006-10-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:53:30.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do before I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I turn 20:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Finish the screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Take a great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Adopt an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Be more socially adept.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Learn how to make webpages (I know this overlooks my last "thing to do before I die" but bear with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn 30:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Au pair abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Ride a Vespa in Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Get a degree in fashion design from FIT, Parsons or CSM. If not, make $3000 a month. After all, if I’m not doing what I love most, I should at least be doing something that pays significantly well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Establish myself as someone important in the fashion industry, and if not, establish myself as somebody worth recognizing in the industry I currently work in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; See the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Become fluent in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Become a certified ski instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn 40:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Own my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Fall in love, ridiculously deep love. And love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Produce a collection of artwork good enough to be displayed at an art show. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Make a ridiculous sum of money. And if that doesn’t make me happy, find what makes me happy and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Hike the Inca trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn 50:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Adopt children.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Own a horse, and learn how to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Write a book and have it published.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Manage my own café - complete with hookahs and really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Live abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I turn 60:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Visit every continent at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8226; Understand that I may not be proud of everything I’ve done, but have no regrets about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116014778951023431?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116014778951023431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116014778951023431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116014778951023431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116014778951023431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things to do before I die'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-116012215448807120</id><published>2006-10-06T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:42:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marijuana: the universal language (or, I thought this only happened in movies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guatemalan teen, passing American teen on the beach: Quieres fumar?&lt;br /&gt;American teen: Huh? What?&lt;br /&gt;Guatemalan teen: Quieres fumar?&lt;br /&gt;American teen: Bro, I don't know what you're saying. I don't speak Mexican or whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;Guatemalan teen: Want smoke weed?&lt;br /&gt;American teen: Oh. Hell yeah, why didn't you say that the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Monte Rico, Guatemala&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: MangoJoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardatthebeach.com/"&gt;Overheard at the Beach&lt;/a&gt;, Aug 28, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-116012215448807120?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116012215448807120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=116012215448807120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116012215448807120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/116012215448807120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/marijuana-universal-language-or-i.html' title='Marijuana: the universal language (or, I thought this only happened in movies)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-115996089010641592</id><published>2006-10-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:43:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval General: and after the archers, send in the yellow hoarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asian guy: Hey, you ever play DDR?&lt;br /&gt;White guy: I'm white. No, never played it.&lt;br /&gt;Asian guy: Oh, I played at a friend's yesterday. His sister was good.&lt;br /&gt;White guy: Are you good?&lt;br /&gt;Asian guy: I'm OK.&lt;br /&gt;White guy: Redeem yourself. You're not Asian anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Asian guy: Dude, my friends are black. Black people can dance, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;White guy: Yeah, and Asian people are good at DDR.&lt;br/&gt;Asian guy: No, we're just good at following arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Times Square&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;, Oct 3, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-115996089010641592?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115996089010641592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=115996089010641592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/115996089010641592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/115996089010641592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/medieval-general-and-after-archers.html' title='Medieval General: and after the archers, send in the yellow hoarde!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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-35379483.post-115978527035462252</id><published>2006-10-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:43:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The easiest part of getting a job is nailing the interview. I don’t want to be cocky (okay I do) but I don’t think my interview could’ve gone better! Maybe it was all the coffee I had before I talked to the interviewer. Or, it could possibly be because I was so upbeat about working there. Which happens when I get nervous. I suppose, sometimes, getting nervous can work to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I’m not working in the fashion industry like I planned (just as of yet), but first thing’s first - get a job and earn enough money to send myself to F.I.T before worrying about getting into the fashion industry. The saving money part is going to be terrible because, knowing me, I’m going to spend as much as I can possibly afford on tailored trousers, cute dresses, and frivolously expensive white shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on swiftly, I find it rather strange that I already have a stable job lined up, and I’m barely even twenty. Hardly. I’m only turning nineteen in a month. Even so, I feel older than most of my peers (and I’m not trying to belittle any of you because I’m aware you guys deal with grown up problems with the utmost maturity which sometimes even surprises me). And its really going to piss me off when everybody returns from abroad and I’m stuck at the office with my phone turned off just so nobody tempts me into skipping out on a work day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m learning to be comfortable in my own skin, and to be a happier, more put together person. I'm honestly not all that peppy. And I'm honestly not that nice of a person either. But I'm trying to be better. And that's all that counts right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35379483-115978527035462252?l=ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115978527035462252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35379483&amp;postID=115978527035462252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/115978527035462252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35379483/posts/default/115978527035462252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohvelocitygirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-my-head.html' title='Over my head'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><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>
