<?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-7478321367540360891</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:13:01.064-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Day to day...'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='Video'/><category term='News'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Things that go "thump" in my head...</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello, hello, anyone there? Apparently not...;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8289629650861861746</id><published>2009-12-14T01:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:10:44.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutzy Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SyX_HXVseiI/AAAAAAAABoY/WKvEwVkYZLM/s1600-h/RIMG0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415014628972067362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SyX_HXVseiI/AAAAAAAABoY/WKvEwVkYZLM/s200/RIMG0407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A funny thing happened to me on Thanksgiving eve about 2 weeks ago. I can say it's funny coz it was funny now that I think back to it, but it wasn't funny at all when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesdays, at the branch I used to be at (I have seen tranferred to a different branch the week after this incident happened), I can be found managing the drive thru counter at the bank I work at. The drive thru is normally quite cold that it was dupped "the Igloo". So on this particular cool Wednesday, I was dressed for warmth..my usually blue bank buttoned down shirt and black pants but instead of the dress shoes I normally wear, I put on thick socks and a "clunky" pair of what I call "Manshoes" so that my feet won't freeze in the Igloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working open to close like any other day and at about half an hour before we closed, I did a pre-balance of my drawer and found that I was short by exactly US$30. Well, I freaked out a little since I do not like to be off (of course, neither does the bank), so I recounted my drawers to make sure that I didn't missed anything. I had about US$450 worth of rolled coins (I was the back up merchant teller) in a coin bag as well as in a box which were both on the bottom drawer.  If any of you had ever carried rolled coins before, you can imagine how heavy $450 worth of coin weight.  I pulled those out to recount them, found that the amount was correct and since we were about to close, left them on the floor to recount my top 2 drawers. After counting the top drawer I was still short US$30 so I decided to go around the corner to ask someone to check my calculations. I was sitting on a stool while I was doing the counting and as I turned around to my left, my right foot slammed into the bag &amp;amp; box of coins on the floor. I had totally forgotten that they were on the floor! I was falling towards the wall so I put my left foot forward to try and break my fall and guess what I did? I slammed my left foot into the wall! So now I don't know which foot to hop on since they both were hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the look on my face! I almost broke my neck tripping over some rolled coins. When I looked down, that bag and box was exactly where I left it...It did not even budge!!! After a few multi-lingual choiced words, I limped around the corner to the teller line for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home that night, I could feel my toes throbbing like crazy so I know that they were swollen. I tried wiggling them to make sure that they are not broken..they are not (thank goodness!). When I took off the shoes at home, the 2 big toes were swollen, throbbing and numb at the same time. I soaked them in warm water and on Thanksgiving day they were still throbbing and red. The bruise didn't show up until the 3rd day...I woke up on Friday with my 2 big toes BLACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the pic above was taken just now. The bruises have subsided a little tho the nails are still black. I am just glad that they weren't broken.... I don't know why but I've become more clumsy lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8289629650861861746?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8289629650861861746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8289629650861861746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8289629650861861746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8289629650861861746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/12/klutzy-me.html' title='Klutzy Me...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SyX_HXVseiI/AAAAAAAABoY/WKvEwVkYZLM/s72-c/RIMG0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6418503849750628037</id><published>2009-08-11T09:39:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:00:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SoK73too9LI/AAAAAAAABng/lgdZ5BqmYe0/s1600-h/staycation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369060271596303538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SoK73too9LI/AAAAAAAABng/lgdZ5BqmYe0/s320/staycation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was, technically, supposed to be on vacation last week but I really wasn't. First of all, it was more of a "stay-cation" since we didn't go anywhere. This is what I did all week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat (Aug 1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: My vacation officially started at 2:15pm after I was done at the bank. Had planned on going grocery shopping but since I left my wallet (driver's license and all) at home, the plan was scrapped. Once, I was home, I didn't feel like going back out, especially in the hot sun (temperature was about 109F, that's about 43C!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun (Aug 2):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Did grocery shopping in the morning before it started to get too hot. Cleaned the house a little then hung out with my 3 boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon (Aug 3):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Only the hygiene side of the dental office was open today. Since Doc was not in, I didn't go into work (my part time job). No point for me to go in since I needed the Doc to sign checks and such...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tue (Aug 4):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Doc was back in the office so I went to work for about 6 hours (6am-12pm). Got the bills paid and worked out the numbers for our monthly staff meeting on Thursday. Had lunch with Leanna, (who was in town from Flagstaff), Anjie &amp;amp; Christina at Steve's Krazy Sub. Stopped at Walmart to get some groceries that I forgot to get on Sunday. Hung out around the house with my 3 boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wed (Aug 5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cleaned out the bathroom &amp;amp; kitchen. Vacuumed the house then hung out with my boys. Sammy &amp;amp; Tiger started to get curious that I'm home so they kept following me around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thu (Aug 6):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went into work at 6am. Finished the numbers for Doc for the staff meeting and left work at 10am since Jim had someone from the Dept of Public Security (or something like that) coming to our house to evaluate his capabilities to go back to work. They had called earlier in the week to confirm the 11am appointment. They also mentioned that the lady who was coming has severe cat allegies so if we have any cats to put them in a room while she was there. To make sure that Tiger didn't run and hide when the door bell rings, I took him and Sammy into our computer room at about 10:30am. I hung out with them in the computer room while Jim waited for the lady to show up. 11am came and went...so did 12pm then 1pm came around. The lady didn't show up!!! She didn't even bother to call us. Jim called his case worker to find out what happened, she said she'll try to find out and call us back but I think she never did. Typical!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fri (Aug 7):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Worked at the bank from 7:45am-4:45pm. It was Christina's last day before moving to Texas. We've known each other, even before the bank.  Both were hired, within days of each other, at Dillard's in '00.  Then we both were hired at the bank in '01. Said my goodbyes to her and hopefully we will keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat (Aug 8):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jim went over to Hollywood Videos and rented "Doubt" &amp;amp; "The Wrestler". Watched "Doubt" and hung out with my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun (Aug 9):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went over to my sister-in-law's in the afternoon with Jim. Hung out with them and did karaoke. Sat around listening to the rest of the family singing. I normally don't sing but Jim convinced me to do a duet with him of the song "Picture" by Kid Rock &amp;amp; Sheryl Crow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon (Aug 10):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 6 yrs since my mom passed away. Went to my doctor's appointment at 7:15am then to work at the dental office from 8am-9:30am. Hung around at home for a little bit then went to lunch with Melissa &amp;amp; Aubree at Cici's while Jim was at his doctor's appointment. Spent the rest of the day with my boys, watched "The Wrestler"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tue (Aug 11):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Back at work at the bank....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that was how I spent my "stay-cation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6418503849750628037?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6418503849750628037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6418503849750628037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6418503849750628037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6418503849750628037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SoK73too9LI/AAAAAAAABng/lgdZ5BqmYe0/s72-c/staycation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6650846009706641165</id><published>2009-07-27T17:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:02:12.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; the Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sm4_xTThzqI/AAAAAAAABnI/E0scNRt70gg/s1600-h/harry+potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363294322473160354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sm4_xTThzqI/AAAAAAAABnI/E0scNRt70gg/s400/harry+potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uly 15, 2009... a date I've been waiting for for a long time. Before July 15, 2009, the date I waited for was November 21, 2008. I waited for that date for almost a year when they decided to postpond it to July 15, 2009. So, I waited, and waited and waited...for July 15, 2009. A few weeks before that date, there were rumblings. I saw trailers for it on tv, ads in the magazine, people being interviewed. I was so excited for this date to come coz I waited for it for almost 2 years! To keep me occupied, I reread the books gazillion times that I can repeat it word for word. I did quizzes and trivias about it online. I've become pretty good at it that I am ranked 1712 out of 324671 on Facebook (I'm still trying to get to that #1 spot but the current holder has about a million points ahead of me..he he he). The anticipation was getting a little overwhelming, I drove Jim nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It finally happened! Wednesday, July 15 finally came....and went. I wanted to be first in line for the midnight premier but alas, I had to work. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't go that first few days coz the theater was packed! The movie racked in US$30.4 million on its first day. Can you imagine that? I can! But still I haven't gone to see it...I was still waiting...For what? I don' know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally today, Monday, July 27, 2009...12 days after it premiered, I went to see "Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half Blood Prince". I got done with work at the dental office at 10am. Since Jim has an appointment at 11am that he didn't need me to go with him, I went online to see what time the movie starts at the theater near my work. There was one starting at 10:40am so I quickly locked up my desk and drove over to the theater. There was a few people in line in front of me but all of them were getting tickets for the movie "G Force" which opened last Friday. I asked the clerk if the theater is full and he said it's almost empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I got my popcorn and soda, I walked over to theather #18 (there are a total of 24). There was only 2 other people in there and 2 others came in after me! I was so happy coz now I get to enjoy the movie without the distractions by other viewers, especially those pesky little kids he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was pretty good tho the book is obviously a lot better. I really like it but I have to say that I am bias when it comes to Harry Potter. Of course they have to cut out some parts of the movie. I had hoped that they will include Ron's eldest brother Bill in this movie coz his character in the book is quite interesting but alas, they didn't. I also thought that they could have made the scene of Dumblebore's death/funeral a little bit more intense coz that is the point that Harry realized he has to face Voldemort in the end and that he might die in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, watch the movie if you can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6650846009706641165?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6650846009706641165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6650846009706641165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6650846009706641165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6650846009706641165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Si5vqIX2eVI/AAAAAAAABnA/OTmmnswxn1Q/s320/shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have a customer (lets call him "M") who comes into our branch about every other day. He is a little eccentric in term of his mannerisms and clothing. He is a compulsive "collector" as in he collects things especially our freebie markerting materials (eg pencils, notepads etc). He also never fails to fill his big travelling coffee mug with the coffee that we provide at the customer waiting area every time he comes into the branch. Being that Arizona is warm mostly throughout the year, he normally wears a t-shirt, "fisherman's" hat, bandanna tied around his neck and short shorts (&amp;amp; when I say short, it's SHORT!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, like any other morning, M came into the branch to do a small withdrawal today. After running his transaction, I went back to reading the "Ink" magazine that my bank prints out for their employees. A few seconds later, my assistant manager came up to me and whispered, "Did you see M's short?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked over to the coffee table where M is standing getting coffee, and lo &amp;amp; behold his ASS was there in all it's glory for everyone to see. I was in shock! His short shorts had ridden up that you can see his butt even when he's standing straight up. I was in delima coz I don't know if I should go over to him to let him know or just let it go. I can see the other customers waiting in line were giving him looks but as I was contemplating on whether to tell him or not, he was done filling his coffee cup and walked out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it were you, what would you have done? I am still not sure what I would do since I do not want to embarass him and either way seems like it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s The picture above is NOT of M!.  This was just something I found on Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6705193144804862545?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6705193144804862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6705193144804862545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6705193144804862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6705193144804862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To Tell or Not To Tell'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Si5vqIX2eVI/AAAAAAAABnA/OTmmnswxn1Q/s72-c/shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-9173661482736790204</id><published>2009-06-04T15:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:15:21.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikaC80WhFI/AAAAAAAABm4/-90FOH7xpwY/s1600-h/bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343831070839571538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikaC80WhFI/AAAAAAAABm4/-90FOH7xpwY/s320/bump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bank I work for closes at 6pm on Mondays - Fridays &amp;amp; 2pm on Saturdays. So, like any other Wednesday, we were closed at 6pm yesterday. After balancing my cash drawer and putting it in the vault, I ran to the restroom. There are 2 stalls in the restroom and I normally use the smaller stall instead of the larger handicapped one. The door of the smaller stall swings inward and I am so used to it. Anyways, someone was already in the smaller stall so instead of waiting, I decided to use the handicap one since I really needed to go...he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I wasn't thinking about the door when I pushed it inward to go into the stall. WHAM!! the door slammed shut on me and I ran right into it and hit my head on it. I was so intend on getting to the toilet that I forgot the door swing outwards. Luckily, I didn't hit my head too hard coz otherwise I would have gotten an enormous goose egg on my forehead! I felt so stupid and luckily whomever was in the smaller stall didn't outright laugh at me...LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-9173661482736790204?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/9173661482736790204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=9173661482736790204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/9173661482736790204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/9173661482736790204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/06/goose-egg.html' title='Goose Egg'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikaC80WhFI/AAAAAAAABm4/-90FOH7xpwY/s72-c/bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5729684108203646183</id><published>2009-06-02T13:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:13:12.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikZD0gnBsI/AAAAAAAABmw/1Zv-wSAuW7k/s1600-h/routine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343829986277525186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikZD0gnBsI/AAAAAAAABmw/1Zv-wSAuW7k/s320/routine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how my week normally goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mondays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-5:30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Wake up, shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys' bowl with their breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:00am-12:00pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the dental office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noon-5:00pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Doctor's appointments for Jim or myself. If there is no appointments, then grocery shopping, laundry, clean the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the boys' litter box, fill their bowl with their dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-6:30am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, take my shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys' bowl with their breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9am-6:15pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the litter box, fill their bowl with dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:30-6am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys' bowl with their breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7:45am-6:15am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the litter box, fill the boys' bowl with dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursdays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5-5:30am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys bowl with their breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-8:45am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the dental office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9am-6:15pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the litter box, fill the boys' bowl with dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-6:30am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys' bowl with breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9am-6:15pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the litter box, fill the boys' bowl with dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7-7:30am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, shower, make myself pretty, fill the boys' bowl with breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8:45am-2:15pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Work at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:30-7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Grocery shopping, clean the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the little box, fill the boys' bowl with dinner, start making dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundays:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake up, might take a shower, fill the boys' bowl with breakfast, might go back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest of day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Clean the house, laundry, cook etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat this cycle every Monday...No wonder I am tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5729684108203646183?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5729684108203646183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5729684108203646183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5729684108203646183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5729684108203646183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SikZD0gnBsI/AAAAAAAABmw/1Zv-wSAuW7k/s72-c/routine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4930933888679845084</id><published>2009-05-27T10:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:22:59.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sh2D9HWbFBI/AAAAAAAABmo/nXHVqwoZ7aQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569819099632658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sh2D9HWbFBI/AAAAAAAABmo/nXHVqwoZ7aQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday was Memorial Day here so I had the day off for once since the bank and the dental office I work at are both closed. We were going to have a BBQ at my in laws but my mother in law wasn't feeling too good so we all decided to go to the the chinese buffet at the restaurant not far from their house instead. After lunch we went back to my in laws and watched the Chicago Cubs game on tv. We were there until about 8PM and when we left, I was feeling a little hungry so we stopped at the McDonald's on the way home. I ordered a McDouble and a couple of apple pies and devoured it as soon as we got home. After spending some time playing with my boys I fell asleep at about 11PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At about 2AM I woke up with a cramp in my tummy. At first I thought that maybe it's my normal monthly cramps but as I lay in bed, my tummy started to feel &amp;amp; get more and more bloated. Soon after I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything that I ate that day, the chinese food as well as McD. Sammy was so sweet that he came and sat beside me on the bathroom floor as I heaved over the toilet. He kept looking up at me with this expression that says, "Are you okay, Mummy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that after that I would be okay but boy was I wrong. I kept threwing up for the rest of the night until about 6AM when I thought I don't have anything more to chuck. Since I am the only teller opening I knew I couldn't call in sick so I took my shower and left for work at 7:15AM. I was afraid that I was going to threw up at work, I didn't eat or drink anything except for water all day. I thought that I wasn't going to make it thru work but luckily I got off at 2:30PM... I went home and slept the rest of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, that was my little adventure with food poisoning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4930933888679845084?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4930933888679845084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4930933888679845084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4930933888679845084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4930933888679845084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sh2D9HWbFBI/AAAAAAAABmo/nXHVqwoZ7aQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-7510351778390295790</id><published>2009-05-25T04:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:13:05.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Frost Nixon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp71r7E4AI/AAAAAAAABmg/wVA7lBAn60g/s1600-h/frost+nixon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339716470454935554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp71r7E4AI/AAAAAAAABmg/wVA7lBAn60g/s320/frost+nixon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw the movie "Frost Nixon" last night and really liked it.  It was about the interview former president Richard Nixon (Frank Lagella) did with David Frost (Michael Sheen) after he resigned from the highest office in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie mixed in actual footage of the interview and I thought it was very interesting.  Of course, when the original interview happened in '77, I was quite young (6 yrs old to be exact) and did not have any interest to know about politics (not that I cared much now either).  It was interesting to learn about the back story of the interview, how it came about and what David Frost go thru to get that interview aired.  I do recommend you watch this movie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7510351778390295790?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7510351778390295790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7510351778390295790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7510351778390295790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7510351778390295790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/frost-nixon.html' title='Frost Nixon'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp71r7E4AI/AAAAAAAABmg/wVA7lBAn60g/s72-c/frost+nixon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4081824709479138233</id><published>2009-05-25T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:03:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp6ouWjsBI/AAAAAAAABmY/WK2TsF6F2bQ/s1600-h/0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339715148257144850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp6ouWjsBI/AAAAAAAABmY/WK2TsF6F2bQ/s400/0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy birthday to my nephew Aman (Raja Irfan Asyraaf), who is celebrating his 9th today.  Aunty Yin, Uncle Jim, Sammy &amp;amp; Tiger loves you very much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4081824709479138233?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4081824709479138233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4081824709479138233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4081824709479138233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4081824709479138233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-aman.html' title='Happy Birthday Aman'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Shp6ouWjsBI/AAAAAAAABmY/WK2TsF6F2bQ/s72-c/0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8659138963984735694</id><published>2009-05-10T05:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:05:48.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgbC37FNM5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/N6eM8cokpt0/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165074675053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgbC37FNM5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/N6eM8cokpt0/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgbCBE_-uOI/AAAAAAAABmI/6fI5MTrg77k/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMS OUT THERE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8659138963984735694?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8659138963984735694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8659138963984735694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8659138963984735694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8659138963984735694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgbC37FNM5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/N6eM8cokpt0/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8016108173210771048</id><published>2009-05-09T11:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:56:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, there's a giant mouse after me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got off from work at 6:15pm this past Thursday. As always, I try to take the shortest and fastest way home so I reached home in about 10 minutes. Tiger was already waiting for me by the back patio sliding door. He jumped up as soon as he saw my head popped up from behind the wooden gate and started meowing. A few seconds later, Sammy came by the door too to greet me home. My feeling of exhaustion always melts away when I see my 2 boys greet me when I get home ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy &amp;amp; Tiger are indoor cats so they are rarely out of the house much less out of the back gate. Once in awhile I will let them go onto the back patio so they can "explore" a little. Tiger normally would go straight to the little patch of grass that we have and start eating them while Sammy will explore the flower bed we have. He normally checks the bird feeder &amp;amp; birdbath we have to see if there is any birds lurking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I let them onto the patio when I got home on Thursday. I left the patio door open while I cleaned their litter box and took the trash out to the big garbage bin in the parking lot. As I was walking back from the garbage bin, I noticed that Sammy had ventured out past our gate and was checking out the front of my car. He kept walking along the pebbled boundary of the carport and came up to a car parked 2 spaces away from mine. Up to this point, he was not paying attention to the cars that were parked. He looked up and jumped back really fast and ran back to our gate. He stopped and looked back at the car then to me and gave a loud meow and ran into the house. I was laughing so hard that I almost peed in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy got scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the car that he happened to look up at was a yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; bug that the company Truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nolen&lt;/span&gt; uses so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suped&lt;/span&gt; up to look like a mouse. He thought that he was face-to-face with a giant mouse ;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333915329598314626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgXfu2K32II/AAAAAAAABmA/eUyx5SsAAaY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8016108173210771048?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8016108173210771048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8016108173210771048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8016108173210771048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8016108173210771048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/mummy-theres-giant-mouse-after-me.html' title='Mummy, there&apos;s a giant mouse after me!'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SgXfu2K32II/AAAAAAAABmA/eUyx5SsAAaY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-535326282692888881</id><published>2009-05-02T20:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:27:12.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf0Q-4b3tXI/AAAAAAAABlo/Sc7LrTRKT90/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331436206363751794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf0Q-4b3tXI/AAAAAAAABlo/Sc7LrTRKT90/s400/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday to my son, Tiger "Gabby" William Pergo, who celebrated his 4th yesterday (May 1). Mummy, Daddy &amp;amp; Sammy loves you very much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-535326282692888881?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/535326282692888881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=535326282692888881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/535326282692888881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/535326282692888881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-tiger.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiger'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf0Q-4b3tXI/AAAAAAAABlo/Sc7LrTRKT90/s72-c/22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3662554888628277457</id><published>2009-04-25T09:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:49:35.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things I Have Learned by Being a Bank Teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf83fpavJMI/AAAAAAAABlw/d7nVAiaTGOk/s1600-h/teller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332041500663424194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf83fpavJMI/AAAAAAAABlw/d7nVAiaTGOk/s320/teller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I know everyone in the world, so I never need to ask for ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. "I'll be with you in one moment," means "Come right up here into my business and breathe your popcorn breath in my face for a while."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Every bank in the world steals money from its customers, particularly the ones that don't keep a register.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I'm always kidding when I tell people a check is not any good. I'm a good kidder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I know the balance of every account at the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I am at the bank just because I feel like it; my window isn't actually open when I say, "May I help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I know everyone's account number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I know everyone's address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. I don't understand how banking works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I have to do whatever the person who gave my customer the check said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I don't know how to count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I don't know how to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. I don't know what the date is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I can read everyone's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. If I ask for your social, I'm trying to steal your identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I know when every new coin will be arriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I know how much everyone's bills are for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. We DON'T sell stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. We are just here for fun on most holidays, we're not really open. We love it when you rub it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. When someone asks how you want your cash back, you are supposed to tell them after you get your money back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Apparently people have different definitions of commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Your time is more important than mine. I have no life. When you show up 5 minutes before we close to make 10 deposits or open a new account, we don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Everyone with the Bank name tag is related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. I am your secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. We love to place holds on your checks for fun, we are the only bank that does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. 13 hours and 10 minutes is not enough time for people to do their business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. I am in charge of the never ending popcorn, smarties, and coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. It is polite to ignore someone when they say hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. It is my fault when someone cuts you in line. I should have been paying attention to you and not your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. I know what a checkingdepositwithdrawal for savings is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Being rude should make me want to help you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. I am not really human, I should not make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. It is okay to go into someones office when their door is shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. I have a secret collection of driver licenses in my cubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. I can't hear. I need you to ding the bell 5 times in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. The sign that says Next Window Please is just for decoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. I make people wait on purpose. it is fun to make them mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. I know everyone's pin number to their ATM card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Fraud isn't real, I should give customers exactly what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. The bank gives out free poinsettias at Christmas, we order them for you, not the bank. Display only means whatever you want it to mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Please and Thank You are forbidden words at the bank. We hate to hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Deposit and Withdrawal slips are EXACTLY the same, we just like the color pin and wanted to make them more colorful. Marking through the word WITHDRAWAL changes the DEPOSIT slip completely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. When I tell someone the same thing over and over, I'm just doing it for fun. I like to waste my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. We will break the rules for anyone as long as you gripe for more than 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. I am a professional coin counter. Even when the machine is broken, I will count the coin for you by hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. I am psychic; when you call I can recognize your voice and pull up your information. My computer is voice activated. Its that fancy technology we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. You don't have to tell me that you've been with the bank for 50 years...I can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Even after 5 years, I am a new teller to anyone who has never seen me before. If I've never met you, I have no idea what I am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. I make the rules for the banking industry. You can blame everything on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. I'm an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3662554888628277457?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3662554888628277457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3662554888628277457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3662554888628277457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3662554888628277457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-things-i-have-learned-by-being-bank.html' title='50 Things I Have Learned by Being a Bank Teller'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sf83fpavJMI/AAAAAAAABlw/d7nVAiaTGOk/s72-c/teller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-913722682893368698</id><published>2009-04-23T10:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:53:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I have done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SfDFhUQo9QI/AAAAAAAABlg/Dl748GpjpmI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975535344153858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SfDFhUQo9QI/AAAAAAAABlg/Dl748GpjpmI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got off from work at about 6:15 pm yesterday and stopped at our neighbourhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; on my way home to get some groceries. Spent about 20 minutes in the store and I have to say that for the amount of stuff that I bought, a US$100.18 bill is not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I was pushing my cart across the pavement to where my car was parked when the wheel of the cart rolled over a piece of paper, folded in half.  I almost didn't notice it since I was trying to decide what to make for dinner once I get home.  I did a double look at that paper and could not believe my eyes!  I looked around the parking lot, there was a few cars but there was no one in sight.  I didn't pass anyone coming into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; as I was leaving either.  I stood over that piece of paper for about 5 minutes trying to decide what I should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Figured that even if I take that piece of paper to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart's&lt;/span&gt; customer service, their employee(s) would probably claim it anyways.  So, after much thought I picked up the piece of paper and pocketed it. I still have not decided what I want to do with it.  Wanna know what it was? US$100!!  If it were you, what would you have done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S:  I am contemplating going back to Walmart when I get off work today to see if anyone ask about that money.  I don't feel right about keeping it (I could definitely use an extra $100) so if no one claims it, I am going to donate it to charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-913722682893368698?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/913722682893368698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=913722682893368698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/913722682893368698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/913722682893368698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-should-i-have-done.html' title='What should I have done?'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SfDFhUQo9QI/AAAAAAAABlg/Dl748GpjpmI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2194918418961230278</id><published>2009-04-18T08:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:32:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" src="http://l.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" width="400" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="id=13010741&amp;amp;rd=eyc-off&amp;amp;ympsc=&amp;amp;prepanelEnable=1&amp;amp;infopanelEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I await July 15 with great anticipation!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2194918418961230278?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2194918418961230278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2194918418961230278&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2194918418961230278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2194918418961230278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='&quot;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6252851473774107016</id><published>2009-04-12T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:21:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SeIGpG7Hz7I/AAAAAAAABlY/pwTnTw3JUhw/s1600-h/0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323825012808339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SeIGpG7Hz7I/AAAAAAAABlY/pwTnTw3JUhw/s400/0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Happy 8th birthday Sammy! Mummy, Daddy &amp;amp; Tiger loves you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6252851473774107016?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6252851473774107016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6252851473774107016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6252851473774107016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6252851473774107016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/sammys-8th-birthday.html' title='Sammy&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SeIGpG7Hz7I/AAAAAAAABlY/pwTnTw3JUhw/s72-c/0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5994726249563287546</id><published>2009-04-04T10:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:49:20.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdeaZ_AKojI/AAAAAAAABlQ/9CUp7qflia0/s1600-h/dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320891255961068082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdeaZ_AKojI/AAAAAAAABlQ/9CUp7qflia0/s320/dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man was it windy yesterday.  I worked 7:45am - 6:15pm and around 3:00 pm I noticed the wind started to pick up.  By the time I got off, the wind was in a howling capacity and since we live in the desert, dust was everywhere.  It took me about 20 minutes to get home when normally I would get home in about 10  minutes.  The picture on the right is was I saw as I was driving home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5994726249563287546?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5994726249563287546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5994726249563287546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5994726249563287546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5994726249563287546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dust-storm.html' title='Dust Storm'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdeaZ_AKojI/AAAAAAAABlQ/9CUp7qflia0/s72-c/dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2435500957108435711</id><published>2009-04-01T08:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:59:05.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rachel Getting Married" &amp; "Quantum of Solace"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdOHoXXt1RI/AAAAAAAABk4/NrIRGWje6ZM/s1600-h/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319744712392693010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdOHoXXt1RI/AAAAAAAABk4/NrIRGWje6ZM/s320/rachel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented "Rachel Getting Married" &amp;amp; "Quantum of Solace" over the weekend. Saw "Rachel Getting Married" on Sunday. It was about a woman, Kym (Anne Hathaway) who has been in and out of rehab, returned home for the weekend for her sister, Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt) wedding. The home environment was challenging for Rachel since she is a recovering addict. While the sisters are effectionate, there is tension in their relationship. Rachel feels that their father dotes on Kym too much. Their father is genuinely concerned about Kym's well being but does not realize the stress the relationship is causing. The sister aslo has to deal with their mother who is more concern with her own well being rather than her own children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is very good especially Anne Hathaway. She was nominated for the Oscar last year for this role. Watch it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdeREebH11I/AAAAAAAABlI/JwnhYUiUUag/s1600-h/quantum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320880990833858386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdeREebH11I/AAAAAAAABlI/JwnhYUiUUag/s320/quantum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw "Quantum of Solace" last night and I have to say that of all the James Bond movies that I've seen (and I've seen all of them), this is my least favorite. Seems to me that the movie is more concern about the action rather than the story. Yeah, yeah, most of James Bond movies are action packed but at least there is a story to it that make sense. I wouldn't even bother with this one if I was you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2435500957108435711?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2435500957108435711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2435500957108435711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2435500957108435711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2435500957108435711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/04/rachel-getting-married-quantum-of.html' title='&quot;Rachel Getting Married&quot; &amp; &quot;Quantum of Solace&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SdOHoXXt1RI/AAAAAAAABk4/NrIRGWje6ZM/s72-c/rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1775472323369060452</id><published>2009-03-14T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:32:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with this song when I heard it on the movie "Notting Hill".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You Say Nothing At All (Alison Krauss)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Without saying a word you can light up the dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Old Mr. Webster could never define&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's being said between your heart and mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1775472323369060452?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1775472323369060452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1775472323369060452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1775472323369060452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1775472323369060452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When You Say Nothing At All'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-4945073044620927827</id><published>2009-03-11T14:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:37:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sbgu7QfttuI/AAAAAAAABkw/xDG3AMX38fs/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312047356058646242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sbgu7QfttuI/AAAAAAAABkw/xDG3AMX38fs/s320/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received this from my regional manager and thought it was good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had a bank that credited your account each morning with $86400, carried over no balance from day to day, allowing you to keep no cash in your account, cancelling all unused funds at the end of each day, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have such a bank. It's called time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every morning, each person's account is credited with 86,400 seconds. Every night, each second not put toward a good purpose is cancelled. Time carries no balance forward. nor does time allow us to borrow against future allocations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can only live on today's deposit and invest our time toward the utmost health, happiness, and acquiring new customers to drive our financial success. Each day is important, make it count!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4945073044620927827?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4945073044620927827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4945073044620927827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4945073044620927827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4945073044620927827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/Sbgu7QfttuI/AAAAAAAABkw/xDG3AMX38fs/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-7892074394183130274</id><published>2009-03-09T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:14:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths...(Tag)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVqYIE5m5I/AAAAAAAABko/9CffvxBPb9c/s1600-h/tags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311268298270808978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVqYIE5m5I/AAAAAAAABko/9CffvxBPb9c/s320/tags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one freaking looooonnnnnggggg tag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;001.Real name → Raja Norshirin Raja Jalil-Pergo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;002.Nickname(s) → Yin, Shirin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;004.Male or female → F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;005.Kindergarten → St Margaret's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;006.Elementary School → SRK Kg Tunku &amp;amp; SRK Damansara Utama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;007.High School → MRSM Taiping &amp;amp; The British School in the Netherlands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;008.Hair color → Salt &amp;amp; pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;009.Long or short → Long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;010.Loud or Quiet → Depends la with whom ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;011.Sweats or Jeans → Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;012.Phone or Camera → Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;013.Health freak → Absolutely NOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;014.Drink or Smoke → Neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;015.Do you have a crush on someone → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;016.Eat or Drink → I love food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;017.Piercings → Ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;018.Tattoos → None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;019.Been in an airplane→ Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;020.Been in a relationship → Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;021.Been in a car accident → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;022.Been in a fight → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;023.First piercing → Ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;024.First best friend → Ari, not sure where she is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;025.First award → Can't remember any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;026.First crush → A boy named Jeffry while I was in elementary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;027.First pet → A cat named "Kuning"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;028.First big vacation → Europe when I was 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LASTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;029.Last person you IMed to → Sid Tamrin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;030.Last person you texted → My dad about a month ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;031.Last person you watched a movie with → Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;032.Last food you ate → Waffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;033.Last movie you watched → "Towelhead" - Awesome movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;034.Last song you listened to → Pink's "So What"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;035.Last thing you bought → Mexican food from Filiberto's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;036.Last person you hugged → Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAVES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;037.Food → Too many to list here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;038.Drinks → Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;039.Hobby → Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;040.Books → The Harry Potter series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;041.Music → Oldies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;042.Flower → Tulips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;043.Colors → Used to be black but now Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;044.Movies → NONE of those gory screaming bloody murder stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;045.Positions → Err?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;046.Subjects → Geography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;047.Rarely : Swear but when I do, watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;048. Started : at my new job last December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;049. Met : Nobody worth mentioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;050. Gone : to the bank this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;051. met : N/A. SAME QUESTION AS NO. 049&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;052. Learn : to fix (sort of) the refridgerator last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;053. MIA on : Myspace &amp;amp; Friendster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;054. always : Sleeps with my bantal busuk ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;055. always out : of patience with "stupid" people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;056. had too many : miniature houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;057. missed my : Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;058. think : that ignorance is the downfall of mankind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;059. weight : could lose some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;060. cut my hair : when it gets pass my boobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;061. worked : too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;062. tried to save for : my old age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;063. heard a lot of : bullshit from everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;064. been very : tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;065. Drink : Tea, mostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;066. Smoke : No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;067.Eating → Lays Chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;068.Drinking → Diet Mountain Dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;069.I'm about to → Burp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;070.Listening to → The fan whirling, the computer humming, the radio, the dentist's drill &amp;amp; patient screaming (Not!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;071.Plans for today → Grocery shopping &amp;amp; catch on some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;072.Waiting for → This tag to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;073.Want kids? → Yes but I'm glad I don't have any at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;074.Want to get married? → Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;075.Careers in mind → Writer/Author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;076.Lips or eyes → What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;077.Shorter or taller → Wish that I'm a little shorter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;078.Romantic or spontaneous → Spontaneously romantic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;079.Nice stomach or nice arms → Stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;080.Sensitive or loud → I guess sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;081.Hook-up or relationship → Relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;082.Trouble-maker or hesitant → Hesitant, I always think of the consequences before I do anything (well most things)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;083.Lost glasses/contacts → Off course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;084.Ran away from home → Almost but my sister spilled the beans so had to abandon plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;085.Hold a gun/knife for self defense → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;086.Killed somebody → Hell NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;087.Broken someone's heart → I think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;088.Been arrested → Almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;089.Cried when someone died → Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;090.Yourself → I guess so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;091.Miracles → Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;092.Love at first sight → More like Lust at first sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;093.Heaven → Absolutely!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;094.Santa Claus → Isn't it just a fat man with beard in a red suit who like to have kids sit on his lap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;095.Sex on the first date → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;096.Kiss on the first date → No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → My 3 boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Contend is more like it but things could be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;099. Do you believe in God → Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post as 100 Truths and tag to 10 people plus the one who tagged you!!! → &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7892074394183130274?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7892074394183130274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7892074394183130274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7892074394183130274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7892074394183130274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truthstag.html' title='100 Truths...(Tag)'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVqYIE5m5I/AAAAAAAABko/9CffvxBPb9c/s72-c/tags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8218598616695835612</id><published>2009-03-09T11:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:10:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Birthdays &amp; Special Occassions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVbNO6TARI/AAAAAAAABkg/21jr6bW9q-Y/s1600-h/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311251618452406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVbNO6TARI/AAAAAAAABkg/21jr6bW9q-Y/s200/birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing the best to my family &amp;amp; friends who are celebrating their birthdays and/or special occasions this month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Raja Nor Syazleen &amp;amp; Tarkriz Kamil - March 20 (Anniversary)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hairunnida Mansor - March 21 (Birthday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8218598616695835612?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8218598616695835612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8218598616695835612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8218598616695835612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8218598616695835612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-birthdays-special-occassions.html' title='March Birthdays &amp; Special Occassions'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SbVbNO6TARI/AAAAAAAABkg/21jr6bW9q-Y/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-7884393785168976111</id><published>2009-02-16T20:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:58:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vicky Cristina Barcelona" &amp; "Towelhead"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SZox3zzbhxI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ly0k_qCm5RM/s1600-h/vicky+cristina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606346050668306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SZox3zzbhxI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ly0k_qCm5RM/s320/vicky+cristina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented these two movies yesterday, "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Towelhead&lt;/span&gt;". We watched 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona" yesterday. It was a movie written &amp;amp; directed by Woody Allen and we thought it was pretty good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Hall ("The Prestige") and Scarlett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Johansson&lt;/span&gt; ("The Horse Whisperer", "Match Point") were 2 American tourists (best friends), Vicky &amp;amp; Cristina, who were spending a couple of months at Vicky's aunt &amp;amp; uncle's house in Barcelona. While attending an art gallery party, they met and fell for a painter, Juan Antonio Gonzalo (Javier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bardem&lt;/span&gt;, "No Country for Old Man") unaware that his ex-wife, Maria Elena (Penelope Cruz, "Blow") with whom he had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tempestuous&lt;/span&gt; relationship would re-entry his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was really good. All 4 actors was good in it especially Penelope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cruz&lt;/span&gt;. I was not surprised that she was nominated for an Oscar for this role. Watch it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SZox3yP1pZI/AAAAAAAABkI/l4hwZ_5gXN8/s1600-h/towelhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606345632949650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SZox3yP1pZI/AAAAAAAABkI/l4hwZ_5gXN8/s320/towelhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We watched "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Towelhead&lt;/span&gt;" earlier today. It was an independent movie so it might be a little hard to get.  It also goes with a different title "Nothing is Private" in other countries.  It is about a 13 year old Arab-American girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jasira&lt;/span&gt; (Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bishil&lt;/span&gt;) dealing with her sexual obsession, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bigoted&lt;/span&gt; Army reservist neighbor (Aaron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eckhart&lt;/span&gt;, "Thank You for Smoking", "Batman: Dark Knight"), strict dad (Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MacDissi&lt;/span&gt;, "Three Kings") and racism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was exceptionally made. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Towelhead&lt;/span&gt;, being a slur against people of the Middle Eastern descent is an explosive word. Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bishil&lt;/span&gt; who played the 13 yr old girl was really good in it. There are a lot of nudity and slur in the movie so please do not let any youngsters watch the movie. I do highly recommend this movie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7884393785168976111?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7884393785168976111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7884393785168976111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7884393785168976111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7884393785168976111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/02/vicky-cristina-barcelona-towelhead.html' title='&quot;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&quot; &amp; &quot;Towelhead&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SZox3zzbhxI/AAAAAAAABkQ/ly0k_qCm5RM/s72-c/vicky+cristina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4752251806447628706</id><published>2009-02-05T13:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:18:04.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYucadte8hI/AAAAAAAABj4/ztgLdrS-_Cs/s1600-h/trouble+maker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299501364997452306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYucadte8hI/AAAAAAAABj4/ztgLdrS-_Cs/s320/trouble+maker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first Thursday of every month, Dr K has our staff meeting during our lunch hour. So, during my lunch hour at the bank today I had to run over to the dental office so that I can attend their staff meeting. For those of you who haven't been following my blogs, I work part time (Financial Controller/HR) at the dental office and full time (Senior Teller) at the bank. I missed last month's meeting since I had to cover the floor at the bank coz we were short on staff. I made sure I could attend today's meeting because I had some beef to clear up with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was really upset with an incident that happened on Thursday last week. Thursdays are usually my long work day since I will be at the dental office from 6:00am - 8:45am then I will be at the bank from 9:00am - 6:00pm so I was a little cranky to begin with. One of our part time Hygienist (lets call her "L") was on vacation so we had a temp came over to help cover her shift. It was just before 8:00am so I was well into my work when the temp Hygienist (we call her "C") knocked on my office door wanting to talk to me. "C" had temped for us several times before and I like working with her. Of course I welcomed her into my office and told her to take a seat. And is what transpired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C: &lt;em&gt;"Someone just told me that L is upset because I make more than she does."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Who told you that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C: &lt;em&gt;"I don't want to name names but I feel bad that L is upset about it. I don't want her to be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;upset because I like working here and I don't want her not want me to cover for her when she needs time off."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Please don't worry, I will deal with this today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked up to the front desk. "A", our other part time hygienist and "M", our office manager was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Did either one of you tell C that L is upset because she's making more than her?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: &lt;em&gt;"I don't even know what L is making, and of course C makes more because her rate is set by the temp agency and she has more experience."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A" used to temp so she knows how the temp agency set the rate and what she said was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M: &lt;em&gt;"I wouldn't say anything like that since we are not suppose to discuss our pay with anyone but you&lt;/em&gt; (that would be me) &lt;em&gt;or Dr K."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was talking with "A" &amp;amp; "M", one of our dental assistants, "S" came up to the front desk so I asked her the same question I asked "A" &amp;amp; "M". I immediately knew it was her coz I could see the little wheel turning in her head trying to decide whether to tell me the truth or not. She finally acknowledged that she was the one who told "C" what "L" had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"What did "L" said to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S: &lt;em&gt;"She just came up to me 2 days ago in the sterilization room and said that C is making more than her and she seemed very upset by it. I also told her that I don't want to know about it because it is none of my business." &lt;/em&gt;The 2nd sentence I know is not true just because I know how she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Thank you for letting L know that she shouldn't be talking to you about her pay but why did you tell C what L had said to you? What is the purpose of that conversation?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"S" was a little taken aback when I said that to her. She finally apologize for repeating what L had said to her to C. I went back to C and told her that I spoke with S about what happened. I apologize to her on behalf of our office and told her not to feel bad because we all do like working with her and wants her to come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in the staff meeting today, I let everyone have it. I was so pissed off because they should know better. For one thing, they were all given the policy manual when they were hired and they signed the back of the manual stating that they have read and understood the manual. Even if it was not in the policy manual, it is common sense that you don't discuss your pay with your colleagues!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other thing that got me so po'ed was that "S" told "C" what "L" had said to her. What good does that do? It will just create animosity in the office. But then at the same time, I was not surprise that she did that because she's just that kind of person who like to see people get upset with each other. There are just times when I feel like knocking on her head and see if there is any brain in there......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4752251806447628706?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4752251806447628706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4752251806447628706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4752251806447628706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4752251806447628706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/02/trouble-maker.html' title='Trouble Maker'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYucadte8hI/AAAAAAAABj4/ztgLdrS-_Cs/s72-c/trouble+maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8760042873044634412</id><published>2009-02-04T17:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:21:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYpo6uCm_ZI/AAAAAAAABjw/0-y0zv7zvS0/s1600-h/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299163269555486098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYpo6uCm_ZI/AAAAAAAABjw/0-y0zv7zvS0/s320/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished reading "The Catcher in the Rye" by JD Salinger. I've always wanted to read the book but haven't had the chance until recently. I always hear that serial killers like that book and if you check it out of the library or buy it, then the FBI will trace you. I know it must be a myth coz then all school kids will be traced since they read it in English literature class ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I was at Walmart doing my grocery shopping about 2 weeks ago and saw that the book was on sale for US$4.97 so I bought it. The book was about this high school student named Holden Cauldfield who was kicked out of his broading school. It was written in the first person and Holden was telling us what happened to him the next few days after he left the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The book is considered by many as one of the best novel ever written. I think the book was good but it gets a little too rambly for me. The author, JD Salinger, never wrote another novel after this and maybe it's a good thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8760042873044634412?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8760042873044634412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8760042873044634412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8760042873044634412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8760042873044634412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/02/catcher-in-rye-jd-salinger.html' title='The Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYpo6uCm_ZI/AAAAAAAABjw/0-y0zv7zvS0/s72-c/catcher+in+the+rye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5488782689826538869</id><published>2009-02-01T22:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:19:38.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYaBc1x9_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/3-joDZdkHwU/s1600-h/happy+birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298064344120950258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYaBc1x9_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/3-joDZdkHwU/s320/happy+birthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here are my family &amp;amp; friends celebrating their birthdays &amp;amp; special events in February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;James W Pergo - February 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Antoinette Pergo - February 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Raja Zaharira Raja Hj Hussein - February 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Raja Lyon Ariff Raja Jalil - February 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Frank Cattelino - February 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Raja Lyon Ariff &amp;amp; Tengku Aisyarah's 9th anniversary - February 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5488782689826538869?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5488782689826538869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5488782689826538869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5488782689826538869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5488782689826538869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-birthdays.html' title='February Birthdays'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SYaBc1x9_fI/AAAAAAAABjg/3-joDZdkHwU/s72-c/happy+birthday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8324171152305406311</id><published>2009-01-28T09:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:50:52.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had a customer came in to deposit her social security check into her account. She wanted to deposit US$30 into her personal account and US$30 into her husband account with the rest of the cash back. I asked her if she's on her husband's account and she said no. Due to the privacy policy, I told her that I cannot look up her husband's account number for her if she's not on the account with him. She told me that her husband is in the car so he can come in after I'm done with her to deposit that US$30 into his account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran her transaction and withheld the $30. She left and a few seconds later her husband came in. Mine you he's about 80 (I believe she's about 65). The first thing he said to me was, "Why do I have to come in to deposit money into my account? Don't you know she's my wife? We've been married over 40 years." I explained to him that because of the privacy policy I cannot look up his account for his wife no matter how long they've been married. He swiped his debit card and when I pulled up the account, I noticed that his wife is on the account with him. I told him that she is on the account but when I asked, she said she wasn't. He said, "She's stupid!" and totally went off about how women are stupid and all kind of bull shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got annoyed with him and said, "Sir, please keep your voice down. If you keep talking with like that I will need you to leave." Then he said to me, "Why? Do I look like I'm 23?" and gave me his driver's license. I glanced at his DL and said, "It doens't matter how old you are, if you keep talking like that I will need you to leave". I finished his transaction and gave him his receipt. I could hear him talking under his breathe about how women are such and such (I'm not repeating what he said coz it's going to make me madder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't understand people sometimes. What makes them think that they are better than anyone else, more specifically over other gender or race or whatever. Those people are the stupid ones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8324171152305406311?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8324171152305406311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8324171152305406311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8324171152305406311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8324171152305406311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-old-are-you.html' title='How Old are You?'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-428390630160507672</id><published>2009-01-27T20:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:35:11.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill A Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX_QZcse-ZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/JB8uRmPpRW8/s1600-h/mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296180822429071762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX_QZcse-ZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/JB8uRmPpRW8/s320/mockingbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished reading the book "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee.  I've always been curious about the book and wanted to ready it.  Of course, the first time I heard about the book was the movie by the same name staring Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one of the best book I've ever read and I am mad with myself that I didn't read the book sooner.   It was about a lawyer named Atticus Finch who lived &amp;amp; worked in a small Alabama town called Maycomb.  He was appointed to be the defense lawyer for an African American who was accused of raping a white woman.  Though there was a lot of evidence pointing to his innocence, the jury still convicted him of the crime.  The book, unlike the movie, did not just concentrate on the trial but life in southern Alabama during that time.  The book, like the movie, was told from the point of view of Atticus' 9 year old daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really love the book and really recommend it.  If you are not a reader than I suggest you rent the movie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-428390630160507672?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/428390630160507672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=428390630160507672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/428390630160507672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/428390630160507672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='To Kill A Mockingbird'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX_QZcse-ZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/JB8uRmPpRW8/s72-c/mockingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1217953127833342194</id><published>2009-01-26T07:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:56:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Express"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX3I_BEtPiI/AAAAAAAABjI/Au3z3UIDt34/s1600-h/the+express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609721803062818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX3I_BEtPiI/AAAAAAAABjI/Au3z3UIDt34/s320/the+express.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw the movie "The Express" at my in laws yesterday. It was about Ernie Davis, the first African American to win the Heisman Trophy in 1961. For those of you who don't know what a Heisman Trophy is, it's an award given to the best college football (American football) of that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a pretty interesting movie.  To see what it was like for him to grow up in that era where African Americans are still considered 2nd class and how he dealt with it.  He was drafted to play with the Cleveland Browns but he was not able to play when he found out that he had leukemia and died from the cancer when he was only 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I definitely recommend this movie.  Rob Brown played Ernie Davis and Dennis Quaid was his University of Syracuse football coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1217953127833342194?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1217953127833342194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1217953127833342194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1217953127833342194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1217953127833342194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/express.html' title='&quot;The Express&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SX3I_BEtPiI/AAAAAAAABjI/Au3z3UIDt34/s72-c/the+express.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3900863980064603808</id><published>2009-01-22T11:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:28:53.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXkrVW5etvI/AAAAAAAABis/vJ-YoUHKsTw/s1600-h/dumpster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294310482874644210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXkrVW5etvI/AAAAAAAABis/vJ-YoUHKsTw/s200/dumpster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something funny happened a few moment ago at work. Since we were bought out by another bank last year, some of the branches are being consolidated. Our branch is one of those that will close mid next month so we are trying to go thru tons of stuff in the branch. Sensitive materials are being shredded and collected by the shredding company while the rest are put in a big dumpster in the back of the bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And let me tell you...this dumpster is HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the phone rang and I answered it. Turned out it was our RM (Regional Manager) wanting to talk to my BM (Branch Manager). Asked him if he wouldn't mind being put on hold while I get my BM, he said no. So I put him on hold and dialed the extension to my BM's desk. There was no answer so I went looking for her in the back office. The back door was open so I know she was just outside dumping stuff into the dumpster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sight that greeted me when I walked out was to die for. Mind you, my BM is short, maybe about 5'1" and with the shoes that she's wearing, she's probably be at about 5'4". The dumpster is maybe about 7 feet high. Here was my BM doing this frog leap thing trying to throw stuff into the dumpster. It was a little comical coz she reminded me of how a little kid would do this little jump while throwing their ball into a hoop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I took pity on her so I told her to hold the back door open for me while I dump the stuff. I am 6 foot tall and with my shoes on, I'm about 6'2" so it was just a matter of me tip toeing and hauled the stuff over the dumpster. Here's the syncher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...as I turned around to get back into the bank, I noticed there was a cop car parked a few yards away from us. The policeman was laughing his head off so I gave him a big smile, saluted, did a little bow and walked back into the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3900863980064603808?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3900863980064603808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3900863980064603808&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3900863980064603808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3900863980064603808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-funny.html' title='Something Funny...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXkrVW5etvI/AAAAAAAABis/vJ-YoUHKsTw/s72-c/dumpster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4184304617201101071</id><published>2009-01-21T10:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:32:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXksFKOeA9I/AAAAAAAABi4/8eW8p_hz42U/s1600-h/teller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294311304106738642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXksFKOeA9I/AAAAAAAABi4/8eW8p_hz42U/s320/teller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a weird day today is starting to be... First of all, I kept waking up every hour on the hour all night last night so I am a little sleep deprive at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first customer today told me that he wanted to cash his check so I proceed to my transaction menu on my computer to do so. When I asked him how he want his cash (what denomination) he said he wanted to deposit US$200 of it into his account. So, I cancelled the original transaction and proceed to fill the deposit slip for him and ran the transaction. Again at the end, I asked him again how he wants his cash broken down and he decided that instead of depositing that US$200 into his account, he wanted to get all the cash. So, again I cancelled that transaction and proceed to the first one and guess what... he decided to change his mind again. Luckily this time he didn't change his mind again... coz I would have smacked him he he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other customer I had was an old lady. She handed me her checkbook and said that she wanted copies of the checks she had written this month. I asked her for her ID and she said, "You can't look me up from the checkbook?". I told her that I can look up her account from the checkbook but I need to make sure that she's the one on the account. She pointed to the name on the checkbook and said that's her. I was trying really hard not to laugh but I told her that I need to see her ID so that I can verify that that is her. So she grumbily walked back to her car to get her ID. After verifying that it was indeed her, I pulled up her account on my computer. I asked her if she just wanted me to print the statement which shows all the checks that had gone thru her account but she said that she wanted to get the copies of the check. I also indicated to her that if she has internet, she can get the copies for free but she said that she doesn't have a computer. Since there were about 8 checks that had gone thru I brought her over to the PFR (personal financial rep) along with her statement that I had printed listing the checks so that he can help her print the checks and I can go back to running transactions at the teller line. Not 5 seconds later she left so I asked he PFR if he was able to help her. He said that she said to him that she can look up the checks at home and left the bank with the statement that I printed... What the F---? I asked her if all she wanted was the statement &amp;amp; she said no... Another undecided customer I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, while I was with the old lady, another customer came into the branch wanting to run transaction and he got my Assistant Manager. He was trying to deposit cash into someone else's account. A restraint came up on the account so my AM was trying to ask him some questions. Unfortunately, the guy doesn't speak anything but Chinese so here they were, my AM speaking in English to him and he jabbering away in Chinese. My branch manager came over to try and help them but since she doesn't speak a lick of Chinese, there was little that she could do. They kept looking over to me hoping that I understood what the guy was talking about but I only know a couple of bad words so I was no help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I don't know if there is a full moon out tonight or what but I hope the "weirdness" ends soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4184304617201101071?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4184304617201101071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4184304617201101071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4184304617201101071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4184304617201101071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXksFKOeA9I/AAAAAAAABi4/8eW8p_hz42U/s72-c/teller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1839761341513400079</id><published>2009-01-21T09:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:04:26.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day it was yesterday, something that I will not forget anytime soon.  Almost 2 million people gathered at the Mall in Washington DC to watch Barack Hussein Obama sworn in as the 44th President of the United States of America.  I had to work yesterday so I set my VCR to tape the proceedings (no, we don't have Tivo), though  I did catch some snipets of it on the internet while at work (shhh I'm not suppose to do that while at work).  It was amazing to see all those people braving the cold weather to be at the ceremony.  What is more amazing to me is to see an African American sworn in to the highest position in this country.  Here is to a better future....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1839761341513400079?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1839761341513400079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1839761341513400079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1839761341513400079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1839761341513400079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-20-2009.html' title='January 20, 2009'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-1303184897158727940</id><published>2009-01-18T20:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:31:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXPzUskzsPI/AAAAAAAABg8/oQIJ--Rm5Sg/s1600-h/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292841523978940658" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXPzUskzsPI/AAAAAAAABg8/oQIJ--Rm5Sg/s320/steelers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VS &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXPzUXdfFJI/AAAAAAAABg0/D6ygXfZWFCs/s1600-h/cardinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292841518311085202" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXPzUXdfFJI/AAAAAAAABg0/D6ygXfZWFCs/s320/cardinals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Superbowl will be between the Arizona Cardinals and the Pittsburgh Steelers. The game will be held in Tampa Bay on February 1st. This will be the Cardinals first time at the Superbowl since they were in Chicago 61 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GO CARDINALS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1303184897158727940?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1303184897158727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1303184897158727940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1303184897158727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1303184897158727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-2009.html' title='Superbowl 2009'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SXPzUskzsPI/AAAAAAAABg8/oQIJ--Rm5Sg/s72-c/steelers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-831496674244779023</id><published>2009-01-09T09:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:11:53.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selsema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgf9b2UQfI/AAAAAAAABfw/jtj1HRwGTdA/s1600-h/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289512902654706162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgf9b2UQfI/AAAAAAAABfw/jtj1HRwGTdA/s200/cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ick... it's that time of the year again for the flu/cold season. I was successful in fending it off for the first few months but now my defenses are down and I finally caught the sniffles. I've been taking lots of vitamin C so the cold isn't full blown, just the snuffy nose and feeling conjested. I am just glad that today is Friday and I only have to work half a day tomorrow so I can rest over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-831496674244779023?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/831496674244779023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=831496674244779023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/831496674244779023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/831496674244779023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/selsema.html' title='Selsema'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgf9b2UQfI/AAAAAAAABfw/jtj1HRwGTdA/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3096429386284203916</id><published>2009-01-03T11:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:13:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggVHM1inI/AAAAAAAABf4/wy4lwGY7WUE/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289513309428877938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggVHM1inI/AAAAAAAABf4/wy4lwGY7WUE/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16 years ago tomorrow I embarked on a life long journey. 16 years ago I left my family and life behind in Malaysia and came to the US. When I came, I had expected to just be in the US for about 2 years. Just enough time for me to earn my BSc as well as some life experience. I had fully expected to return to Malaysia after I graduate and spend the rest of my life there. Little that I know that 16 years later I am still in the US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet you wonder what happened, right? How did 2 years ended up being 16 years? Well love happened... See just before I left for the US, my heart was broken. And this was not any kind of broken, it was not just cracked in 2 but smashed to smitherens. So I left hoping that it will mend eventually and I also had a little revenge planned. I was going to get my degree and go back to Malaysia, get a great job where my ex is working and maybe be his boss. Obviously that was a stupid plan...the revenge part anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, the first part of my 2nd year in the US, I met this wonderful guy. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone, much less falling in love. We hit it off immediately and have been together since. We dated for about 2 1/2 years and just a little over a month ago celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, that is why I am still here 16 years later. I wouldn't trade my guy for anything in the world and I am hoping for many years to come with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3096429386284203916?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3096429386284203916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3096429386284203916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3096429386284203916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3096429386284203916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-years-ago.html' title='16 Years Ago'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggVHM1inI/AAAAAAAABf4/wy4lwGY7WUE/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3831694901865812826</id><published>2009-01-03T10:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:15:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgg5SNpbVI/AAAAAAAABgI/oh51MN3jLa0/s1600-h/happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289513930860358994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgg5SNpbVI/AAAAAAAABgI/oh51MN3jLa0/s200/happy+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Here are my family &amp;amp; friends celebrating their birthdays in January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Wan Nor Diana (Dina) - January 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Raja Nor Izma (arwah) - January 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Raja Norshirin (yours truly ;-) - January 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Aubree Stephens - January 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Christine Cattelino - January 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;James J Pergo - January 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday every one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3831694901865812826?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3831694901865812826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3831694901865812826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3831694901865812826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3831694901865812826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-birthdays.html' title='January Birthdays'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWgg5SNpbVI/AAAAAAAABgI/oh51MN3jLa0/s72-c/happy+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1729493193977346573</id><published>2009-01-02T14:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:17:04.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iron Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWghOd8_8mI/AAAAAAAABgQ/JyAbsSqtpTI/s1600-h/iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289514294789010018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWghOd8_8mI/AAAAAAAABgQ/JyAbsSqtpTI/s200/iron+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented "Iron Man" yesterday and I thought the movie was okay. It was a movie based on Stan Lee's Marvel comic "Iron Man" about a weapons manufacturer named Tony Stark whom after being captured in Afghanistan decided to make an iron suit for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr was Tony Stark/Iron Man and Jeff Bridges was his company's, Stark Industries, business partner. Gweyneth Paltrow was Tony Stark's assistant/love interest. Downey Jr was pretty good as Iron Man though I thought the movie itself is okay. When I first heard that he was going to be Iron Man, I didn't think that he would make a good superhero. I was pleasantly surprised that he actually made a good one...at least a very convincing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like Marvel comics than this movie is for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1729493193977346573?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1729493193977346573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1729493193977346573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1729493193977346573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1729493193977346573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2009/01/iron-man.html' title='&quot;Iron Man&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWghOd8_8mI/AAAAAAAABgQ/JyAbsSqtpTI/s72-c/iron+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2213764767373707360</id><published>2008-12-31T17:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:14:19.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggkL_cWkI/AAAAAAAABgA/O2mtQpS7w1k/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289513568412916290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggkL_cWkI/AAAAAAAABgA/O2mtQpS7w1k/s200/2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 1/2 hours before the new year is here and I am contemplating the events that happened this year. What a year it has been, lots of things (good and bad), some are monumental, some are just blah but still it has been a pretty good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things/events that happened this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim is finally getting better for which I am truly grateful. My sister, Deen, had her first child, a beautiful little girl named Eva Khairunnisa. My other niece, Karsen, turned 3 the day before our 12th wedding anniversary. My 2 nephews, Aman and Apan are naughtier than ever (at least that's what their parents told me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barrack Obama was elected as the first black for the US. What an event that was. I am happy to see that a more qualified person is elected to the highest office in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err what else happened in 2008... So many and I can't remember all of them at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, customers are starting to pore into the bank at the moment (no doubt to withdraw money for their New Year party tonight) so I better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy &amp;amp; Safe New Year everyone!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2213764767373707360?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2213764767373707360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2213764767373707360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2213764767373707360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2213764767373707360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2008'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SWggkL_cWkI/AAAAAAAABgA/O2mtQpS7w1k/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2674775702107801692</id><published>2008-12-30T07:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:33:02.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dark Knight" &amp; "Recount"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2syUo2wI/AAAAAAAABfg/S2tYZzD7otA/s1600-h/dark+knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597255723178754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2syUo2wI/AAAAAAAABfg/S2tYZzD7otA/s200/dark+knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented "Dark Knight" &amp;amp; "Recount" over the weekend and these were 2 of the best movies I've watched all year.  "Dark Knight" was really good and I think Heath Ledger was awesome as the Joker.  "Batman Returns" &amp;amp; "Dark Knight" are my favorite of the Batman series because they are more serious and not cartoonish (George Clooney was the worst!).  Christian Bale returns as Batman/Bruce Wayne as well as Gary Oldman as Lieutanent Gordan.  Maggie Gyllenhaal played Rachel Dawes (she way better than Katie Holmes in "Batman Returns").  Aaron Eckhart played district attorney Harvey Dent who later on became Two Face.  But best of all was Heath Ledger as the Joker.  Ledger's Joker was more psychotic &amp;amp; disturbing than Jack Nicholson's Joker (which was more in line with the tv series).  Anyways, if you haven't seen this movie, rent it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2s9WkO6I/AAAAAAAABfo/yqQrI7egPwk/s1600-h/recount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597258684054434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2s9WkO6I/AAAAAAAABfo/yqQrI7egPwk/s200/recount.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Recount" was about the 36 days fiasco in Florida during the election year 2000 between the Democratic nominee Al Gore and the Republican's George Bush.  Due to several "mistakes" the Florida electoral votes can't be decided because both nominees were too close.  Al Gore team wanted a recount because in several counties in Florida voters said that they had mistakenly voted for Pat Buchanan instead of Al Gore to the way the voters ballot (known as Chad) was designed.  There were quite a few famous actors in this movie, among them, Kevin Spacey, Tom Wilkinson, Ed Bagley Jr, John Hurt &amp;amp; Laura Dern. All of them were really good in the role they played in.  Really good movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2674775702107801692?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2674775702107801692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2674775702107801692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2674775702107801692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2674775702107801692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/12/dark-knight-recount.html' title='&quot;Dark Knight&quot; &amp; &quot;Recount&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2syUo2wI/AAAAAAAABfg/S2tYZzD7otA/s72-c/dark+knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4636139412023146921</id><published>2008-12-27T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:54:16.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tropic Thunder" &amp; "The Happening"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaEcsQN6RI/AAAAAAAABfA/bf6-fKSvHDs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284556841216239890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaEcsQN6RI/AAAAAAAABfA/bf6-fKSvHDs/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented "Tropic Thunder" earlier this month and really loved it. It was a spoof about a bunch of actors who while filming their "base on a true story" movie about a Vietnam vet experience found themselves in a true life or death situation. The movie starred Ben Stiller, Robert Downey Jr &amp;amp; Jack Black, among others. This was one of the funniest movies that we've watched. I would recommend it to anyone who appreciate a good funny movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2C-2S0RI/AAAAAAAABfY/DaFWeW9Ro1o/s1600-h/the+happening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285596537531060498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVo2C-2S0RI/AAAAAAAABfY/DaFWeW9Ro1o/s200/the+happening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also saw "The Happening" the same weekend we saw "Tropic Thunder". I normally like all of M Night Shyamalan's movie ("The Sixth Sense" &amp;amp; "Signs" being my most favorite) but this movie was very dissappointing for me. There were a lot of gory stuff and I think that was the main point of the movie - to be gory. Mark Wahlberg was not very convincing as a scientist/teacher and the plot was just unrealistic. So, unlike "Tropic Thunder" I would not recommend this movie (especially kids) unless you just like watching people doing disgusting stuff to themselves for the fun of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4636139412023146921?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4636139412023146921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4636139412023146921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4636139412023146921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4636139412023146921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/12/tropic-thunder.html' title='&quot;Tropic Thunder&quot; &amp; &quot;The Happening&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaEcsQN6RI/AAAAAAAABfA/bf6-fKSvHDs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-195145658067098660</id><published>2008-12-27T11:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:58:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding an Old Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaW1i3827I/AAAAAAAABfI/5kf5hsCHkuU/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284577059404569522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaW1i3827I/AAAAAAAABfI/5kf5hsCHkuU/s320/bicycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the end of my 2nd week at my "new" job. It is not exactly new since I had the same job about 4 years ago. You see, after much thinking and "heart-to-brain" talk with myself, I decided to go back to the bank which I left 4 years ago. I don't have to do much training classes except to go through some training modules online. Most of it I already know since I was with the bank for over 3 years before I quit. The modules are more of a refresher course for me as well as keep me up to date with some new bank policies and procedures. Still, it can get a little overwhelming..I feel like a sponge soaking up all these knowledge..he he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few people (family, friends, colleages and yes, even customers) have asked me if I like going back to the bank and my answer is always "Yes &amp;amp; No". "Yes" because the benefits are awesome!!! "No" because everyday that I am at the bank, it reminds me of why I left in the first place. The "Yes" definitely outweight the "No" but when certain situations came up, that "No" does loom heavily on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sure you are wondering what the "No" is, right? Well, the job itself is not bad at all but I just despise (hate is too harsh but I do feel it sometimes) dealing with people. Not all people, just those who are assholes, jerks, ..etc, oh you know those people...some of you are those people in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the jobs I have had since I was in college had been in the public service/customer service sector so at this point of my life I am truly tired of dealing with people. I like my little "cave" at my other job because I do not have to deal with people, most of the time (usually just my co-workers). It was just me, the computer and a bunch of paperwork &amp;amp; data entries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you go...my 2nd weeks at my "new" job...it is just like riding a bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-195145658067098660?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/195145658067098660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=195145658067098660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/195145658067098660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/195145658067098660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/12/riding-old-bicycle.html' title='Riding an Old Bicycle'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SVaW1i3827I/AAAAAAAABfI/5kf5hsCHkuU/s72-c/bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2996344754553916481</id><published>2008-11-25T14:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:27:16.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get Smart" &amp; "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented a movie for quite awhile and this weekend we decided to watch "Get Smart" &amp;amp; "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SSxp6BYeXhI/AAAAAAAABDk/tttlk97Ca6E/s1600-h/get+smart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705709268426258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SSxp6BYeXhI/AAAAAAAABDk/tttlk97Ca6E/s200/get+smart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Get Smart" was a remake of the TV show "Get Smart". Steve Carell played Maxwell "Agent 86" Smart and Anne Hathaway was his reluctant partner, Agent 99 for a secret agency called CONTROL. When the CONTROL headquarters were infaltrated by their nemesis KAOS and their agents identities compromised, Agents 86 &amp;amp; 99 has to do whatever they can to thwart the plans of KAOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought the movie was funny. I definitely love Steve Carell!!! Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock played Agent 23 was funny too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SSxsBimQonI/AAAAAAAABDs/CcPlQ3MsfL0/s1600-h/forgetting+sarah+marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272708037466956402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SSxsBimQonI/AAAAAAAABDs/CcPlQ3MsfL0/s200/forgetting+sarah+marshall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Forgetting Sarah Marshall" was funny too though I thought it could be funnier. Jason Segel played Peter Bretter who after being dumped by his actress girlfriend, Sarah Marshall (Kristen Bell) went to Hawaii in an attempt to forget her. Little did he know Sarah decided to vacation at the same resort with her new boyfriend, Aldous Snow (Russell Brand). As you can imagine, Peter trying to forget Sarah but she keeps popping up wherever he goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie is funnier though was a little bit predictable...I still recommend watching it if you want some laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2996344754553916481?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2996344754553916481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2996344754553916481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2996344754553916481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2996344754553916481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-smart-forgetting-sarah-marshall.html' title='&quot;Get Smart&quot; &amp; &quot;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SSxp6BYeXhI/AAAAAAAABDk/tttlk97Ca6E/s72-c/get+smart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8854814198061839921</id><published>2008-11-14T09:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:16:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Economics Models Explained with Cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SR3Nb_iWDfI/AAAAAAAABDc/7XBEfOCmIwg/s1600-h/govt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268593019888995826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SR3Nb_iWDfI/AAAAAAAABDc/7XBEfOCmIwg/s320/govt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone emailed me this and I thought it was "educational" ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOCIALISM: You have 2 cows. You give one to your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COMMUNISM: You have 2 cows. The State takes both and gives you some milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FASCISM: You have 2 cows. The State takes both and sells you some milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NAZISM: You have 2 cows. The State takes both and shoots you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUREAUCRATISM: You have 2 cows. The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow has dropped dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ENRON-LIKE VENTURE CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public then buys your bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike, organize a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You decide to have lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 2 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you. You charge the owners for storing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION: You have two cows. Both are mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AN IRAQI CORPORATION: Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION: You have two cows. The one on the left looks very attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8854814198061839921?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8854814198061839921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8854814198061839921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8854814198061839921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8854814198061839921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-economics-models-explained-with-cows.html' title='21 Economics Models Explained with Cows'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SR3Nb_iWDfI/AAAAAAAABDc/7XBEfOCmIwg/s72-c/govt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2098982090520801933</id><published>2008-11-09T16:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:12:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SRd49M_tRKI/AAAAAAAABDU/POplOQzCyrA/s1600-h/times+flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266811282088871074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SRd49M_tRKI/AAAAAAAABDU/POplOQzCyrA/s320/times+flies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been awhile since I wrote anything on this blog... Lots of things had happened and I had wanted to write about it but for some reason or another I kept putting it off and putting it off and before you know it, it's already November. So, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jim started to see a new neurologist in Sun City.  We are hopeful that the neurologist will find what is wrong and fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  The economy sucked!  I am still looking for a new job but since a lot of company are letting their employees go, the job propect is looking bleak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.  Jim started his physical therapy this month and his symptoms are improving.  We are still hopeful that we can find what is going on with his brain.  In the meantime, I'm still driving him around to his doctor's appointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  Job prospect is still blahh...Had a few interviews but they are offering less than what I'm making right now (which is not a lot to begin with).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Hopeful that Obama, if elected, will turn this country around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.  Obama was elected !!!! Was amazed at how the country (&amp;amp; the whole world) reacted to his election.  There is still hope for this country yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Job search still depressing me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.  Found out our COBRA insurance is going up to about $920/month starting January.  That is more than our mortgage!!!  If things doesn't change soon, I'll probably end up robbing a bank or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there you go, in a nutshell, what is going on with me.... I'm just grateful that I still have a roof to sleep under, food on the table and family &amp;amp; friends who cares &amp;amp; love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2098982090520801933?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2098982090520801933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2098982090520801933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2098982090520801933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2098982090520801933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SRd49M_tRKI/AAAAAAAABDU/POplOQzCyrA/s72-c/times+flies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3907289021046838932</id><published>2008-09-24T16:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:05:48.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambi &amp; Thumper Really Do Exist!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741555071610402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUIUimbiI/AAAAAAAABB0/dOi0Vz8L2VA/s400/ATT00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741563786975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUI1AgWWI/AAAAAAAABB8/d24OHU6eY_4/s400/ATT00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741870489565938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUarkGevI/AAAAAAAABCc/ZENQ5hgWn98/s400/ATT00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742072968679506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUmd24kFI/AAAAAAAABC0/H-Z-GdZ2LfY/s400/ATT00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742079131114226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUm00H2vI/AAAAAAAABC8/6y-lxlHG2UU/s400/ATT00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742081843615010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUm-61VSI/AAAAAAAABDE/gM2YvxM5Lb0/s400/ATT00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741867702423426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUahLmD4I/AAAAAAAABCU/gzxph0ehsQM/s400/ATT00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741875451722594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUa-DK-2I/AAAAAAAABCk/MoB-zggHAmQ/s400/ATT00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741879758793954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Thumper Really Do Exist!!!'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SNrUIUimbiI/AAAAAAAABB0/dOi0Vz8L2VA/s72-c/ATT00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6773559574781204693</id><published>2008-08-31T20:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:06:29.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtcChACQxI/AAAAAAAABBs/bBfTHsHku0E/s1600-h/malaysia+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240883789663716114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtcChACQxI/AAAAAAAABBs/bBfTHsHku0E/s320/malaysia+flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 51st birthday, Malaysia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6773559574781204693?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6773559574781204693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6773559574781204693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6773559574781204693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6773559574781204693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtcChACQxI/AAAAAAAABBs/bBfTHsHku0E/s72-c/malaysia+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3299083905289496682</id><published>2008-08-31T19:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:07:03.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Riz &amp; Hazel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtbCDUpU7I/AAAAAAAABBc/8Rt41WrqS30/s1600-h/0295.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240882682185470898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtbCDUpU7I/AAAAAAAABBc/8Rt41WrqS30/s320/0295.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtbCmz7NKI/AAAAAAAABBk/RhHoMd2Ow8s/s1600-h/0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240882691711906978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtbCmz7NKI/AAAAAAAABBk/RhHoMd2Ow8s/s320/0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy belated birthdays to my brother-in-law, Riz (Tarkriz Kamil) and my cousin, Hazel (Raja Hazlyn) who both celebrated their 34th birthdays on August 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3299083905289496682?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3299083905289496682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3299083905289496682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3299083905289496682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3299083905289496682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-riz-hazel.html' title='Happy Birthday Riz &amp; Hazel'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLtbCDUpU7I/AAAAAAAABBc/8Rt41WrqS30/s72-c/0295.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1741273123987434912</id><published>2008-08-28T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:17:19.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLbdkpyVQ3I/AAAAAAAABBU/omTeG4vLqz8/s1600-h/ramadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618838254142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLbdkpyVQ3I/AAAAAAAABBU/omTeG4vLqz8/s400/ramadhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7478321367540360891-1741273123987434912?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1741273123987434912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1741273123987434912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1741273123987434912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1741273123987434912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SLbdkpyVQ3I/AAAAAAAABBU/omTeG4vLqz8/s72-c/ramadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1070064380565799298</id><published>2008-08-19T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:08:03.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Into the Wild"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtevMu20XI/AAAAAAAABBM/Pc2mNNxUiW4/s1600-h/Into+the+Wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236383156712952178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtevMu20XI/AAAAAAAABBM/Pc2mNNxUiW4/s200/Into+the+Wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw "Into the Wild" last night and thought it was really good.  It is based on a true story about Christopher McCandles (Emile Hirsch), who right after graduating from Emory College in 1990, left all of his worldly possessions and embarked on a journey of self discovery.  His aim was to eventually go to Alaska and along the way he met an assortment of characters who shaped his life.  Despite having survived the winter in Alaska, his plan hit a snag when the river he crossed during winter is now a torrent rapid in the spring, thus trapping him.  The movie is really awesome!!!  Watch it!!&lt;/span&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/7478321367540360891-1070064380565799298?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1070064380565799298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1070064380565799298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1070064380565799298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1070064380565799298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-wild.html' title='&quot;Into the Wild&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtevMu20XI/AAAAAAAABBM/Pc2mNNxUiW4/s72-c/Into+the+Wild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4022925305167498347</id><published>2008-08-19T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:57:57.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Smart People"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtaV_6AMpI/AAAAAAAABBE/y_uF9j1rwag/s1600-h/Smart+People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236378325726802578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtaV_6AMpI/AAAAAAAABBE/y_uF9j1rwag/s200/Smart+People.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I saw "Smart People" on Sunday and we both really liked it.  It is about Lawrence Wetherhold (Dennis Quaid), who is a widower, an indifference father who is also a pompous professor of English Lit at Carnegie Mellon.  A seizure and a fall had him going to the ER and there he met one of his former students, Dr Janet Hartigan (Sarah Jessica Parker) whom he starts to date, much to the horror of his daughter, Vanessa (Ellen Page).  Lawrence's "loser" brother, Chuck (Thomas Haden Church) moved in to help around the house.  The movie shows that sometimes the smartest people don't quite get it all together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a cute movie and I would recommend you watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies I recommend by actors in this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Hard Candy - Ellen Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Juno - Ellen Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Spanglish - Thomas Haden Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Sideways - Thomas Haden Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) The Family Stone - Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) The First Wives Club - Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Ed Wood - Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) Honeymoon in Vegas - Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) In Good Company - Dennis Quaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) The Rookie - Dennis Quaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) Frequency - Dennis Quaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4022925305167498347?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4022925305167498347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4022925305167498347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4022925305167498347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4022925305167498347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/smart-people.html' title='&quot;Smart People&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SKtaV_6AMpI/AAAAAAAABBE/y_uF9j1rwag/s72-c/Smart+People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3140247843163667289</id><published>2008-08-10T08:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:13:09.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJ8Q9Q0T0aI/AAAAAAAABA8/_DxdToVDXtY/s1600-h/0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232919936700240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJ8Q9Q0T0aI/AAAAAAAABA8/_DxdToVDXtY/s400/0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 years ago today at about 3:30am, Malaysian time, I lost my mom, Raja Hajjah Hairul Nisha bt Raja Haji Hussein. I can't believe that it has been that long since she's been gone.  Time flew so fast that it felt like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it has been a little harder for me to accept that she is gone because I live so far away from home.  I am not constantly reminded that she is gone.  That doesn't mean that I don't miss her.  I miss her lots!!!  I still, on occassions, would pick up my phone wanting to dial my parents' house.  But then I remembered that she's gone and the house is no longer ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I miss you mummy.... (I better stop here before I start blubbering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3140247843163667289?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3140247843163667289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3140247843163667289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3140247843163667289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3140247843163667289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-years-ago.html' title='5 Years ago'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJ8Q9Q0T0aI/AAAAAAAABA8/_DxdToVDXtY/s72-c/0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4146211702235898987</id><published>2008-08-02T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:17:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJUtPIE0lTI/AAAAAAAABA0/xKgiGKV3c6s/s1600-h/eastern+promises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230136280149693746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJUtPIE0lTI/AAAAAAAABA0/xKgiGKV3c6s/s200/eastern+promises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I just finished watching "Eastern Promises" and I definitely recommend this movie.  It is about a midwife/nurse, Anna (Naomi Watts) who works in a hospital when a pregnant Russian teenager, Tatiana came bleeding.  She wasn't able to save the teenager but the baby girl survived.  Anna finds Tatiana's diary written in Russian language in her belongings and decided to find her family to deliver the baby.  She brings the diary home and ask her uncle Stepan (who is Russian) to translate the document. Stepan refuses, but Anna finds a card of a restaurant owned by the Russian, Semyon (Armin Mueller-Stahl)  inside the diary and she visits the old man trying to find a lead to contact Tatiana's family. When she mentions the existence of the diary, Semyon immediately offers to translate the document. However, Stepan translates part of the diary and Anna discovers that Semyon and his sick son Kirill had raped Tatiana when she was fourteen years old and forced her to work as prostitute in a brothel of their own. Further, Semyon is the dangerous boss of the Russian mafia "Vory v Zakone", jeopardizing the safety of Anna and her family. Meanwhile, Semyon's driver Nikolai Luzhin (Viggo Mortensen) gets close to Kirill and Semyon, climbing positions in the criminal organization, but he helps Anna, her family and the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie is very good though there are quite a few violent scenes in it.  Definitely not a movie for kids to watch.  Do see it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies by actors in this movie that I recommend watching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) A History of Violence - Viggo Mortensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Lord of the Rings (all 3 movies) - Viggo Mortensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) King Kong - Naomi Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) 21 Grams - Naomi Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) 12 Angry Men - Armin Mueller-Stahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4146211702235898987?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4146211702235898987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4146211702235898987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4146211702235898987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4146211702235898987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/08/eastern-promises.html' title='Eastern Promises'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJUtPIE0lTI/AAAAAAAABA0/xKgiGKV3c6s/s72-c/eastern+promises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6212594546503600225</id><published>2008-07-31T22:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:35:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold &amp; Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJKebFH82FI/AAAAAAAABAk/4_bFNbzeI3k/s1600-h/Harold+n+Kumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229416305399748690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJKebFH82FI/AAAAAAAABAk/4_bFNbzeI3k/s200/Harold+n+Kumar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I just finished watching "Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay" a couple of hours ago and I still haven't finished laughing.  If you like the first movie, "Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Goes to White Castle", you will like this one.  This movie takes place a few hours after the ending of the first movie.  John Cho &amp;amp; Kal Penn playes Harold Lee &amp;amp; Kumar Patil, best buds, who was on their way to Amsterdam to meet up with their pretty neighbor who Harold has a crush on.  On the plane, due to some misunderstanding, they were thought to be terrorist who is planning on bombing the plane so they were put in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The DVD has an unrated version of the movie which came out with an R at the theaters.  If you've seen the first movie, you'll know that there are a lot of nudity, swear words and drugs (mostly weed) in this one.  Neil Patrick Harris returned for a cameo and he was hilarious.  I would recommend this movie to anyone that doesn't think drugs, swear words, nudity &amp;amp; racial profiling are funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6212594546503600225?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6212594546503600225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6212594546503600225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6212594546503600225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6212594546503600225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/harold-kumar-escape-from-guantanamo-bay.html' title='Harold &amp; Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJKebFH82FI/AAAAAAAABAk/4_bFNbzeI3k/s72-c/Harold+n+Kumar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4985982238596505807</id><published>2008-07-29T23:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:24:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJARSh6O21I/AAAAAAAABAc/Bmig5iyoxxA/s1600-h/ants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228698177415076690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJARSh6O21I/AAAAAAAABAc/Bmig5iyoxxA/s200/ants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Mondays are my normal day off, I did some grocery shopping yesterday.  I bought some sugar free chocolate chip cookies and banana nut bread.  After dinner last night, I left the container of cookies and bread on our kitchen counter.  I've done this on several occassions before without any problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the mornings, my 2 boys usually will try to wake me up so that I could feed them their breakfast.  But this morning Sammy was quite persistent in wanting me to get up.  Thinking that he is just extra hungry, I try to pat him so that I can catch more zzz before my alarm clock goes off at 6am.  Anyways, after about 5 minutes of trying to calm Sammy down, I heard Jim got up and when into the kitchen.  Then I heard him (from my very foggy sleep state) said, "Shirin, wake up, we've been invaded by ants"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking that there are probably a couple of ants crawling on the cookies, I groggily got up and walked into the kitchen.  And what greeted me in the kitchen jolted me wide awake.  There wasn't just 2 ants, there were hundreds of them!!!  Never before have I seen swarm of ants that many.  They had a line from the corner in my pantry, across the kitchen floor, up the side of the kitchen counter, all the way along the sink, behind my spice rack and over to the stove.  We've never had problem with ants before, though we do put ant baits around the house (just in case) so it was a shock to both Jim &amp;amp; I to see that many ants when only a few hours before there weren't any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously, I threw away the cookies and banana bread.  I went through a whole container of lysol wipes and scrubed the kitchen counter, stove and floor.  I ran over (drove actually) to Walmart &amp;amp; Home Depot and got tons of ant baits.  While at Home Depot, the sales clerk told me that for the past few days, they had quite a few people coming in buying ant baits.  Apparently, the rain storm we had a week ago caused the ants to seek shelter and food in houses since their homes were washed away by the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt somewhat relieved that we weren't the only ones invaded by ants.  Anyways, we put baits all over the kitchen and when I came home from work today, I am happy to say that the baits are working.  Hopefully the baits will continue to work because I never ever ever ever want to go thru that ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I need to go take a shower coz the thought of those ants are making me itch.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4985982238596505807?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4985982238596505807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4985982238596505807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4985982238596505807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4985982238596505807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/ants-invasion.html' title='Ants Invasion'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJARSh6O21I/AAAAAAAABAc/Bmig5iyoxxA/s72-c/ants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8809452021833342074</id><published>2008-07-29T23:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:45:52.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"In Bruges" &amp; "Be Kind, Rewind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228686553463146002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJAGt7UIRhI/AAAAAAAABAM/e_zKelx9WW8/s200/in+bruges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I finished watching "In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt;" yesterday morning. It's a movie about 2 hit men, Ray (Colin Farrell) and Ken (Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt;) after a blotched job, was told to hide out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; (that's in Belgium) by their crime boss, Harry (Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt;). Soon, the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hitmen&lt;/span&gt; started to differ on their view of life &amp;amp; death. Ray, having just blotched his first hit job, was feeling remorse on what he had done. While Ken, who had been doing that line of work for a long time is starting to feel that there is more to life than killing people. They soon found out why Harry had them hiding in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt; for 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was pretty good with a climatic ending. Clemency Poesy played Ray's girlfriend whom he met while hiding in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bruges&lt;/span&gt;. If you a big "Harry Potter" fan like I am, you will notice that 3 of the actors were in the Harry Potter movies at one point or another. This being Ralph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fiennes&lt;/span&gt; (Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Voldermort&lt;/span&gt;), Brendan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gleeson&lt;/span&gt; (Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alastor&lt;/span&gt; "Mad-Eye" Moody) and Clemency Poesy (Fleur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Delacor&lt;/span&gt;). It is a British movie with the actors talking in British accent so some of the humor might not come through for you Americans. Do watch it if you like dark comedy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJAK27nVV1I/AAAAAAAABAU/NvaXmn4LScQ/s1600-h/be+kind+rewind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228691106209027922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJAK27nVV1I/AAAAAAAABAU/NvaXmn4LScQ/s200/be+kind+rewind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also saw "Be Kind, Rewind" yesterday. Mike (Mos Def) is a clerk working in a video store owned by Elroy Fletcher (Danny Glover) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Passaic&lt;/span&gt;, New Jersey. Jerry (Jack Black) is an "eccentric" friend of Mike, who believes in government conspiracy. While Mr Fletcher was out of town (leaving Mike in charge of the video store), Jerry accidentally erased all of Mr Fletcher's video collections. So as not to arouse suspicion of Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Falewicz&lt;/span&gt; (Mia Farrow), who reports the coming and goings of the video store to Mr Fletcher every night via their nightly 8pm phone calls, Mike &amp;amp; Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;re shoot&lt;/span&gt; the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack Black &amp;amp; Mos Def were funny and it was nice to see Mia Farrow back on film but the movie got a little boring for me towards the end. If you are a big Jack Black fan, you will like this movie or otherwise you'll be hoping that your memory is erased from watching this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8809452021833342074?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8809452021833342074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8809452021833342074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8809452021833342074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8809452021833342074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-bruges-be-kind-rewind.html' title='&quot;In Bruges&quot; &amp; &quot;Be Kind, Rewind&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SJAGt7UIRhI/AAAAAAAABAM/e_zKelx9WW8/s72-c/in+bruges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2557295478495092854</id><published>2008-07-25T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:42:07.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SIpWorWyhxI/AAAAAAAABAE/ktgbQmYcJt8/s1600-h/DentiMax+and+TotalMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227085574349948690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SIpWorWyhxI/AAAAAAAABAE/ktgbQmYcJt8/s400/DentiMax+and+TotalMD.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/7478321367540360891-2557295478495092854?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2557295478495092854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2557295478495092854&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7764571682880346473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7764571682880346473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7764571682880346473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7764571682880346473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/any-time-any-place.html' title='Any Time, Any Place'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-3378104022906463530</id><published>2008-07-23T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:02:52.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Lets Wait Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvKhDiNME4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvKhDiNME4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite songs.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3378104022906463530?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3378104022906463530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3378104022906463530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3378104022906463530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3378104022906463530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-wait-awhile.html' title='Lets Wait Awhile'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-3298796359060680964</id><published>2008-07-23T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:54:57.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Rush Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GBqDN3lK6E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GBqDN3lK6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One of my favorite videos when I was in high school.  This is when I fell in love with Keanu Reeves.... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3298796359060680964?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3298796359060680964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3298796359060680964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3298796359060680964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3298796359060680964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/rush-rush.html' title='Rush Rush'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-2325591636905837693</id><published>2008-07-21T09:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:50:24.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SIS5KAXM2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zuRtNcn7eb8/s1600-h/Brokeback+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225505049203759106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SIS5KAXM2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zuRtNcn7eb8/s200/Brokeback+Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I finally saw "Brokeback Mountain" last weekend on Bravo (channel 60).  I thought that it's a good movie.  I have to admit, when it first came out in the theaters, I was a little apprehensive about watching it.  It got good reviews but I still resisted watching it.  Then finally curiousity took over and when it came on tv last weekend, I saw it.  And honestly, I don't see what the bruhaha is all about.  And what I mean here is about the homosexuality of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie did not show the guys having sex.  It's not about that at all.  It's about love and the sacrifice that they do for that love as well as to avoid the prejudice that they face.  This world could definitely do with less prejudice and bigotry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heath Ledger &amp;amp; Jake Gyllenhaal played Ennis Del Mar &amp;amp; Jack Twist.  2 men, a ranch hand and an aspiring rodeo cowboy, met in 1963 Wyoming while herding sheeps developed a life-long bond.  When the herding season ended, they parted way but soon realized their true feelings for each other.  They went thru 19 years of trials and tribulation (marriage, kids etc) when it all ended tragically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michelle Williams played Ennis Del Mar's wife, Alma and Anne Hathaway played Jack Twist's wife Lureen Newsome.  All 4 actors were great in this movie.  Watch it if you can.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other recommendations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Boys Don't Cry" - Hillary Swank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2325591636905837693?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2325591636905837693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2325591636905837693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2325591636905837693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2325591636905837693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SIS5KAXM2AI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zuRtNcn7eb8/s72-c/Brokeback+Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2950092330800621615</id><published>2008-07-16T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:34:53.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Match...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH7Z1U029YI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xli4w-Se5VI/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223852127943062914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH7Z1U029YI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xli4w-Se5VI/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH7Z1yI2liI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uWIrIf7C4Cg/s1600-h/0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223852135811552802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH7Z1yI2liI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uWIrIf7C4Cg/s320/0002.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/7478321367540360891-2950092330800621615?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2950092330800621615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2950092330800621615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2950092330800621615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2950092330800621615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/boxing-match.html' title='Boxing Match...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH7Z1U029YI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Xli4w-Se5VI/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8235715859328444993</id><published>2008-07-15T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:45:57.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Star 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH1DkdE8aAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IsucLrAUU5w/s1600-h/all+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223405436379359234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH1DkdE8aAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IsucLrAUU5w/s400/all+star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH1DkiG6n4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/0D74ipUHJTE/s1600-h/all+star+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223405437729808258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH1DkiG6n4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/0D74ipUHJTE/s400/all+star+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The baseball All Star Game is on right now at Yankee Stadium in New York and I am proud to say my the Chicago Cubs have 8 players and their manager in the All Star team.  I am so proud of them.  Here are the Cubs players &amp;amp; manager who made it to the All Star Team:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lou Piniella - Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan Dempster - Pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Marmol - Pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kerry Wood - Pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Zambrano - Pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geovany Soto - Catcher (starting in the All Star Game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kosuke Fukudome - Outfielder (starting in the All Star Game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alfonso Soriano - Outfielder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aramis Ramirez - Third Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8235715859328444993?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8235715859328444993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8235715859328444993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8235715859328444993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8235715859328444993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-star-2008.html' title='All Star 2008'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SH1DkdE8aAI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IsucLrAUU5w/s72-c/all+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1586733991508251639</id><published>2008-07-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:35:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHy1qbW0KgI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UrfrcG6QNk8/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249408345516546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHy1qbW0KgI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UrfrcG6QNk8/s400/30.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/7478321367540360891-1586733991508251639?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1586733991508251639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1586733991508251639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1586733991508251639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1586733991508251639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHy1qbW0KgI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UrfrcG6QNk8/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4562089090786913006</id><published>2008-07-14T18:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:13:30.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHv399OfxyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jELpDkti3U4/s1600-h/0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040836645668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHv399OfxyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jELpDkti3U4/s400/0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I left work at about 6:40pm last Thursday evening after being at work since 7:30am.  As I was walking to my car, I came across a family of quails on the pavement, most likely looking for dinner.  There were the papa &amp;amp; mama quail as well as about a dozen of their baby quails.  They were so cute!!!  I tried to be as quiet as I can but as soon as they saw me, they ran into the bush by the pavement except for one baby quail.  It was concentrating so much on getting his/her food that it didn't notice me standing there.  It finally looked up and noticed me watching and it turned around looking for its family.  It was kinda comical to see it kept turning its head in a panic, trying to find his family.  When it finally spotted them under the bush and it ran for it... I managed to take this pic of them with my cellphone before they went into hiding.... Sorry, the picture is not very good/clear, it was after all taken from a cellphone and it was starting to get dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4562089090786913006?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4562089090786913006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4562089090786913006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4562089090786913006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4562089090786913006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/quails.html' title='Quails'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHv399OfxyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jELpDkti3U4/s72-c/0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2652406430175894168</id><published>2008-07-13T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:44:26.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHow1sZZ68I/AAAAAAAAA-k/_2O6KaKgHPA/s1600-h/0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540416898427842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHow1sZZ68I/AAAAAAAAA-k/_2O6KaKgHPA/s400/0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to my mother-in-law, Joanne Pergo, who celebrated her 62nd on July 6th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2652406430175894168?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2652406430175894168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2652406430175894168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2652406430175894168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2652406430175894168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHow1sZZ68I/AAAAAAAAA-k/_2O6KaKgHPA/s72-c/0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3960001469300750350</id><published>2008-07-13T09:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:42:14.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHowUiy0xMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UDCWxsGtAv4/s1600-h/0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222539847385007298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHowUiy0xMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UDCWxsGtAv4/s400/0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my friend, Melissa (right in picture) who is celebrating her 33rd today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3960001469300750350?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3960001469300750350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3960001469300750350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3960001469300750350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3960001469300750350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-melissa.html' title='Happy Birthday Melissa'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHowUiy0xMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/UDCWxsGtAv4/s72-c/0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3561237140724430558</id><published>2008-07-12T16:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:19:06.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wan Chik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHk712f4VRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PrsJN1trXCk/s1600-h/0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222271039261136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHk712f4VRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PrsJN1trXCk/s400/0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my aunt, Wan Chik (Raja Nor Izaliah) who is celebrating her 47th today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3561237140724430558?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3561237140724430558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3561237140724430558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3561237140724430558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3561237140724430558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-wan-chik.html' title='Happy Birthday Wan Chik'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHk712f4VRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/PrsJN1trXCk/s72-c/0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-7186790197065992241</id><published>2008-07-08T10:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:29:57.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To D.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHOi9sp-qLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3rPf7zpklKI/s1600-h/love+note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220695573895489714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHOi9sp-qLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3rPf7zpklKI/s200/love+note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;* A "love note" from Dr. K to Dr. G....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;As he sat on the seat in his favorite room, Dr. G emitted an odifourous gloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;To turn on the fan would have been wise as he sat there, the stench began to sting in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;He went in the room to read some x-rays but the stench and the gloom affected his gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;He said,"I came in this room to read and to think but I can't concentrate because of the stink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;As he sat in the silence and hush, he realized the solution was only to flush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Down went the lever and the bowl began to drain along with the poo and half of his brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7186790197065992241?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7186790197065992241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7186790197065992241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7186790197065992241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7186790197065992241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-db.html' title='To D.B'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SHOi9sp-qLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3rPf7zpklKI/s72-c/love+note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1929159634141909069</id><published>2008-07-04T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:26:06.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SG73tkgKJdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Fg_BKZ62cjo/s1600-h/0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219381380433716690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SG73tkgKJdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Fg_BKZ62cjo/s400/0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;HAVE A HAPPY &amp;amp; SAFE 4TH OF JULY EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1929159634141909069?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1929159634141909069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1929159634141909069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1929159634141909069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1929159634141909069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SGF1kcBN_hI/AAAAAAAAA98/udjqQjB2E6M/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy birthday to my sister-in-law, Syarah (Tengku Aisyarah), who is celebrating her 35th birthday today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5842194695837865449?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5842194695837865449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5842194695837865449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8022823579556604291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8022823579556604291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8022823579556604291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8022823579556604291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-100-years-its-time.html' title='After 100 Years, it&apos;s Time....'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-7842264502320141573</id><published>2008-06-23T14:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:34:55.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubs swept series against Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aka3gzfLbg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aka3gzfLbg4&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My FAVORITE team, the Chicago Cubs swept the series against the Chicago White Sox this weekend, 3-0. They won 4-3 (Friday), 11-7 (Saturday) and 7-1 (Sunday). This makes their home win 32-8. Above is the song we sing every time they win...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;GO CUBS GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7842264502320141573?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7842264502320141573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7842264502320141573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7842264502320141573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7842264502320141573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/cubs-swept-series-against-sox.html' title='Cubs swept series against Sox'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-7843347659841096581</id><published>2008-06-21T13:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:42:00.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in my home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A friend forwarded me this YouTube video and I thought I'd post it here for everyone to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-7843347659841096581?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/7843347659841096581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=7843347659841096581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7843347659841096581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/7843347659841096581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-in-my-home.html' title='Here in my home...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-2663853385819623580</id><published>2008-06-18T21:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:43:29.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>American Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFnf-I2ZiOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_DWiwtl1Qzg/s1600-h/american+gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213444302278592738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFnf-I2ZiOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_DWiwtl1Qzg/s200/american+gangster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We rented this DVD the other day and just started watching it. In fact Jim is still watching it. I gave up about half an hour into the movie. There are a few famous actors in it, Denzel Washington, Russell Crowe, Josh Brolin...etc but somehow I'm just not into the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is based on a true story about a detective (Russell Crowe) in the 70's who brought down the druglord (Denzel Washington) who have been importing drugs from Thailand....That's about all I saw..he he he. So, I really don't have any opinion about this movie. Maybe I'm just tired and wasn't in the mood to watch the movie at the moment...I don't know. So, there you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies I like by actors in this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Anything by Denzel Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Gladiator - Russell Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) The Insider - Russell Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) A Beautiful Mind - Russell Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) LA Confidential - Russell Crowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) No Country for Old Men - Josh Brolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) Flirting with Disaster - Josh Brolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2663853385819623580?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2663853385819623580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2663853385819623580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2663853385819623580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2663853385819623580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/american-gangster.html' title='American Gangster'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFnf-I2ZiOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_DWiwtl1Qzg/s72-c/american+gangster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-9175263236479743938</id><published>2008-06-18T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:22:35.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All stressed out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFlmSVT-qMI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ezpgRob_9QM/s1600-h/all+stressed+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213310508802681026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFlmSVT-qMI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ezpgRob_9QM/s400/all+stressed+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's all I'm gonna say about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-9175263236479743938?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/9175263236479743938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=9175263236479743938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/9175263236479743938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/9175263236479743938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-stressed-out.html' title='All stressed out...'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFlmSVT-qMI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ezpgRob_9QM/s72-c/all+stressed+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1512361482734244540</id><published>2008-06-16T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:57:23.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Gone Baby Gone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFcSdCaCS7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/2u3_Lerks9Q/s1600-h/gone+baby+gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655383776218034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFcSdCaCS7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/2u3_Lerks9Q/s200/gone+baby+gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I just finished watching this movie on DVD today.  We both liked the movie except for the ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie is about 2 Boston area private detectives, Patrick Kenzie (Casey Affleck - yes younger brother to Ben Affleck) and Angie Gennaro (Michelle Monaghan - yes younger sister to Bridgette Monaghan) who were hired by the aunt, Bea McCready, of missing 4 year old girl named Amanda McCready.  Bea hired Patrick &amp;amp; Angie against her husband and the police wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Captain Jack Doyle (Morgan Freeman) was the chief police who heads the investigation, who himself had lost his 12 year old daughter due to kidnapping.  He asked his 2 detectives in the case, Remy Bressart (Ed Harris) and Nick Pole (John Ashton) to cooperate with Patrick &amp;amp; Angie.  The more Patrick &amp;amp; Angie investiges, the deeper they go into the world of drugs and conspiracies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said earlier, we liked this movie except for how it ended.  All the actors were really good in it especially Casey Affleck.  Oh btw, Ben Affleck directed this movie.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies I like by actors in this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. "To Die For" - Casey Affleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. "Good Will Hunting" - Casey Affleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. "Ocean's Thirteen" - Casey Affleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. "Batman Begins" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. "Million Dollar Baby" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. "Bruce Almighty" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. "Amistad" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. "Se7en" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. "The Shawshank Redemption" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. "Driving Miss Daisy" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. "Nurse Betty" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. "Unforgiven" - Morgan Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. "A History of Violence" - Ed Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. "The Truman Show" - Ed Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. "Apollo 13" - Ed Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" - Michelle Monaghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. "Bourne Supremacy" - Michelle Monaghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. "Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith"- Michelle Monaghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1512361482734244540?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1512361482734244540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1512361482734244540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1512361482734244540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1512361482734244540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/gone-baby-gonepekabo.html' title='&quot;Gone Baby Gone&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFcSdCaCS7I/AAAAAAAAA9U/2u3_Lerks9Q/s72-c/gone+baby+gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8516481231779629001</id><published>2008-06-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:05:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFUTeMC22BI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jU-eccHhjwc/s1600-h/fathers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212093553101428754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFUTeMC22BI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jU-eccHhjwc/s400/fathers+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL DADS, GRANDPAS &amp;amp; UNCLE'S OUT THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8516481231779629001?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8516481231779629001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8516481231779629001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8516481231779629001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8516481231779629001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFUTeMC22BI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jU-eccHhjwc/s72-c/fathers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2108638831134140938</id><published>2008-06-13T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:06:53.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFMLYNNhGwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/aUHSV3Kk4vg/s1600-h/13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211521704288918274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFMLYNNhGwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/aUHSV3Kk4vg/s320/13th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A HAPPY &amp;amp; SAFE FRIDAY 13TH EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2108638831134140938?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2108638831134140938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2108638831134140938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2108638831134140938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2108638831134140938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday 13th'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFMLYNNhGwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/aUHSV3Kk4vg/s72-c/13th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5410458616852456613</id><published>2008-06-12T16:49:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:54:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler Alert: Giving Away the 20 Best Movie Twists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As most of you probably notice, I love watching movies especially the ones that have twisted endings. Some I watched just once and never watch again but thereare a few that I would watch over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over again. You get my point he he he. I've seen all of these movies at one point or another except for #20 on this list. I saw the article below on Yahoo &amp;amp; thought I'd share with you guys. Be warned that these are movie spoilers so if yu have not seen any of these movies, please do NOT read this blog!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG5D1RjGLI/AAAAAAAAA88/pj4h_6h3Ixc/s1600-h/sixth+sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211149719335803058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG5D1RjGLI/AAAAAAAAA88/pj4h_6h3Ixc/s200/sixth+sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Sixth Sense : Dr. Malcom Crowe is a child psychologist who tries to recover from a violent attack by treating a spooky kid who can see ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Spoiler : He's actually dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UaLeJ0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qndkuerSXVY/s1600-h/the+others.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146705585448770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UaLeJ0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qndkuerSXVY/s200/the+others.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Others : A woman who lives in a remote estate with her afflicted children starts seeing weird creepy things around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: They're actually dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UcxltlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qrFRqXCV7vQ/s1600-h/saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146706282198610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UcxltlI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qrFRqXCV7vQ/s200/saw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Saw: Two guys trapped in a warehouse bathroom with a corpse on the floor, are forced to choose between their lives or their legs by the fiendishly inventive Jigsaw Killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: The corpse is Not dead. He is the killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UlfLqXI/AAAAAAAAA60/V8aR7opY3Hg/s1600-h/citizen+kane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146708620913010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2UlfLqXI/AAAAAAAAA60/V8aR7opY3Hg/s200/citizen+kane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Citizen Kane: As famed billionair newspaperman, Charles Foster Kane lies dying in his mammoth estate, he croaks out one work: "Rosebud".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: It's his sled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gF_t5YI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ta7XG3qLxu8/s1600-h/the+empire+strikes+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146906325869954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gF_t5YI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ta7XG3qLxu8/s200/the+empire+strikes+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Empire Strikes Back: Luke Skywalker trains with Jedi Master Yodo to take on the tyrannical Darth Vader, who he's been told killed his father, Anakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: Darth Vader is his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gYltBCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PPXuSTO9j2M/s1600-h/soylent+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146911317034018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gYltBCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PPXuSTO9j2M/s200/soylent+green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Soylent Green: In response to food shortages caused by over population, the government of the future has invented a revolutionary foodstuff called Soylent Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: It's people. Soylent Green is made out of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gR6NmQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/s8dHhuNn77I/s1600-h/planet+of+the+apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146909524007170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2gR6NmQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/s8dHhuNn77I/s200/planet+of+the+apes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Planet of the Apes: Astronaut George Taylor lands on a planet full of apes who enslaves him and force him to wear a loincloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: It was Earth all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2giYakmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/398uNIIv1wM/s1600-h/basic+instinct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211146913945653858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2giYakmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/398uNIIv1wM/s200/basic+instinct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Basic Instinct: Catherine Trammell is accused of a murder that was committed in the same exact manner as one detailed in her bestselling book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: She did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2sqGcMEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/YZh03uPnLKo/s1600-h/the+crying+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147122176176194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2sqGcMEI/AAAAAAAAA7c/YZh03uPnLKo/s200/the+crying+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Crying Game: Fergus is an IRA agent who, after accidentally killing a British soldier seeks out and then falls in love with the dead guy's girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: She's a he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2s73ObhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gwB6QnS-ToM/s1600-h/fight+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147126944198162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2s73ObhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gwB6QnS-ToM/s200/fight+club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fight Club: An ordinary Joe meets Tyler Durden on a plane. Together they start a fight club that turns into a militia out to destroy all credit card companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: He has split personality. He is Tyler Durden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2sz9Ye8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/bEgZyHcPdmo/s1600-h/primal+fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147124822539202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2sz9Ye8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/bEgZyHcPdmo/s200/primal+fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Primal Fear: Aaron is an abused alter boy accused of knocking off a priest. He convinces his lawyer and the court that his dissociative alter ego Roy did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: He does not have a split personality. He's not Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2tG1IR5I/AAAAAAAAA70/ao6I-PqhFCI/s1600-h/no+way+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147129888196498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG2tG1IR5I/AAAAAAAAA70/ao6I-PqhFCI/s200/no+way+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;No Way Out: When a Washington bigshot's mistress winds up dead, his other lover, a decorated Navy officer is suspected of being a KGB agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: He is a KGB agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28a828VI/AAAAAAAAA78/BwNSjJ_T_mk/s1600-h/psycho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147392987361618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28a828VI/AAAAAAAAA78/BwNSjJ_T_mk/s200/psycho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Psycho: Janet Leigh steals a bunch of money from a rich yokel, clears out of town and gets stabbed while taking a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: The killer is Norman Bates in a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28egqirI/AAAAAAAAA8E/o4tHZDdr0qs/s1600-h/dressed+to+kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147393942850226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28egqirI/AAAAAAAAA8E/o4tHZDdr0qs/s200/dressed+to+kill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dressed to Kill: A transvetite psychopath is running around New York city murdering lonely housewives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: The killer is Michael Caine in a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28qd9JsI/AAAAAAAAA8M/z3mJ1ixlKgk/s1600-h/12+monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147397152712386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28qd9JsI/AAAAAAAAA8M/z3mJ1ixlKgk/s200/12+monkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;12 Monkeys: James Cole, a prisoner in a post-apocalyptic world goes back in time to prevent a virus from wiping out the world population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: He fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28o9PqpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/iueTyhiVvTs/s1600-h/arlington+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147396747078290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG28o9PqpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/iueTyhiVvTs/s200/arlington+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Arlington Road: History professor Michael Faraday starts to believe his new neighbors are domestic terrorists planning to drive a car bomb into FBI headquarters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: He drives the bomb in himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3IUUJBtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PXche9Lzwec/s1600-h/the+sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147597364397778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3IUUJBtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PXche9Lzwec/s200/the+sting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Sting: Two con men join up in an elaborate scam to extract some revenge from gangster Doyle Lennegan, but the FBI forces them to turn on one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: Everyone, including the FBI, is in on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3ImFKudI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jZp24_H4cMw/s1600-h/chinatown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147602133432786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3ImFKudI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jZp24_H4cMw/s200/chinatown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Chinatown: P.I. Jake Giddes gets hired to catch a married guy with a mystery blonde. When the guys is found dead, Jake tries to find out who set him up and falls for the victim's widow, Evelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: The blonde is Evelyn's daughter. She's her sister. She's her daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3Ir4aG2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5cLOGF095B4/s1600-h/the+usual+suspects.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147603690527586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3Ir4aG2I/AAAAAAAAA8s/5cLOGF095B4/s200/the+usual+suspects.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Usual Suspect: Small time criminal, Verbal Kint gets interrogated about a mysterious dockside massacre. He argues that the culprit is a shadowy figure of unspeakable evil, Keyser Soze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: Verbal is Soze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3IhnWL0I/AAAAAAAAA80/p88AQhdRFLc/s1600-h/angel+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211147600934612802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG3IhnWL0I/AAAAAAAAA80/p88AQhdRFLc/s200/angel+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Angel Heart: Detective Harry Angel is hired by creepy Louis Cyphe to find the missing Johnny Favorite. Harry goes to New Orleans, where everyone he talks to ends up dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Spoiler: Louis Cyphe is the Devil. Harry Angel killed everyone while possessed. Harry is Johnny Favorite. Johnny is going to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5410458616852456613?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5410458616852456613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5410458616852456613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5410458616852456613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5410458616852456613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/spoiler-alert-giving-away-20-best-movie.html' title='Spoiler Alert: Giving Away the 20 Best Movie Twists'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFG5D1RjGLI/AAAAAAAAA88/pj4h_6h3Ixc/s72-c/sixth+sense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6702205910224893710</id><published>2008-06-12T11:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:30:16.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFFtBy8c5jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Cg-GSX0TbEM/s1600-h/thermometer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211066121466996274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFFtBy8c5jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Cg-GSX0TbEM/s200/thermometer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer is definitely here!! Currently at about 11:38 am (Arizona time) it is 86F (30C) and the high is supposed to be about 98F (37C) today. The weatherman is predicting the high of about 108F (42C) for this weekend. I know that I will be staying put in the house this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that is one of the disadvantages of living in the desert. In the middle of summer, it can go up to about 117F (48C)! Sure that you've heard the saying, "It's so hot you can cook an egg on the pavement"? Well, you can do that here, I've done it. Couldn't believe my eyes when the egg cooked to a perfect "sunny side up" ("telur mata lembu") right on the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sure am glad that there is hardly any humidity here. There is no way I can survive the heat AND the humidity. I do have to say that my miniature cactus are striving. They are definitely in their element. My annuals all died about a month ago when the temperature started rising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I better get my car checked. Definitely do not want to break down while I'm running around doing my errands. With the high gas prices (US$4.13/gallon), I am glad I have the Yaris (Toyota). Before the Yaris, I drove a '94 Dodge Caravan with a kaput air conditioner... Can you imagine driving around in that clunker with no air, in the middle of the day in summer?? I did lose some weight from sweating.. he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, here's wishing that everyone have a nice &amp;amp; safe summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6702205910224893710?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6702205910224893710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6702205910224893710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6702205910224893710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6702205910224893710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SFFtBy8c5jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Cg-GSX0TbEM/s72-c/thermometer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5052074282590275816</id><published>2008-06-09T16:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:07:27.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Tuscan Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SE3BLRNIdPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QhLLAsc9_dU/s1600-h/under+the+tuscan+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210032743278736626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SE3BLRNIdPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QhLLAsc9_dU/s200/under+the+tuscan+sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched "Under the Tuscan Sun" on AMC (American Movie Classics -channel 43) over the weekend.  The last time I saw this movie was when it came out on DVD a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was okay but what I like the best was the Italian scenery.  It is so beautiful over there in Tuscany.  It reminds me of the time my family &amp;amp; I drove across Europe for our family vacation so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the summer of '89, and we were living in Holland then.  My dad took 2 weeks off of work and we drove all over Europe.  We went to Belgium, Germany, Liechenstein, Switzerland, Austria, Yugoslavia (this is before the civil war when there was still a Yugoslavia), Italy &amp;amp; France.  We had so much fun camping by the freeway.  At night, the girls (my mom, sister &amp;amp; myself) slept in the car while my dad &amp;amp; brother slept in the sleeping bags.  It was a luxury for us to sleep in a hotel when we get into the bigger towns.  I always look back to those memories with fondness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the countries he could visit, Jim wants to go to Italy the most.  That is because he's half Italian and still have some family members in the southern part of Italy.  He's never been there and I would like us to go there some dya.  We were supposed to go to Italy for our 10th anniversary a couple of years ago but due to some unavoidable circumstances, the trip never materialized.  Hopefully, with careful planning, we will be able to do so for our 15th anniversary... Insya allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the movie.  Rent it if you like romantic movies coupled with beautiful sceneries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Italian scenery movies I like:&lt;br /&gt;1. "The Talented Mr Ripley" - (Matt Damon, Jude Law, Gweneth Paltrow)&lt;br /&gt;2. "Only You" - Marissa Tomei, Robert Downey Jr.&lt;br /&gt;3. "Life is Beautiful" - Roberto Benigni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5052074282590275816?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5052074282590275816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5052074282590275816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5052074282590275816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5052074282590275816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-tuscan-sun.html' title='Under The Tuscan Sun'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SE3BLRNIdPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QhLLAsc9_dU/s72-c/under+the+tuscan+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-5187572259854683632</id><published>2008-06-05T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:14:30.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Lean on Me - Club Nouveau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This was (and still is) one of my favorite songs while I was in high school ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vTDjy7KLi0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vTDjy7KLi0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes in our lives we all have pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;We all have sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But if we are wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;We know that there's always tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lean on me, when you're not strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I'll be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'll help you carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;For it won't be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;'Til I'm gonna need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Somebody to lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please swallow your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;If I have things you need to borrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;For no one can fill those of your needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;That you don't let show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there us a load you have to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;That you can't carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm right up the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'll share your load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;If you just call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just call on me brother, when you need a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;We all need somebody to lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I just might have a problem that you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;We all need somebody to lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-5187572259854683632?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/5187572259854683632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=5187572259854683632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5187572259854683632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/5187572259854683632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/lean-on-me-club-nouveau.html' title='Lean on Me - Club Nouveau'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-6840986262125430761</id><published>2008-06-05T17:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:41:00.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>How dorky am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEiDQL1tKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/spBAycNx50Q/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208557283133172290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEiDQL1tKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/spBAycNx50Q/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click on picture to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you spot me in this picture? This was the Upper Six class of 1990 at The British School in The Netherlands taken just before we did our A-Levels examinations. Hemm, my secret crush is also in this picture... he he he. Never told him that I had a crush on him, so he never knew about it. Which one do you think he is? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S Thanks Dominic, for forwarding me this picture, I lost my copy amidst my moving around all these years. By the way, Dominic wasn't my secret crush though he is a very good friend.&lt;/span&gt; ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6840986262125430761?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6840986262125430761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6840986262125430761&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6840986262125430761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6840986262125430761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-dorky-am-i.html' title='How dorky am I?'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEiDQL1tKkI/AAAAAAAAA58/spBAycNx50Q/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-4494920360157687870</id><published>2008-06-02T08:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:15:52.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seronok ke tinggal kat US?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEQZx71tKjI/AAAAAAAAA50/mReDhytGHQ8/s1600-h/0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207315414814370354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEQZx71tKjI/AAAAAAAAA50/mReDhytGHQ8/s200/0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Seronok ke tinggal kat US?" ("It is nice living in the US?"). That is one of the questions people (mostly Malaysians) would ask me when they find out that I live in America. I had this question asked by 3 different people over the weekend. And, my answer is always, "Yes and No". "Why?" you might ask... Well, here are my reasonings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. My hubby is American. When I took my marriage vows, I vowed to be with him (&amp;amp; he me) for better or worse, sickness or health, till death do us part. So, wherever my love is, there I will be. Another question people ask me is, "How does it feel to be married to a "Mat Salleh'?" Like any marriage, there are ups and downs. You take the good and the bad coz nobody is perfect. Gosh I know I have many faults of my own!!! Being married to Mat Salleh is no different than marrying any other races, may it be Melayu, Cina, India or whatever it is. You have to work at your marriage, there has to be give and take. Yes, I do admit that it might be a little difficult coz of the cultural differences but as long as you have the same values, cultural differences doesn't mean much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I feel less awkward here. Because of my height (I'm 6 feet tall), I feel that I blend in better here. Here, I can find clothes and shoes that fit me. I don't have to go to the shoe cobbler or the tailor to have my shoes and clothes especially made for me like I do in Malaysia. I can walk tall and not have people stare at me or say something mean behind my back (oh you know who you are). Oh don't get me wrong, there are mean people here too but I get to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Freedom... speech, religion, etc. I am free to think whatever I want and say it if I want to. I am me when I am here. I don't have to act or talk a certain way, the "accepted" way like I do in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I've become accustomed to things here. Having been in the US for 15 years now, I've become accustomed to how things are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I miss my family back in Malaysia. I wish that we live nearer (but not too close).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I miss Malaysian food. Yes I can get some of them here but there is nothing like eating my mom's cooking or the smell of satay being grilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. During Ramadan and Aidil Fitri, there is nothing like the atmosphere you get in Malaysia. Here you wouldn't even know that it's Ramadan or Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there you go, the reasons for my saying, "Yes &amp;amp; No" when someone ask me, "Seronok ke tinggal kat US tu?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-4494920360157687870?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/4494920360157687870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=4494920360157687870&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4494920360157687870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/4494920360157687870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/06/seronok-ke-tinggal-kat-us.html' title='&quot;Seronok ke tinggal kat US?&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEQZx71tKjI/AAAAAAAAA50/mReDhytGHQ8/s72-c/0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8176236123807739713</id><published>2008-05-30T12:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:11:06.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Rose Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEBWgu1WRdI/AAAAAAAAA5k/GmJRgzEcfeY/s1600-h/red+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206256289567884754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEBWgu1WRdI/AAAAAAAAA5k/GmJRgzEcfeY/s200/red+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I watched the movie "Rose Red" on the Sci Fi channel (channel 50) last night. It was written by Stephen King and made into a tv movie. When it was first aired (I believe back in 2002), it was showed in 2 hours segments over 3 days (6 hours total). Last night they aired it back to back starting at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie is about a group of psychics who spent 3 nights, over Memorial Weekend, to investigate a mansion called "Rose Red" that is believed to be inhibited by ghosts/spirits that feeds on psychic powers. The house had been laid dormant for the past 30 years but as the psychics entered the house, it started to "awake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie was pretty good (most of Stephen King's movies are in my opinion). The first 4 hours of it was very interesting. However, the way the movie ended was a little disappointing for me. I still did enjoy it. Stephen King, as in most of his movies, made an appearance as a pizza delivery boy in this movie. I am not sure if this movie is out on DVD or not, but if you are able to find it, watch it, especially if you are a Stephen King fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: For other Stephen King movie recommendations, please refer to the blog titled "The Mist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8176236123807739713?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8176236123807739713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8176236123807739713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8176236123807739713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8176236123807739713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/rose-red.html' title='Rose Red'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SEBWgu1WRdI/AAAAAAAAA5k/GmJRgzEcfeY/s72-c/red+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3839410246110323813</id><published>2008-05-28T16:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:44:41.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Atonement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SD3tb-1WRcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/AN85Zxh1Epw/s1600-h/atonement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205577809289168322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SD3tb-1WRcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/AN85Zxh1Epw/s200/atonement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We finally saw "Atonement" last night and I thought it was pretty good. Sad but good. It was set in England during WWII about a girl, Briony, who lives in the country with her mother and sister Cecilia (Kiera Knightley).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cecilia was home for the summer from Cambridge where she is studying along with the housekeeper's son, Robbie. They had an attraction to each other but were unwilling to act on it. One day, Briony witness from her bedroom window an arguement between Cecilia &amp;amp; Robbie... Several other things and Briony accused Robbie of raping her cousin, Lola. Tried and convicted, Robbie was sent to jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, much much more things happened, I don't want to spoil the movie for you if you decide to watch it. Anyways, go watch it... I absolutely recommend watching this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies by the actors/actresses of "Atonement" that I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The Last King of Scotland (James McAvoy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Pirates of the Caribbean (Kiera Knightley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Bend It Like Beckham (Kiera Knightley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. The Pledge (Vanessa Redgrave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Girl, Interrupted (Vanessa Redgrave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Mission Impossible (Vanessa Redgrave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Murder on the Orient Express (Vanessa Redgrave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3839410246110323813?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3839410246110323813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3839410246110323813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3839410246110323813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3839410246110323813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/atonement.html' title='Atonement'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SD3tb-1WRcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/AN85Zxh1Epw/s72-c/atonement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8601803402228644042</id><published>2008-05-27T15:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:07:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-58.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188084631128&amp;amp;site=widget-58.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=144115188084631128&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-58.slide.com/p1/144115188084631128/un_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=144115188084631128&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-58.slide.com/p2/144115188084631128/un_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to my nephew, Aman (Raja Irfan) who celebrated his 8th birthday on May 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8601803402228644042?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8601803402228644042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8601803402228644042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8601803402228644042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8601803402228644042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-aman.html' title='Happy Birthday Aman'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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-7478321367540360891.post-6590087672692940224</id><published>2008-05-27T13:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:37:19.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Dan in Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxsFO1WRbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zQnsS2SWa1I/s1600-h/dan+in+real+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205154106470450610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxsFO1WRbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zQnsS2SWa1I/s200/dan+in+real+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way home from work on Friday I stopped at Blockbuster and rented a couple of movies, "Dan in Real Life" &amp;amp; "Atonement".  We had planned on watching both DVDs over the weekend but if you read my previous blog, you would know that we didn't have a chance to coz of the toilet fiasco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I got the toilet fixed on Sunday, we decided to watch "Dan in Real Life".  I thought it was a cute movie.  Steve Carell played Dan, a widowed advise columnist who is good when dealing with other people's relationships but is a little clueless when it comes to his own relationship with his 3 daugthers.  While on a family vacation at his parents's house (his siblings with their spouses &amp;amp; kids were there too), he met a woman at a book store.  They spent some time talking and he was really attracted to her and she seems like she's interested in him too though she did tell him that she's involve with someone.  When he went back to his parents', he told his siblings that he met a girl...His brothers and sister were teasing him when one of his brothers, Mitch (played by Dan Cook) introduced his new girlfriend, Marie (Juliette Binoche) who had come spend her vacation with the family.  Mitch's girlfriend turned out to be the girl Dan had met at the book store that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I liked the movie and thought it was cute.  Dianne Wiest &amp;amp; John Mahoney played Dan's parents and they were funny.  There were funny parts in there and I really like Steve Carell...So, rent the movie if you feel like having a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other movies I like by actors/actresses from this movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.  40 Year Old Virgin (Steve Carell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Bruce Almighty (Steve Carell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The Lost Boys (Dianne Wiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Birdcage (Dianne Wiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Bullets Over Broadway (Dianne Wiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Hannah &amp;amp; Her Sisters (Dianne Wiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Chocolat (Juliet Binoche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. The English Patient (Juliet Binoche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6590087672692940224?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6590087672692940224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6590087672692940224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6590087672692940224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6590087672692940224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/dan-in-real-life.html' title='Dan in Real Life'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxsFO1WRbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/zQnsS2SWa1I/s72-c/dan+in+real+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-1725612654788699363</id><published>2008-05-27T08:18:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:06:06.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day...'/><title type='text'>Two Girls &amp; a Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDwmX-1WRWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/dw9ARLL9jOc/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077462779053410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDwmX-1WRWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/dw9ARLL9jOc/s200/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what a weekend I had!!! And it wasn't the good kind. It all started innocently enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Late Saturday afternoon Jim told me that the toilet in our guest bathroom upstairs is leaking water from the tank into the toilet. So as not to waste water and being the "fix-it" gal that I am, I lifted the lid to the tank to see if the flapper valve (the rubber thingy that lifts up and down to allow water to run thru when you flush) is tightly shut...and it was. Since that is ok, the other thing that might be the culprit is the float arm (the ball with the metal lever). I was adjusting the lever when "CRACK!"... The whole lever with the ball broke!! Now, water was rushing into the tank and I couldn't stop it!!! I quickly turned off the water switch that connects to the tank. It did slowed the water but there was still a trickle of water still coming in so I when outside our house to look for the main water shutoff... Boy was I freaking out coz we've lived in this house for almost 5 years now and never once I thought about locating the main water shut off... I frantically called my friend Melissa (an accomplished fix-it gal, I might add) to see if she could point me to the shut off. Off course, being the pro that she is, she did...he he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDwtDe1WRXI/AAAAAAAAA40/oSOL96nC6W8/s1600-h/toilet+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205084807173129586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDwtDe1WRXI/AAAAAAAAA40/oSOL96nC6W8/s200/toilet+tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after turning off the main water shutoff as well as the hot water heater, I went back upstairs to survey the damage. I know that I will need to get the whole "water refiller" (don't know what it's called) where the ball &amp;amp; lever was attached to replaced. It looked simple enough to do so I went to the Home Depot down the street to get the replacement. After talking with the guy in the plumbing aisle, he told me that it's better if I replace the whole mechanism in the tank so as it is all new. So, after paying the cashier US$43.93, I went home with the complete repair kit in my possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got back home I found the bathroom floor flooded with water! Dammit!!! Water was still trickling into the tank even after I've shut off the main water supply...What the hell is going on? After checking that the water supply to the tank is completely turnoff (water still coming in tho), I went back outside to make sure the main shutoff is completely off. With all the strenght that I have, I turned that knob until I couldn't turn it anymore. I went back upstairs to mop up the water from the floor and lay down some towels to help dry up the floor faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do have to tell you that my 2 boys were so curious with what I was doing that they kept getting in the way, a couple of times almost tripping me while I was running up and down the stairs. Jim in the meantime (being the non fix-it guy he is) tried to keep the boys out of my way, unsuccessfully of course, coz they are more curious with what I was doing to even eat their treats....he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok back to the toilet...  After reading the instructions, I started to disassemble the mechanisms. I was able to unscrew the refiller on the inside but I have a hard time unscrewing the attachment from under the tank to the water supply. No matter what I do, the nut would not budge even after I screamed, yelled and cursed at it, it still would not budge. To make matter worse, I jabbed my middle finger as I was trying to unscrew that stupid thing while water dripped from the tank onto my face (I had to lay on the floor to get to that nut).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDw5f-1WRYI/AAAAAAAAA48/XPNzZxLmlG0/s1600-h/wrench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205098490938934658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDw5f-1WRYI/AAAAAAAAA48/XPNzZxLmlG0/s200/wrench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time, it was already 8pm and I don't feel like going back to Home Depot to buy a fitted wrench that might work to unscrew that nut. So, I had Jim called his parents to see if they have one which they did. Since I was already too tired to do anything else, I told them that I will come by in the morning to pick up the wrench... I went to bed exhausted that night. Of course first making sure that I put a bucket under that tank so that it doesn't flood the floor again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning (Sunday) I drove over to my in laws to get the wrenches and found out that what they have is too small for what I needed. So, I stopped at Lowe's by their house and bought a fitted wrench set for US$21.67. So, back to our house to tackle that toilet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After changing back into my dirty work clothes, I laid back onto the floor...and guess what? None, of the wrenches fit that nut!!! Aarghhhhhh...  Frustrated, I started cursing at it again which scared the boys so much that they hid under the futon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxM0u1WRaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/7QoqqMHXEIc/s1600-h/fixing+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205119738142148002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxM0u1WRaI/AAAAAAAAA5M/7QoqqMHXEIc/s200/fixing+toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frustrated with the whole thing and not wanting to call the plumber (they cost an arm &amp;amp; a leg), I decided to call Melissa... As soon as she answered her phone, I burst out crying and told her what happened. Being a good friend that she is, she came right over to help me... Phew!! Help is on the way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once Melissa got to the house, I showed her what I was trying to do... she took one look at the old and new refiller and said, "The new one has a bigger tube than the old one"...Opps! so off we went to Home Depot again to see if they have the small tube...Got to Home Depot and after showing the old refiller to the guy in the plumbing department, he said, "You have a very old toilet, they don't make it that small anymore". So, after asking the guy if there is any way to unscrew that nut without actually breaking the tank itself, he told us that we could try to undo the whole tank and turn it over so that we have a better angle. He also suggested that we can try to saw it off since it's plastic...So, back to the house we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After unhooking the tank from the toilet and many, many grunts and curses, we finally were able to unscrew that blasted nut. After that, everything was easy....We replaced the refiller, put in the new overflow tube, replace the valve system and reattached the tank back to the toilet...yeah!!!! Told Melissa that we should open a business and call it "Two Girls &amp;amp; a Toilet"...he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxABe1WRZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/nGvHR1kBn-U/s1600-h/water+shut+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205105663534318994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDxABe1WRZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/nGvHR1kBn-U/s200/water+shut+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned the water to the tank and went outside to turn on the main water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After turning the main water and the hot water heater back on, I went into the kitchen to make sure that water is flowing... Turned on the tap and nothing happened. What the hell??? So, I went back out side and turned the main water knob somemore....I kept turning, and turning and turning and turning...nothing happened. Still no water.... I realized that I might have broke the valve in the main water line when I shut it off the day before. Shit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to call the HOA (Home Owner's Association) to see if the repair for the main valve would be covered by our homeowner's insurance but since it was Sunday, the office was closed. To make matter worse, Monday was Memorial Day which is a federal holiday so we won't be able to contact them until Tuesday morning. So here we are, toilet is fixed but no water except for a tiny little trickle but there is nothing that we could do except to wait till Tuesday. Plumbers cost double on the weekends and holidays and they are expansive to begin with...what to do what to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went over to my in-laws to take our showers and spent Monday at my sister-in-law's house for Memorial Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it is now Tuesday morning... Jim just called me and said that the HOA doesn't cover to fix that valve. I am trying to see if one of our patients at the dentist office I work at, could help since he owns a plumbing company. Hopefully, he will give us a break and not charge too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will keep you guys posted as to whether I still have an arm and a leg later on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** Update (1:32pm, May 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the patient at my office had one of his employees go over to our house to check the valve. Jim just called me that we now have water. YEAH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's the awesome part....I still have my limbs... They didn't charge us anything for coming over and fixing the valve!!! Bless you, Randy/Danny and of course, Melissa...you guys are just AWESOME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-1725612654788699363?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/1725612654788699363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=1725612654788699363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1725612654788699363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/1725612654788699363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-girls-toilet.html' title='Two Girls &amp; a Toilet'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDwmX-1WRWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/dw9ARLL9jOc/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3807800385116076716</id><published>2008-05-22T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:04:11.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDWSP-1WRVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2uv50-Luii4/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203225747758925138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDWSP-1WRVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2uv50-Luii4/s200/exhausted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I am exhausted!!! If you notice from my blogs lately, I haven't spend a lot of time on it.  I used to write longer blogs but the last few months it has been shorter and this is the reason why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I simply have too much to do and not enough time to do everything in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 2 jobs are demanding...Well, the work itself is not that hard but dealing with the things that come with that job is hard.  I start at 7am and usually don't finish till about 5:30pm and all day long I stare at the computer crunching numbers and doing data entries.  And in between those, I have supply runs to do as well as dealing with human emotions of my bosses (yes, I have 4 bosses) and fellow colleages.  You see, besides than being a financial controller, I am also human resources, counselor, supplier and all around "fix-it" gal.  I am kinda the peace keeper of the office.  Every little friction, I have to deal with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, by the end of the day I am usually exhausted, physically and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I usually get home at about 6pm.  And once I get home, there are housework to do...dishes to wash, dinner to cook, cats to feed.  I used to be able to stay awake long enough to watch "Late Show with David Letterman" (10:35pm on CBS), "The Daily Show with Jon Stewart" &amp;amp; "The Colbert Report" (12:00am &amp;amp; 12:30am on Comedy Central) every night which means that I would fall asleep at about 1:00am.  Nowadays, I am out cold by 9:00pm.  I even have to make sure that I set my VCR to tape "Grey's Anatomy" and "Lost" on Thursday nights since they come on at 8pm &amp;amp; 9pm respectively.  Which reminds me, I need to make sure that I tape "Grey's Anatomy" for the season finale tonight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What to do...what to do...I am hoping that my work load will lessen soon.  If everything goes the way I plan (or hope/wish), I will be down to just 1 job soon.  And hopefully, Jim will be better soon that he is able to get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's to less work and more me time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3807800385116076716?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3807800385116076716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3807800385116076716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3807800385116076716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3807800385116076716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDWSP-1WRVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2uv50-Luii4/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6729537675358071917</id><published>2008-05-21T11:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:30:39.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRpYvuAJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/E3Y5g9Fmzgo/s1600-h/dancing+with+the+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202899343366956898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRpYvuAJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/E3Y5g9Fmzgo/s200/dancing+with+the+stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The finals for "Dancing with the Stars" aired last night and I am glad that Kristi Yamaguchi won the Mirror Ball trophy. She truly deserve to win coz she was good since the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim &amp;amp; I watched this show from when it first started about 10 weeks ago. I am actually surprised that Jim want to watch it coz he usually doesn't like this kind of stuff. I guess having 2 of his childhood crushes on the show (Kristi Yamaguchi &amp;amp; Monica Seles) made him want to watch it. Sadly, Monica Seles was eliminated in the earlier round.  Hopefully season 7 will be as interesting as season 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to Kristi Yamaguchi &amp;amp; Mark Ballas for winning the Dancing with the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6729537675358071917?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6729537675358071917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6729537675358071917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6729537675358071917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6729537675358071917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing with the Stars'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRpYvuAJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/E3Y5g9Fmzgo/s72-c/dancing+with+the+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-3931331106753390888</id><published>2008-05-21T11:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:06:20.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Before the Devil Knows You're Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRjSPuAJ1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/A0R2U9HbaEE/s1600-h/before+the+devil+knows+youare+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202892634628040530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRjSPuAJ1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/A0R2U9HbaEE/s200/before+the+devil+knows+youare+dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw this movie on Sunday and we both really like it.  It was really well acted and full of suspense.  It was about 2 brothers, Andy (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) &amp;amp; Hank (Ethan Hawke) whose lives were in downward spirals.  They were both in need of money so in desperation, they decided to rob their parents' (Albert Finney &amp;amp; Rosemary Harris) jewelry store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The robbery went badly and everything after that went from bad to worse.  All the actors were really good and the storyline was awesome.  I absolutely recommend you watch this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-3931331106753390888?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/3931331106753390888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=3931331106753390888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3931331106753390888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/3931331106753390888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-devil-knows-youre-dead.html' title='Before the Devil Knows You&apos;re Dead'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SDRjSPuAJ1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/A0R2U9HbaEE/s72-c/before+the+devil+knows+youare+dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2309217967530181751</id><published>2008-05-17T08:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:07:43.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC73OPuAJzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/C_rGDkHcsfI/s1600-h/The+Mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201366443769210674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC73OPuAJzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/C_rGDkHcsfI/s200/The+Mist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We watched the movie, "The Mist" yesterday and I really like it. It was based on a Stephen King's novel of the same name. As almost all of Stephen King's novel, this is a "scary" movie. It is about the people in a small town in Maine who were trapped in the "mist" and this is no ordinary mist. Frightening and scary stuff are in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a very big fan of scary movies with the exception of Stephen King. I really like this one except for one part where one of the characters became a little too preachy for me. As with almost all of Stephen King's novel that was made into movies, he usually have a tiny part in it so I was a little disappointed that he wasn't in this one since I kept expecting to see him pop up somewhere in the movie . The explanation of why he wasn't in it was revealed in the "Special Feature" section of the DVD. If you like scare movies or Stephen King..rent this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other Stephen King's "movies" that I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The Shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Stand by Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Sleepwalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. The Green Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. The Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2309217967530181751?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2309217967530181751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2309217967530181751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2309217967530181751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2309217967530181751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/mist.html' title='The Mist'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC73OPuAJzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/C_rGDkHcsfI/s72-c/The+Mist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-2150535302875289244</id><published>2008-05-16T07:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:08:11.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC2VMfuAJyI/AAAAAAAAA38/534vO8oM8Dk/s1600-h/0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200977186588206882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC2VMfuAJyI/AAAAAAAAA38/534vO8oM8Dk/s400/0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somewhere out there, a village is missing its IDIOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-2150535302875289244?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/2150535302875289244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=2150535302875289244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2150535302875289244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/2150535302875289244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SC2VMfuAJyI/AAAAAAAAA38/534vO8oM8Dk/s72-c/0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8128203943241135264</id><published>2008-05-11T07:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:31:04.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SCcC0PuAJuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Sc_GvOfUl08/s1600-h/0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199127391418459874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SCcC0PuAJuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Sc_GvOfUl08/s400/0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOMS OUT THERE.  WHAT YOU DO FOR YOUR CHILDREN CAN NEVER BE REPAID!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8128203943241135264?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8128203943241135264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8128203943241135264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8128203943241135264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8128203943241135264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp1.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SCcC0PuAJuI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Sc_GvOfUl08/s72-c/0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-8179331710488713007</id><published>2008-05-04T14:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:58:34.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"The Savages"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB4wn8VR-FI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8EPSH4oFalg/s1600-h/0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196644482800547922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB4wn8VR-FI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8EPSH4oFalg/s200/0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We just finished watching the movie "The Savages" on DVD.  It was really good.  Though the movie was categorized as a comedy, it was more serious and sad than it is a comedy.  It is a story about 2 siblings, John (Phillip Seymour Hoffman) and Wendy (Laura Linney), who had to take care of their ailing dad (Phillip Bosco).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie shows the relationship between the siblings and their father and how they deal with death.  It was a very good movie, so watch it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-8179331710488713007?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/8179331710488713007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=8179331710488713007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8179331710488713007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/8179331710488713007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/savages.html' title='&quot;The Savages&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB4wn8VR-FI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8EPSH4oFalg/s72-c/0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478321367540360891.post-6940115517410439323</id><published>2008-05-03T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:01:56.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"No Country for Old Men"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB0KZ8VR-CI/AAAAAAAAA28/hLj3AWBw31A/s1600-h/0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196320985863813154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB0KZ8VR-CI/AAAAAAAAA28/hLj3AWBw31A/s200/0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We saw this movie, "Old Country for Old Men" on DVD earlier today and I have to say that it is pretty good.  Javier Bardem was really good in it and it is no wonder that he won the Oscar last year.  Josh Brolin &amp;amp; Tommy Lee Jones was in it too and they were equally good.  Watch it if you can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478321367540360891-6940115517410439323?l=norshirin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/feeds/6940115517410439323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478321367540360891&amp;postID=6940115517410439323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6940115517410439323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478321367540360891/posts/default/6940115517410439323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshirin.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='&quot;No Country for Old Men&quot;'/><author><name>Shirin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07322670110735057361</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://bp3.blogger.com/_0weg2P3rU-A/SB0KZ8VR-CI/AAAAAAAAA28/hLj3AWBw31A/s72-c/0132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
