<?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-562188774391191958</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:45:04.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash/Treasure.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-4015894122059466918</id><published>2009-09-05T21:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:42:57.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are so many clubs at uni&lt;div&gt;leftists,rightists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt there a place to just go and make friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i care about what happens in afghanistan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want the indigenous fucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have my own problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-4015894122059466918?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4015894122059466918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=4015894122059466918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/4015894122059466918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/4015894122059466918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-are-so-many-clubs-at-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-5368923190337597380</id><published>2009-08-18T19:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:46:09.549+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>learn from yesterday&lt;div&gt;live for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope for tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-5368923190337597380?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-790789646827859993</id><published>2009-08-17T18:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:03:43.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thing about the sun is that it goes away.&lt;div&gt;then, everything reverts to gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but where there falls no shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their shines no sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-790789646827859993?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/790789646827859993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-7783324535277436280</id><published>2009-08-17T11:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:04:39.417+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when moments like this comes&lt;div&gt;the sun shines down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i Am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not going home alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i dont do to well on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-7783324535277436280?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-8979844117798021027</id><published>2009-08-16T16:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:12:08.359+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>writing my my way outta this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-8979844117798021027?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8979844117798021027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=8979844117798021027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8979844117798021027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8979844117798021027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/writing-my-my-way-outta-this.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-7910172726773110198</id><published>2009-08-16T16:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:11:46.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waking up from a nightmare&lt;div&gt;into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-8752518312810225326</id><published>2009-08-16T14:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:50:47.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>live in the moment&lt;div&gt;dont zone out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         zone in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-8752518312810225326?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8752518312810225326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-5503038980540441614</id><published>2009-08-14T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:58:13.517+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im an emotional junkie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some folks live for adrenaline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;others for fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess the present presence/ absence of nothing/anything real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me desperate to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the parts of life where we truly feel alive are during the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ups/downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i cant feel joy i would rather feel grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im dying to feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lay sobbing for hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after reading about shellay ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never slept more soundly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masochist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrist slitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well u learn new things about yourself everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move to trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-5503038980540441614?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5503038980540441614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=5503038980540441614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/5503038980540441614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/5503038980540441614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-emotional-junkie.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-5219990423892875164</id><published>2009-08-14T22:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:59:16.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not naturally &lt;div&gt;a pessimist.&lt;div&gt;a downer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ws tagged as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the happy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in that facebook photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it must be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&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/562188774391191958-5219990423892875164?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5219990423892875164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=5219990423892875164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/5219990423892875164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/5219990423892875164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-naturally-pessimist.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-8081069408444878717</id><published>2009-08-14T22:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:05:48.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when they come for me will i be ready?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is caring enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is trying the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are we masters of our fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just reading out parts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im the supporting actor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there such a thing as dumb questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-8081069408444878717?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8081069408444878717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=8081069408444878717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8081069408444878717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8081069408444878717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-they-come-for-me-will-i-be-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-8943749328949223623</id><published>2009-08-14T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:06:42.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you and i we're not that differnt.&lt;div&gt;are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-8943749328949223623?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8943749328949223623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562188774391191958.post-7706624383035438367</id><published>2009-08-13T22:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:43:19.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love moments where ur listening to a song or story&lt;div&gt;for the thousandth time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wen u suddenly get what it means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a phrase blooms into a message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;resonating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;resounding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;within u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todays phrase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boxed blondes hve less fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-7706624383035438367?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7706624383035438367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=7706624383035438367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/7706624383035438367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/7706624383035438367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-moments-where-ur-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-8912932893593564609</id><published>2009-08-12T15:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:18:02.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;Man's Rules  .  .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Man's rules &lt;br /&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note ... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! &lt;p&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us b###hing about you leaving it down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Crying is blackmail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! &lt;br /&gt;Just say it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Most guys own three pairs of shoes -- tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Yes, and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. &lt;br /&gt;That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. A headache that last for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Check your oil! Please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. &lt;br /&gt;Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. &lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. &lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You have enough clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You have too many shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what the hell they're saying anyway.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together. &lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't matter which quiz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don't mind that, it's like camping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really needed tht laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-8912932893593564609?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8912932893593564609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=8912932893593564609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8912932893593564609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/8912932893593564609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/mans-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</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-562188774391191958.post-3918620395495940014</id><published>2009-08-12T14:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:38:33.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ennui</title><content type='html'>the brown man approached me out of the throng of people milling around the stop.&lt;div&gt;encouraged by the skin tone . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheres bourke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;newbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to tell him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude go back to wherevr ur from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur not gonna make any friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday you'll come to college and see friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bitterly aware u have none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came with high hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they look different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tht doesnt matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;newsflash:it does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cultural differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll have smthng in common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u wont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go back to where u came from boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you get used to being alone in a crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move to trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562188774391191958-3918620395495940014?l=oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3918620395495940014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562188774391191958&amp;postID=3918620395495940014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/3918620395495940014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562188774391191958/posts/default/3918620395495940014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoronmoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/ennui.html' title='Ennui'/><author><name>annie solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574295863742428856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
