<?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-1185891436148267218</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:06:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feverish Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185891436148267218.post-4652591025706771835</id><published>2010-05-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:54:07.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam &amp; Eve</title><content type='html'>A boy becomes a man when he protects a woman from all harms, including that of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl becomes a woman when she loves unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together the man &amp;amp; the woman become divine bliss in the dance of Shiva Shakti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4652591025706771835?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4652591025706771835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4652591025706771835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4652591025706771835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4652591025706771835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2010/05/adam-eve.html' title='Adam &amp; Eve'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4050824090880543813</id><published>2010-04-10T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:28:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As inspired by Corrine Bailey Rae</title><content type='html'>As the &lt;em&gt;season change&lt;/em&gt;, there is not &lt;em&gt;another rainy day&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to&lt;/em&gt; be free like a &lt;em&gt;butterfly&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;shine like a star&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go &lt;em&gt;diving for hearts&lt;/em&gt; if no one will have my &lt;em&gt;choux pastry heart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4050824090880543813?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4050824090880543813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4050824090880543813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4050824090880543813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4050824090880543813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-inspired-by-corrine-bailey-rae.html' title='As inspired by Corrine Bailey Rae'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7224267724538782746</id><published>2010-01-24T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:02:33.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different point of view</title><content type='html'>Male on Female:  Upper persuasion hoping to lead to lower invasion&lt;br /&gt;Female on Male:  Lower persuasion hoping to lead to upper invasion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7224267724538782746?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7224267724538782746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7224267724538782746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7224267724538782746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7224267724538782746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-point-of-view.html' title='Different point of view'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8059938254889120973</id><published>2010-01-21T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:17:44.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post inspired by swoosh co</title><content type='html'>As I was walking past a store window, I noticed a t-shirt by swoosh co with the following saying "We Name Our Sticks".  Hmm....I wonder what the name is - Tiger or Woods?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8059938254889120973?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8059938254889120973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8059938254889120973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8059938254889120973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8059938254889120973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-post-inspired-by-swoosh-co.html' title='Another post inspired by swoosh co'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-9120139232267626561</id><published>2009-12-23T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:11:52.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just do it" - Nike</title><content type='html'>Another one of those chicken &amp;amp; egg questions:  Did Nike motivate its star golfer to “just do it” with the ladies or did the star golfer's “just do it” attitude got him the Nike sponsorship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nike is to sponsor me with yoga gear &amp;amp; a world tour, I will have plenty to blog about.  Hence, currently &lt;em&gt;not doing it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-9120139232267626561?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/9120139232267626561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=9120139232267626561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/9120139232267626561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/9120139232267626561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-do-it-nike.html' title='&quot;Just do it&quot; - Nike'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8185559720476121572</id><published>2009-10-22T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:22:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived a girl (a normal happy girl - not a princess) named Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell (named after a character in the tale of Peter Pan) enjoyed laughing, singing, dancing and having tea with her friends - Fairy Funshine, Fairy TenderHeart, and Fairy Queen Mother. Tinkerbell was inspired by music and arts and was curious about philosophy, numerology, cosmology, and anything that her spirit was drawn to. Tinkerbell's kind &amp;amp; sweet friends were special because they encouraged satya (truth) in self. In the company of her fairy friends, Tinkerbell was truly free to be just the way she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell worked hard growing fruits, vegetables, and tea leaves in her garden. One day, out of sheer curiousity, Tinkerbell decided to go into the city. Naively, Tinkerbell brought her tea leaves with her in hopes of having tea with new company. Entering the city, Tinkerbell sensed darkness, sadness, and an air of evil. She noticed a large group of hetero men fishing for nymphs in the swamp. Tinkerbell cautiously approached these men and was instantly shunned. These men gave Tinkerbell the look of disgust. As an offering of friendship and peace, Tinkerbell offered them the tea leaves from her garden. These men took the tea leaves and proceeded to roll them up and smoked them. "Wait - you are supposed to steep them in hot water to make tea; they are not for smoking" said Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell tried to warn them that smoking these tea leaves could damage their physical bodies. Needless to say, these men ignored Tinkerbell's warning. After much smoking, these men continued their fishing activities - but lo &amp;amp; behold one by one they started to experience erectile disfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Tinkerbell could leave for the safety of her home, these men started to yell at Tinkerbell and pelted Tinkerbell with stones and sticks. Tinkerbell tried running away but one of the men managed to capture Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was tied to an old oak tree. These men continuously yelled out insults at Tinkerbell - calling her everything from ugly to a freak with wild crazy hair and a big butt. Tinkerbell was scared and sad - the light of her spirit slowly flickering away to the point that physical pain no longer mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble, the only way Tinkerbell knew how to cope was to hold on to her faith in the grace of the universe.  As she was exhaling, Tinkerbell heard a soothing lullaby from afar and started to feel sweet warmth against her skin.  Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled widely as she saw Tantra Guru glowing in front of her.  "Don't worry Tinkerbell.  I will make things right" said Tantra Guru to comfort Tinkerbell. [Note to readers - Tantra Guru was a guru of Tantra Philosophy which is not the same as Tantric Sex]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hetero men awoke to the bright glow of Tantra Guru.  "Dear friends, I am here to humbly ask for you to free my student, Tinkerbell.  Please open your heart to love and compassion.  Exhale and let yourself be sensitive - perhaps with softness in your eyes, you will see beauty and goodness in everything around you, including those who are slightly different than the typical.  Live kindly and let yourself love and be loved.  Let beauty inspire you to show love and compassion to all beings".  Hypnotized by the magical energy of Tantra Guru, the hetero men untied Tinkerbell from the tree and set her free.  The hetero men started to sing and dance to a merry tune.  They even complimented the women in the city of their beauty.  The women in turn complimented the hetero men of their strength and intelligence.  Even women who once pretended to be swamp nymphs to attract the hetero men started to embrace their true selves.  The hetero men's previous disfunctions started to function again.   Happiness was spiralling upwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell with the company of Tantra Guru started their journey home.   Before Tantra Guru and Tinkerbell parted ways, Tinkerbell thanked Tantra Guru and vowed to continue to flow with grace and to have faith in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Tinkerbell's sweet fairy friends nurtured her spirit and physical health back to her happy self again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8185559720476121572?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8185559720476121572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8185559720476121572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8185559720476121572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8185559720476121572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/10/tale.html' title='A tale'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2107351872509477388</id><published>2009-10-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:05:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nummy Yummy</title><content type='html'>"A synergy of taste &amp;amp; quality from across the globe - every hour...  every day... " - a motto for a local restaurant which somehow makes me think of how sweet it will be if referred to men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2107351872509477388?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2107351872509477388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2107351872509477388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2107351872509477388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2107351872509477388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/10/nummy-yummy.html' title='Nummy Yummy'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4855118587927433326</id><published>2009-10-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:44:21.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An asexual micro-orgasm</title><content type='html'>The hetero male population in this 2010 Winter Olympic host city (where I live) has a special talent in leading a rather girlish girl (full of Shakti power) into feeling like a mere asexual micro-orgasm. Organic cleansing or intolerable cruelty? Lately, it's been an inclination to tbe latter. Yes, yes - time to plan a get away so that I can feel like a woman again or risksdissolving from an asexual micro-orgasm into a speckle of dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4855118587927433326?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4855118587927433326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4855118587927433326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4855118587927433326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4855118587927433326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/10/asexual-micro-orgasm.html' title='An asexual micro-orgasm'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-737036838575880544</id><published>2009-09-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:01:32.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No firearms allowed</title><content type='html'>Upon entering Bumbershoot music festival grounds this past weekend, I noticed the following sign:  "No firearms allowed at events".  I did think to myself - was this sign really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Jason Mraz to step on stage, I overheard an interesting conversation between two guys and a girl.  In attempts to impress the girl, one of the guys said to the girl "I used to be in the Marine - they really train you to kill.  Till now, I still have the itch to kill". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was why the no firearms sign was necessary at public events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-737036838575880544?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/737036838575880544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=737036838575880544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/737036838575880544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/737036838575880544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-firearms-allowed.html' title='No firearms allowed'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5134888106386733092</id><published>2009-08-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:11:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Judd Apatow</title><content type='html'>Dear Judd Apatow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As entertaining as your movies are - I do wish to express my concern on the effects your movies have on dating for girls like me.  Your movies which usually feature the average guy hooking up with the hot girl has made it more so challenging for average girls to meet guys (any guy).  Well, you see, your movies have led the average guys to believe that only very hot girls are deserving of them - which leads to no men for the average girls.  So, we, the average girls, are not only shut out from the hot guys but also the average guys now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plea to you Mr. Apatow - could you make movies about the average smart &amp;amp; funny girl ending up happily ever after with the hot, smart &amp;amp; funny guy?  If that's beyond your capability or if that somehow breaks the mancode that you may have with the brotherhood, could you please convince the very talented Tina Fey to take on such challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Smart &amp;amp; Funny Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5134888106386733092?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5134888106386733092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5134888106386733092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5134888106386733092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5134888106386733092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-judd-apatow.html' title='Dear Judd Apatow'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5854162251489819949</id><published>2009-07-27T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:01:11.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you find love or does love find you?</title><content type='html'>In this business of finding love, efforts certainly do not translate into results.  There is absolutely no correlation, whatsoever - which leads me to think perhaps one can't find love but love would have to find its way into one's life.  Love - by which I mean romantic love - is like family and friends - they just somehow happen;  we certainly did not seek out family nor friends.  These gifts are somehow blessed upon us naturally and organically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is the camp which purports finding love is akin to finding a job.  But getting a job translates into having to work.  The last time I checked, there is still a negative connotation attached to "work". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the business of finding love, I am just going to sit back and let love find its way to me.  My part in this is to do everything that I enjoy doing and cracking open my heart. When love arrives, my heart will be open to let it in.  Deal, Universe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5854162251489819949?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5854162251489819949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5854162251489819949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5854162251489819949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5854162251489819949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-find-love-or-does-love-find-you.html' title='Do you find love or does love find you?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2110478857582532915</id><published>2009-07-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:07:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Lenny...</title><content type='html'>As I was listening to the Best of Lenny Kravitz last Sunday, this song spoke to me &amp;amp; finally inspired me to clean my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heaven Help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be free of the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready to start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a love journey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got places to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made up my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have got to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lets me inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who comes in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That walks through my door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I decided right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im ready for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A funny feelings coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now Im inspired and open to being&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a love place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its out of my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im telling you baby that you got to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lets me inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who comes in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That walks though my door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I decided right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im ready for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't see whats out there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know love offers no guarantee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill take a chance and im&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telling you something babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lets me inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who comes in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help the fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That walks through my door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I decided right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im ready for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the chance on love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart, the fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2110478857582532915?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2110478857582532915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2110478857582532915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2110478857582532915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2110478857582532915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-lenny.html' title='Oh, Lenny...'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8087990047754625988</id><published>2009-06-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:00:23.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer solstice</title><content type='html'>This morning of the summer solstice I dozed off into a delightful lucid dreamland.  I was flying in the cool blue sky and was greeted by beautiful heart-shaped clouds and a rainbow.  I was happy and free.  I was liberated by the wrath of looking for romance - it was a sign from the universe to set me free.  I will struggle no more and surrender to the liberation that welcomes me.  Total freedom to explore - to be the ultimate wanderlust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8087990047754625988?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8087990047754625988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8087990047754625988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8087990047754625988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8087990047754625988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-solstice.html' title='Summer solstice'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7742452605012205758</id><published>2009-06-17T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:46:12.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unskilled</title><content type='html'>Hooking a guy takes more skills than beauty &amp;amp; that particular skill sets, I seriously lack.  Is it too late to start learning?  I certainly hope not.  Any love guru out there who would be so kind to share your knowledge &amp;amp; most importantly your expertise in this area?  I need help!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7742452605012205758?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7742452605012205758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7742452605012205758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7742452605012205758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7742452605012205758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/06/unskilled.html' title='Unskilled'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8498070873671224643</id><published>2009-06-03T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:33:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice lolly</title><content type='html'>I could seriously use an ice lolly or two in this scorching heat.  I could in particular use the ice lolly that is inspired by Daniel Craig 007 out of the water shot.  Yes, Del Monte is selling the special "license to chill" lolly - however, sadly only available in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/5416143/Daniel-Craig-in-007-lolly.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/5416143/Daniel-Craig-in-007-lolly.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8498070873671224643?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8498070873671224643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8498070873671224643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8498070873671224643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8498070873671224643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice-lolly.html' title='Ice lolly'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4887473370958710607</id><published>2009-06-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:20:12.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood Unite!</title><content type='html'>To my dear little sisters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must share with you my experience with naysayers.  Time over time, you ,as a female, will encounter many naysayers who convey to you negative messages such as you are not beautiful, you are not smart enough or too smart, you are weak, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently told that boys do not like girls who are funny and intelligent - unless you are hot.  (Yes, I gasped when I heard such comment being verbalised - shocking).  I cannot believe female oppression being so prevalent even today - "modern" times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear little sisters - be as smart and as funny as you are - embrace all that God has given you.  You are a creation of God and therefore you are always a beautiful being.  By saying otherwise, the naysayers may have just spat in the face of God by negatively criticizing God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear success and self-sufficiency - by being able to take care of yourself, you essentially give yourself freedom to be curious, freedom to learn, freedom to explore, and most importantly freedom to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all beautiful in the eyes of the enlightened ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;namah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If someone tells you that you are not hot, just tell them that you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;more so&lt;/span&gt; an editorial beauty over a commercial one - something useful I picked up from watching way too many hours of Top Model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4887473370958710607?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4887473370958710607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4887473370958710607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4887473370958710607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4887473370958710607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/06/sisterhood-unite.html' title='Sisterhood Unite!'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4359784980339673803</id><published>2009-05-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:21:24.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Abandon</title><content type='html'>'Tis graduation season for young adults - everytime I walked pass the local theatre, there seemed to be a graduation ceremony.  Ah - those young faces, full of exuberance and excitement for the future.  Youth reminds me of the reckless abandon ways to life - especially with respect to love.  When did I start losing that reckless abandon ways?  Like the Pepsi commercial, I wish to regain my reckless abandon to love.   Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4359784980339673803?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4359784980339673803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4359784980339673803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4359784980339673803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4359784980339673803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/reckless-abandon.html' title='Reckless Abandon'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5328864366115342996</id><published>2009-05-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:29:48.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind optimism or an audacity to hope?</title><content type='html'>Often when asked what I want in the man (who I seeketh as a partner in life) - I answered "someone like Barack Obama".    The usual responses range from "be real - that's not possible" to that beyond words but mere laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dreaming about making my life with a president (in fact, I rather not).  It is not the power behind the man that I admire - but the many qualities of Mr. Obama (that are apparent to the public) that I am in awe of.  I am taken by his quiet strength, the way he listens before he speaks, the humility he's unafraid to display with his self-deprecating humour, his intelligence, his "audacity to hope", his belief in the goodness in humanity, and most importantly the way he conducts himself with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a man with such awe-inspiring qualities who will catch me before I slip into the path of Plath.  In turn, I offer my utter devotion, respect, love, support and acts (which no words will do justice of - or simply the "catch-all" category).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers - if you wish to play matchmaker, send to me guys with such admirable qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5328864366115342996?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5328864366115342996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5328864366115342996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5328864366115342996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5328864366115342996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/blind-optimism-or-audacity-to-hope.html' title='Blind optimism or an audacity to hope?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-468058605679946243</id><published>2009-05-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:20:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavlov's Dog - Classical conditioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-468058605679946243?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/468058605679946243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=468058605679946243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/468058605679946243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/468058605679946243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/pavlovs-dog-classical-conditioning.html' title='Pavlov&apos;s Dog - Classical conditioning'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5946905810487839549</id><published>2009-05-21T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:43:35.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love takes flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Air New Zealand just announced its inaugural "matchmaking" flight set to depart Los Angeles for Auckland on October 13. The experience will include a pre-flight gate party, themed food, drink, games and entertainment. Passengers can upload their dating profile six months before the flight to scope out the other singles. What a fantastic idea? I think my travel plan for the fall is set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thematchmakingflight.com/"&gt;http://www.thematchmakingflight.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newzealand.com/travel/media/press-releases/2009/5/tourism-ews_air-nz-singles-flight_press-release.cfm?rss"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5946905810487839549?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5946905810487839549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5946905810487839549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5946905810487839549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5946905810487839549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-takes-flight.html' title='Love takes flight'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5439603327987371795</id><published>2009-05-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:43:18.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I had drinks with my friend, LoveSickBoy, over the weekend who was clearly heart-broken.  He recently parted with his love interest who had to return to her home country across the ocean.  Before her departure, LSB surprised her by renting out the music studio with a grand piano at the local music school so that he can sing her a Chinese song titled "Kiss Goodbye" - very very sappy Chinese song.  LSB who had not touched the piano in years rehearsed for a few weeks before he performed the song for his special girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was quite the romantic gesture (since I brought out my air violin and played it while he told me the tale and also again when he retold the tales to my other girlies).  What was the most romantic gesture that someone had ever done for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5439603327987371795?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5439603327987371795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5439603327987371795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5439603327987371795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5439603327987371795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-goodbye.html' title='Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2498009070987191452</id><published>2009-05-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:16:18.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Consciousness</title><content type='html'>There are three states of consciousness: awaken, dreamy, and unconscious. I often choose to stay in the dreamy and unconscious states where I hang out with the likes of Lenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kravitz&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jamie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Foxx&lt;/span&gt; meanwhile in my awaken state I have to be in the company of Socially Awkward Guy or the Disinterested Guy - which do you think is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sufferable&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2498009070987191452?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2498009070987191452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2498009070987191452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2498009070987191452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2498009070987191452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-consciousness.html' title='State of Consciousness'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-1204740411609470285</id><published>2009-05-18T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:49:07.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dharma</title><content type='html'>Very sad to share the news of the passing of great yoga guru - Sri K Pattabhi Jois.  He who popularized asthanga yoga in the Western world and also taught many others who in turn spread the goodness of yoga to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guru may have left the mortal world but he left us with the legacy of the goodness of yoga teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om shanti shanti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-1204740411609470285?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/1204740411609470285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=1204740411609470285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1204740411609470285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1204740411609470285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/dharma.html' title='Dharma'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3963625624578692519</id><published>2009-05-14T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:47:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>Hmm....that I don't know.  All I know is the Universe isn't showing me much of that these days.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3963625624578692519?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3963625624578692519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3963625624578692519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3963625624578692519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3963625624578692519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7448273599364645971</id><published>2009-05-09T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:15:15.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessorize</title><content type='html'>Have you ever notice a guy's accessory?  I, who usually am too distracted by a witty conversation or fine abs, to notice the kind of watch a guy wears was brought to attention of the case of digital watch by a buddy.  According to my buddy, a grown adult male who wears a digital watch at a social function often falls under the category of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unchic&lt;/span&gt; geek.  Agree or disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I wonder what guys think of a girl who wears studded cuff along with a strand of opera length pearls...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7448273599364645971?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7448273599364645971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7448273599364645971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7448273599364645971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7448273599364645971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/accessorize.html' title='Accessorize'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5106166734747681797</id><published>2009-05-07T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:42:40.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I headed to a charity function at a local pub/club with the usual fab girls after our happy hour drinks.  There we met a few new faces - friends of friend.  One of the new faces, let's call him Socially Awkward Guy (that is the nicest moniker I can come up with and you will soon realize why I said "nicest"), came up to me and started a conversation which went down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAG:  Hi - you look familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;BB:     Oh, really?  Maybe we went to the same school - which program did you do?&lt;br /&gt;SAG:  No, you were in my dreams [&lt;em&gt;Such cheesiness should have been my cue to exit conversation but I continued to be nice&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;BB:     So, what do you do besides hanging out at clubs &amp;amp; dreaming about me?&lt;br /&gt;SAG:  I play with myself [&lt;em&gt;That was the exact phrase he uttered - I was certainly shocked by this point&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;BB:     Hmm....maybe you shouldn't tell strangers that you play with yourself, especially girls.&lt;br /&gt;SAG:  What's wrong with that?  Everyone plays with him or herself.   I'm not good with girls.&lt;br /&gt;BB:    Umm...maybe you're not good with girls because you spend all your time playing with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of this conversation and turned to the fab girls and retold them the convo that I just had with SAG.  They were as shocked as I was.   For the rest of the evening, I avoided SAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the girls and I were dancing and having fun, I felt someone grabbed me from behind - and it was the disgusting SAG.  EWW!!!!!!!  The girls, as reliable as always, came to my rescue &amp;amp; immediately built a wall to protect me against SAG.  I was kept safely away from any further grabby hands or rude conversation from SAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have hit the lowest low in terms of my social interaction with the men in my cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5106166734747681797?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5106166734747681797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5106166734747681797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5106166734747681797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5106166734747681797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3937820540789107137</id><published>2009-04-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:44:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to watch over me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next time I am asked the question what I seek in a guy - I shall sing to them this lovely Gershwin song which sums up all my sentiments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a saying old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Says that love is blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still we're often told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seek and ye shall find.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking ev'rywhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't found him yet;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the big affair I cannot forget -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only man I ever think of with regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to add his initial to my monogram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a somebody I'm longing to see:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turns out to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who'll watch over me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always be good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To one who'll watch over me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although he may not be the man some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls think of as handsome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my heart he carries the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you tell him, please, to put on some speed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow my lead? Oh, how I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to watch over me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3937820540789107137?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3937820540789107137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3937820540789107137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3937820540789107137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3937820540789107137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-to-watch-over-me.html' title='Someone to watch over me'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2155201601633921292</id><published>2009-04-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:07:12.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the heroes?</title><content type='html'>I had a complete wipe-out this morning on my way to walk on a busy business street.  I am glad that I wasn't hurt but very disappointed that there was no hero who came to my rescue.  Am I no "damsel" and therefore undeserving of some form heroic rescue from a dashing hero?  Sigh - is this city completely hopeless or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2155201601633921292?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2155201601633921292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2155201601633921292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2155201601633921292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2155201601633921292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-heroes.html' title='Where are the heroes?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5951212714778105543</id><published>2009-04-16T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:01:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk of shame or swagger of pride?</title><content type='html'>Ms. Smooth Operator sauntered into the office wearing a dress - unusually dressed up for Ms. SO who usually prefer trousers to dress.  Ms. SO's boss cheekily teased "Hot date tonight, SO?"  Ms SO responded "That was last night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation is typically referred to the &lt;em&gt;walk of shame&lt;/em&gt; but here in this men-deprived city, we call it the &lt;em&gt;swagger of pride&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5951212714778105543?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5951212714778105543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5951212714778105543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5951212714778105543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5951212714778105543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-of-shame-or-swagger-of-pride.html' title='Walk of shame or swagger of pride?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5885701093173417579</id><published>2009-04-16T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:36:44.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the steps</title><content type='html'>I finally mustered up enough courage to go to the yuppie gym.  I surprised myself - I am fitter than I gave myself credit for.  As I glided down the stairs to the women's locker room, I passed a guy who avoided eye contact with me at all cost.  A few steps down, I heard a plop and thud.  The snooty guy missed his steps while he gave me the brush-off.  There you go - I did make a guy fall for me - literally on the steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5885701093173417579?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5885701093173417579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5885701093173417579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5885701093173417579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5885701093173417579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-steps.html' title='Watch the steps'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-975436164952492952</id><published>2009-04-15T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:47:40.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Date</title><content type='html'>My mom called me earlier this evening and asked "Your cousin wants to know if she should send you a plus guest invitation to her wedding or a no-guest invitation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap - the &lt;em&gt;wedding&lt;/em&gt; is less than three months away - July 11, 2009 - the exact day of dread.  I am happy that my cousin will be marrying her true love on that day;  however, I am slightly concern about looking like a loser without a hot date in my arms.  The wedding with be the first of my generation on my mom's side.  Of course, I dream of having the most handsome, charming, and intelligent guy who can dance to accompany me to this wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear friends - if you know of any handsome, charming, intelligent guy who dances well that is looking to earn good karma points, please please please send him my way.  I only need him July 11 &amp;amp; dressed in a nice suit.  To repay your kindness, there is one ticket for you to the No Doubt Reunion Tour on July 18 (celebration after day of dread) - great seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, perhaps I should check out imdb in search of an actor who will play the part of charming date to the wedding.  (Hmm....I wonder if Robert Pattinson will still be in town shooting Twilight at that time....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-975436164952492952?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/975436164952492952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=975436164952492952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/975436164952492952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/975436164952492952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-date.html' title='The Wedding Date'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2447184409578913591</id><published>2009-04-14T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:52:39.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Ass</title><content type='html'>My anusara classes are never boring - always entertaining.  During this evening class, my lovely instructor called out "Christopher, move your right butt check to BB" (BB is yours truly - in case you have forgotten)  "Christopher, don't move your ass to Tom (on your left) - move it to BB (on your right) - give her more ass".  I love Anusara - even my instructor is trying to help my cause.  Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2447184409578913591?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2447184409578913591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2447184409578913591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2447184409578913591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2447184409578913591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-ass.html' title='Give me Ass'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3103851936746533169</id><published>2009-04-13T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:00:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>The second movie of the Twilight series is currently filming in my city.  Giving in to the heavy endorsements of the first movie by friends, I caved and read the first book of the series over the weekend.  They were right - vampire can be so hot, sexy and desirable.  I melted in a puddle of hopeless romanticism after reading about how heroic Edward was and how much he loves Bella - awwww.....  I too wish to have a hero who loves me eternally and rescue this damsel when she is in distressed (instead of having to pick myself up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Robert Pattinson - call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3103851936746533169?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3103851936746533169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3103851936746533169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3103851936746533169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3103851936746533169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-626608977483119362</id><published>2009-03-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:28:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver lining</title><content type='html'>I am not getting a bonus nor a pay increase this year but at least I scored a free month of pass at the local yuppie gym.  I will be ignoring the dark cloud while staring into the silver lining like a little kitty drawn to a shiny object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I got the pass was to check out the male patrons at the yuppie gym.  It was as if the universe is saying "come come come on over".  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out male yuppie gym-ers, don't hurt yourself when I break out the "stretch".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-626608977483119362?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/626608977483119362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=626608977483119362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/626608977483119362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/626608977483119362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/silver-lining.html' title='Silver lining'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-6195913969619244969</id><published>2009-03-30T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:32:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSC</title><content type='html'>Love, support, and cookie - according to Steve Harvey, those are the only three things one needs in a relationship (at least from the male perspective).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I agree with Mr. Harvey more so especially after a long and challenging day at work.  I don't need to come home to more nagging and third degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrogation&lt;/span&gt;.  All I need after a long day of hard work is love, support and maybe some cookie (if I am awake).  So dear men, I hear ya - the next one that comes into my life will be showered with love and support plus cookie (if I think you're deserving and don't annoy me too much).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-6195913969619244969?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/6195913969619244969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=6195913969619244969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6195913969619244969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6195913969619244969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/lsc.html' title='LSC'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2276709400454081904</id><published>2009-03-27T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:22:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom humour</title><content type='html'>I shall take a brief break from grace to share this with you what I learnt at dinner this evening (yeah - trust me IT is that good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like toilets.  The good ones are taken.  The ones that stay with you are the ones who take your shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2276709400454081904?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2276709400454081904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2276709400454081904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2276709400454081904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2276709400454081904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/bathroom-humour.html' title='Bathroom humour'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2790578159894913451</id><published>2009-03-25T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:49:16.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another observation</title><content type='html'>Just another observation - I pass no judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to my yoga class after work today, I walked pass a male who had on lipstick and a floral top.  That is not unusual in this single-female-unfriendly city that I live in.  What puzzled me was that the male had obvious chin hair - one would logically think to remove chin hair before applying lipstick - no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2790578159894913451?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2790578159894913451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2790578159894913451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2790578159894913451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2790578159894913451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-observation.html' title='Just another observation'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185891436148267218.post-4960735708630761895</id><published>2009-03-19T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:02:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Girls love shoes - that is a given.  Do girls judge guys by the shoes they wear?  I do recall conversations about men footwear and how the girls do judge the men by their shoes.  Yesterday on my way home, I spotted one guy in Uggs and another in shoes with lifts!  My oh my - what would the shoe-girls say about these two fellows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4960735708630761895?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4960735708630761895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4960735708630761895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4960735708630761895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4960735708630761895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-433650288672693196</id><published>2009-03-17T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:56:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standards</title><content type='html'>Friends and relatives who have found their plus ones often suggest that perhaps the reason that I am without a plus one is due to the fact that my standards are way too high.  Too high?  I only hope to meet a plus one who shares my values and outlook in life, whom I am attracted to - someone just like me who is male.  If they think this is too much to ask for, then they must think either not think much of me or think too highly of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-433650288672693196?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/433650288672693196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=433650288672693196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/433650288672693196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/433650288672693196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/standards.html' title='Standards'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7052402709332279942</id><published>2009-03-16T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:15:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoogle me happy</title><content type='html'>Dear Snoogle-maker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do you market your snooglies to the preggers only?  I think you have an excellent product which has a wide appeal - thus stop limiting your products only to a specific niche market.  The solo sleeper who needs some warmth &amp;amp; snuggly at night but are not blessed with a co-bedder can really use the comfort provided by your product, the snoogle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, can you make stripes or polka dots cover as well (or at least something prettier)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoogling zzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7052402709332279942?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7052402709332279942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7052402709332279942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7052402709332279942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7052402709332279942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/snoogle-me-happy.html' title='Snoogle me happy'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185891436148267218.post-3042504717442426946</id><published>2009-03-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:07:21.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECESSISON</title><content type='html'>"RECESSISON"  spotted on the t-shirts worn by the bartenders at the Hudson Bar.  I thought that was a clever play on word.  I must admit I did enjoy my stay at the Hudson and my late evenings spent dancing at the bar.  What intrigued me was the kinky shower in the room - the shower visible through the glass window to the bedroom.  How fun it could have been?  Sigh - my prudeness got the better of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3042504717442426946?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3042504717442426946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3042504717442426946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3042504717442426946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3042504717442426946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/recessison.html' title='RECESSISON'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5568632197251854483</id><published>2009-03-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:25:42.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Men</title><content type='html'>Overheard at the neighbourhood drugstore today, two grown male employees of the store gossiping about a May-December couple in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Employee 1:  Is that the older sister or the mom?&lt;br /&gt;Male Employee 2:  They have the same look.&lt;br /&gt;Male Employee 1:  Whatever it is - she is doing him in the bedroom for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Male Employee 2:  Well, good for her - err and him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying very hard to contain my laughter.  Very nice to know that men gossip too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5568632197251854483?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5568632197251854483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5568632197251854483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5568632197251854483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5568632197251854483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/gossip-men.html' title='Gossip Men'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8177667984273354814</id><published>2009-03-09T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:21:59.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Damn</title><content type='html'>Dear guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Ne-Yo - he's the man.  I'm impressed with his suave ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://globalgrind.com/content/464175/A-Window-Into-Suaveness/"&gt;http://globalgrind.com/content/464175/A-Window-Into-Suaveness/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8177667984273354814?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8177667984273354814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8177667984273354814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8177667984273354814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8177667984273354814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooh-damn.html' title='Ooh Damn'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7570676228338561997</id><published>2009-03-02T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:31:24.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age rule:  Divide by 2 Plus 7</title><content type='html'>I was thrilled when yoga teacher extraordinaire, Chris Chavez, gave me permission to knock off eight years from my real age for doing a pose at the yoga workshop.  Yippee - I'm under 25 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the point of this post is not exactly to toot my own yogic horn but to ponder the question of age - does age really matter in mates?  Based on the age rule of divide by two plus seven, my dating age range is between 23 and 50.  Funny enough, I had been (sorta) asked out by a 24 year old as well as a 49 year old in the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out dancing in the City last Friday, I was in awe of the dancing prowess and physical hotness of my dancing partner of that evening.  Lo &amp;amp; behold my dancing partner whom I thought was around my age turned out to be 49!  I was floored when he revealed his age to me.  Me being me, of course, proceeded to ask "OMG - you don't look your age at all.  I thought you are way younger.  Did you have any work done?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7570676228338561997?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7570676228338561997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7570676228338561997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7570676228338561997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7570676228338561997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/03/age-rule-divide-by-2-plus-7.html' title='Age rule:  Divide by 2 Plus 7'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7292314072939411804</id><published>2009-02-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:25:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City</title><content type='html'>I'm off to the City (as in the city of SATC) with two super fun ladies.  Totally stoked and absolutely ready to rock it out.  Hopefully yours truly will return with many tales of adventures from the City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did pack my stretching pants :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7292314072939411804?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7292314072939411804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7292314072939411804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7292314072939411804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7292314072939411804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/city.html' title='The City'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8144249689532565115</id><published>2009-02-17T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:57:51.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys - these are the places you should go</title><content type='html'>Hey Single Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in meeting lots of fun-loving and fit girls, these are the places you should go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Yoga classes - girls are zen-out and totally friendly&lt;br /&gt;2)  Capoeira - girls who are open to experiencing different world culture&lt;br /&gt;3)  Salsa dance classes - girls with rhythm (&amp;amp; you know what they say about girls who can dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my tip of the day for guys.  Now go and explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8144249689532565115?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8144249689532565115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8144249689532565115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8144249689532565115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8144249689532565115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/guys-these-are-places-you-should-go.html' title='Guys - these are the places you should go'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8825721960345507183</id><published>2009-02-16T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:22:11.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor</title><content type='html'>It's been years since I last watched an episode of the tv dating show, the Bachelor.  Tonight I caught the last 15 minutes of the show and disappointedly Mr. Bachelor dumped fellow Vancouverite Jillian (the reason I tuned into the show tonight).  The reason he gave her was that she has an amazing life of her own?  Huh?  So, a girl who knows how to have an amazing life without a man is deemed undesirable, Mr. Bachelor?  Wow - dude, you totally don't deserve the fine ladies from Vancouver then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vancouver is known to have a breed of fine ladies who are fully capable of living fun-filled amazing lives of their own - with or without guys because there is a serious shortage of eligible single men in this city.  So dear single eligible men of the world, please come to Vancouver if you want to meet some fine young ladies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8825721960345507183?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8825721960345507183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8825721960345507183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8825721960345507183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8825721960345507183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/bachelor.html' title='Bachelor'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3407587152065138810</id><published>2009-02-15T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:28:51.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not that into you</title><content type='html'>Boy danced the night away with Girl at the club to the crooning of Barry White.  Boy kissed Girl at the end of the night.  But Boy didn't give Girl his phone number - therefore it was concluded that Boy was just not that into Girl.  Girl ended kiss abruptly and ran away from Boy (so that she didn't miss her ride home) - therefore it was concluded that Girl was just not that into Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go - Boy and Girl just wanted to have a little PG fun dancing away that night (nothing more).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3407587152065138810?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3407587152065138810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3407587152065138810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3407587152065138810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3407587152065138810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-not-that-into-you.html' title='Just not that into you'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2399475137171944236</id><published>2009-02-14T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:31:27.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly has no special romantic interest to shower love on - so, to everyone out there, much love from me to you!  (Now pay it forward...maybe it'll makes its way back to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously did those words just pour out from me?  Or was that courtesy of all those different shooters from last night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2399475137171944236?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2399475137171944236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2399475137171944236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2399475137171944236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2399475137171944236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-1473944229894238291</id><published>2009-02-13T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:44:44.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheat</title><content type='html'>SG:   I don't understand why people here are so critical of those who cheat.  People in Asia do it all the time.  I don't see anything wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB:  Umm....I guess my puritan beliefs are seriously out of date.  I don't mean to be judgmental but I just don't think hurtful actions like cheating is of any good or benefit to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is my belief that cheating is hurtful really that out-of-date?  Am I too naive to still want to have faith in that people will do the right thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-1473944229894238291?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/1473944229894238291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=1473944229894238291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1473944229894238291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1473944229894238291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheat.html' title='Cheat'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-1907997617300417086</id><published>2009-02-09T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:58:31.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just a number?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pre checking out Jesus of Madonna's boytoy fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minimum age of the guy one should date is divide your age by two plus seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post checking out Jesus of Madonna's boytoy fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minimum age of the guy one should date is of the legal age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-1907997617300417086?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/1907997617300417086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=1907997617300417086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1907997617300417086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1907997617300417086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-just-number.html' title='Is it just a number?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5577985032667040485</id><published>2009-02-07T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:20:42.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendy</title><content type='html'>During a Friday afternoon chat at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB:  There was a new guy at my yoga class yesterday.  He was kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;SO:  Did you do the gaze &amp;amp; smile?&lt;br /&gt;BB:  No, I'm too shy.&lt;br /&gt;SO:  Well, next time cute guy comes to class, pull up your mat next to his and start stretching.&lt;br /&gt;BB:  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;SO:  Yes, stretching works every time at my gym - even with the gay men.  Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO proceeded to demonstrate this "yoga" move which guarantees success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB:  I have never done that pose in yoga.  It looks more burlesque.&lt;br /&gt;SO:  Trust me, this works - try it next time at your gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear guys - If you see me bust into spontaneous stretching maneuver, don't fret.  It's just that I may be a little into you. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...or maybe you would fret).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5577985032667040485?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5577985032667040485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5577985032667040485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5577985032667040485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5577985032667040485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/bendy.html' title='Bendy'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-6312289044847985273</id><published>2009-02-05T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:38:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno</title><content type='html'>A big flashing neon sign that a guy is a commitment-phobe maybe the fact that he only had one pillow on his bed.  True story as experienced by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I have commitment issues...geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-6312289044847985273?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/6312289044847985273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=6312289044847985273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6312289044847985273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6312289044847985273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/uno.html' title='Uno'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4194889923631531376</id><published>2009-02-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:33:42.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream away</title><content type='html'>For the past weeks, I have been blessed with dreams of situations with various nice and hot guys.  Understandably it was hard to wake myself up from such sweet dreams to drag myself to work.  Excitedly thinking that these dreams may be premonition of very good things to come in terms of guys, I consulted the dream dictionary and was disappointed to learn that dreams about guys mean that I am embracing the yang (the masculine side) of me.  Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4194889923631531376?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4194889923631531376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4194889923631531376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4194889923631531376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4194889923631531376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-away.html' title='Dream away'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3636827621630092716</id><published>2009-01-31T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:17:05.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my dear friend, Miss Teacher (or now Mrs. Teacher) , who got hitched in Las Vegas last weekend.  Mrs and Mr Teacher, both from the same area, met each other in far far away land on a teaching assignment.  They fell in love and travelled from places to places teaching young children.  Two years after meeting in far far away land, they got married.  Wishing them happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3636827621630092716?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3636827621630092716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3636827621630092716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3636827621630092716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3636827621630092716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3152878989557432513</id><published>2009-01-30T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:44:01.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to simulate a daycare</title><content type='html'>A 33-year-old single mother in California of six children recently gave birth to octoplets, giving her a grand total of fourteen children.  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3152878989557432513?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3152878989557432513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3152878989557432513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3152878989557432513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3152878989557432513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-to-simulate-daycare.html' title='Way to simulate a daycare'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-9046987028234849205</id><published>2009-01-28T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:08:10.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satcitananda</title><content type='html'>The grass is no greener on the other side of the fence;  the grass is of green perfection right where I stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satcitananda&lt;/em&gt; - sanskrit for experiencing bliss in your reality (my version of sanskrit translation).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-9046987028234849205?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/9046987028234849205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=9046987028234849205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/9046987028234849205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/9046987028234849205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/satcitananda.html' title='Satcitananda'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7352299506222332848</id><published>2009-01-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:40:03.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>Can't we bring integrity back into style?  I think (in my humble personal opinion) there is a serious lack of integrity amongst too many guys out there in the dating world.  Too many guys are guilty of dating multiple girls at the same time.  Yes, I heard of the "Caveman" theory and I do agree with most part of it.  However, guys - you are no ape, you are an evolved human.  Plus, I have not received the memo about possible human extinction in the very near future - so, you can slow down that "procreation" action that you're so keen on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I thought the days of collecting baseball/hockey cards are just for boys.  Now that you're grown, such hobby does not translate into collecting women.  Plus, have you not learned from the recent stock market crash about the ramification of greed?  Greed may earn you short-term gain but will get you nowhere in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, if you're a man of integrity (and single), I would love to meet you.  Perhaps, you can help restore my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Dear boys, I apologize for the slight bashing.  Just needed to rant about those serious offenders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7352299506222332848?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7352299506222332848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7352299506222332848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7352299506222332848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7352299506222332848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5441220169600178572</id><published>2009-01-21T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:11:28.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip of the day - remembering dates</title><content type='html'>SO's new man, Mr. Audi, has a neat trick for making it easy to remember significant dates.  He took her out on their first date on new year's day.  He recently planted his first kiss on her on one of the most significant day in modern history, Obama's inauguration day.  He purposedly timed the kiss on that day - so that he shall never forget a significant event on a significant day.  How clever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5441220169600178572?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5441220169600178572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5441220169600178572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5441220169600178572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5441220169600178572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/tip-of-day-remembering-dates.html' title='Tip of the day - remembering dates'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-718887344348984012</id><published>2009-01-20T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:51:34.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we can!</title><content type='html'>A shout-out to the true inspiration, Mr. President Obama and of course First Lady Michelle.  Everytime I watch the duo on tv, they put a smile on my face.  I enjoy the dynamics between them.  Mr. President is cool in my books because he often acknowledged the strength and support of his wife - plus I like how she put him in his place too and he chuckled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the ultimate "it" couple!  Wishing you the very best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-718887344348984012?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/718887344348984012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=718887344348984012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/718887344348984012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/718887344348984012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes, we can!'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8104507911913064110</id><published>2009-01-19T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:24:39.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love advice</title><content type='html'>Since the new year, concerned folks have been offering me their advices on finding romance.  The list so fars consist of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Set the mood/intention&lt;br /&gt;    -  Read romance novels&lt;br /&gt;    -  Watch romantic movies&lt;br /&gt;    -  Wear red especially undergarments &lt;em&gt;[waiting for post V-sale to stock up]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  Wear rose quartz after either washing it under full moon or alternatively placed in freezer overnight&lt;br /&gt;    -  Wear a red string around the hips (if not wearing red garments or undergarments)&lt;br /&gt;    -  Replace artwork of single object with artwork featuring couples or beautiful things (in pairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Go&lt;br /&gt;    -  To remote mining town in Australia where there is a serious shortage of women&lt;br /&gt;    -  To Alaska (land of Sarah Palin - yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;    -  To Las Vegas (to catch a whale?)   &lt;br /&gt;    -  To a particular diner in Abbotsford - where the construction crew hangs out&lt;br /&gt;    -  To certain local grocery stores at certain time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Do&lt;br /&gt;    -  Join a male-oriented activity group - e.g. running club [&lt;em&gt;I would be literally chasing men then because for the life of me, I can't run fast&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;    -  Participate in a yoga retreat [&lt;em&gt;apparently this is where I will find my true love in the form of a man - not just my true love in the form of yoga&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;    -  Volunteer with political endeavours - &lt;em&gt;go Red!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  Attend professional networking events   &lt;br /&gt;    -  Do sports - manly ones not the girly ones that I usually go for&lt;br /&gt;    -  Chat to neighbours?  [&lt;em&gt;maybe not in my neighbourhood&lt;/em&gt;]   &lt;br /&gt;    -  Take a class (not a girly one - of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt the above list (at least the ones that are feasible) and shall report on the results accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8104507911913064110?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8104507911913064110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8104507911913064110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8104507911913064110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8104507911913064110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-advice.html' title='Love advice'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-8233708393920425023</id><published>2009-01-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:05:50.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>I must be very strange to find pleasure in poop conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a whole conversation about colonic over a dinner date and the date actually turned out to be one of the better dates that I had been on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still attending Mr. Asthanga's yoga classes, we would spend time after class having pleasant conversation about cow dung and the poop system.  I still have a crush on Mr. Asthanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a funny conversation about how the toilet flushes with a Kiwi - whom I don't even know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm - I guess I am just comfortable talking about poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-8233708393920425023?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/8233708393920425023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=8233708393920425023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8233708393920425023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/8233708393920425023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3367308849193434948</id><published>2009-01-15T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:24:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-veiling</title><content type='html'>I have been writing about other people's business for more than a month now and I have not shared any of my own &lt;em&gt;sordid &lt;/em&gt;tale (not fair, right?).  I am a big fan of &lt;em&gt;realness &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;rawness&lt;/em&gt; in people and I do always keep a defensive veil over mine.  So, with this post, I am unveiling my own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two years ago, the guy that I adored (note the past tense) told me one day that we were not compatible (this was after an extended period of &lt;em&gt;hanging out&lt;/em&gt;).  Of course, I was devastated.  I went through the laundry list of "not good enough" in my head - not pretty enough, not smart enough, not successful enough, my hair was not straight enough, etc.  Trust me, the list that went through my head over and over again was long.  At that time, I even felt as if I was unworthy for the air that I breathed (yes, not only was I neurotic, I was dramatic too but only in the inside).  Having lost faith in mankind (due to those three words &lt;em&gt;- we weren't compatible&lt;/em&gt;), I started spending lots of time at the yoga studio where hours of yoga practice and inspirational words of many kind teachers helped me celebrate my own divinity as I do today.  Sometimes we do have to go through the dark and stormy to get to the happy and sunny place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wish I could say that I have fully healed;  I am for most times but the odd times, those insecurities do still creep up.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3367308849193434948?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3367308849193434948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3367308849193434948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3367308849193434948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3367308849193434948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-veiling.html' title='Un-veiling'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2606790863114295641</id><published>2009-01-14T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:13:41.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six degree of romance</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, I met Ninja (a guy on a work holiday visa from Japan) at my capoeira class.  He was a cool capoeira friend.  Years later, I introduced Ninja (who had since moved back to Japan) to Curly Sue - who at that time was moving to Japan to teach English.  I just heard from CS that Ninja has fallen for one of her friends whom she recently introduced to Ninja.  Aww - I would like to think I have a part in connecting those romance dots (&amp;amp; the rule of karma will in turn bring love karma to me now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2606790863114295641?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2606790863114295641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2606790863114295641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2606790863114295641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2606790863114295641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/six-degree-of-romance.html' title='Six degree of romance'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7931133442355114121</id><published>2009-01-13T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:34:18.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MODF</title><content type='html'>I teased Miss MM about her Rainbow Club encounter but I think to be fair, I should talk about my previous title of Queen MODF (MODF = Make-out on the Dance Floor) that I reigned when I was living in Toronto six years ago.  (That title had been long long retired). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends in TO coined that moniker for me because at that time, we all went out every weekends to clubs and bars.  I would get bored, had a few drinks more than I should, and entertained myself by succumbing to random make-out sessions on the dancefloor.  I once even picked up a guy and made out with him - simply due to the fact that he was friends with the guy from work that I was crushing on.  Nothing more than MODF happened - I was as prudish back then as I still am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...memories of fun times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MODF no longer happens here - occasionally resurfaced when out of the country]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7931133442355114121?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7931133442355114121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7931133442355114121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7931133442355114121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7931133442355114121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/modf.html' title='MODF'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3104016564709218894</id><published>2009-01-12T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:06:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden years</title><content type='html'>107 year-old lady in China seeks first husband to care for her in hope of relieving the burden of caring for her from her nieces and nephews.  This leads me to wonder how the Human Resources department would react if I request to replace the standard pension clause with the "find a husband" clause in my employment contract for retirement planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28618163?GT1=43001" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28618163?GT1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3104016564709218894?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3104016564709218894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3104016564709218894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3104016564709218894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3104016564709218894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-years.html' title='Golden years'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4236204218062474079</id><published>2009-01-11T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:17:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere, anytime</title><content type='html'>Miss Men Magnet (MM) showed us ladies that there is no shortage of guys to have fun with as long as you gaze, smile, and dance (although I'm pretty sure there are more skills required than that).  Miss MM seems to be meeting men everywhere, including at the Rainbow Club - where gentlemen prefer gentlemen. Chatted by a guy at Rainbow Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MM:  Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;    Guy:  No, are you?&lt;br /&gt;    MM:  No, ok let's go dance (&amp;amp; make out later - the last bit was not verbalised but communicated by the gaze of intent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4236204218062474079?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4236204218062474079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4236204218062474079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4236204218062474079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4236204218062474079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/anywhere-anytime.html' title='Anywhere, anytime'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7608752139987762426</id><published>2009-01-10T15:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:15:00.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike a Pose</title><content type='html'>Last night, KS and I, were at a bar enjoying music by the local band.  Spotted was a cute photographer taking pictures of the band, the venue and people (in general).  Thinking that the camera was pointed at our direction, KS &amp;amp; I, immediately went into pose mode &amp;amp; posed for the photographer.  Later we realized that the photographer wasn't taking a picture of us but of the audience in general - how embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7608752139987762426?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7608752139987762426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7608752139987762426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7608752139987762426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7608752139987762426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/strike-pose.html' title='Strike a Pose'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2172907271935785409</id><published>2009-01-09T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:41:33.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Planning a possible girls trip to New York brought back the memory of this funny story.  Five years ago, I went to NYC with two girls and we were on full party mode then.  We even took short one hour naps from 11 pm to midnight just before we went out dancing.  One night, we went to this super fun club where the music was good, men were plenty &amp;amp; friendly, and dancing was awesome.  I never felt that desired (by men) ever in my life (even till today).  I quickly figured out the best strategy was to just pick one guy and let him shush the other guys away.  I was so tired that night I ended up falling asleep at the club while waiting for my friends who were flirting the night away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2172907271935785409?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2172907271935785409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2172907271935785409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2172907271935785409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2172907271935785409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2171534945783779940</id><published>2009-01-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:55:47.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five</title><content type='html'>After thinking long and hard, these are the five men I will bring with me to the deserted island:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Chef Govind Armstrong - he can make me his famous grilled cheese sandwiches everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Lenny Kravitz - someone to serenade me in the hammock.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Anderson Cooper - someone to stimulate my mind with world events.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Mr. Asthanga - I need a workout after all the grilled cheese sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Ricky Gervais - I need a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your five?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2171534945783779940?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2171534945783779940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2171534945783779940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2171534945783779940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2171534945783779940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-five.html' title='My Five'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2700592957905530675</id><published>2009-01-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:14:11.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary Party Behaviours</title><content type='html'>Boy Wonder thoroughly enjoys showing up at parties in nothing but his tightie-whities and proudly parades around in his attire (or lack of).  Others may be uncomfortable but his girlfriend (who has a great sense of humour) enjoys every moment of it.  It sure doesn't hurt that BW is built like Hercules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre Girl, who was angered by the lack of attention paid by her boyfriend, decided to pop in a workout dvd and started during abdominal workout in the middle of a party.  How bizarre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2700592957905530675?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2700592957905530675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2700592957905530675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2700592957905530675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2700592957905530675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/extraordinary-party-behaviours.html' title='Extraordinary Party Behaviours'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-335519895243196063</id><published>2009-01-06T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:13:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roles reversal</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Overheard - a conversation between two friends, Love Sick Boy (LSB) and Steak Girl (SG - a self-picked moniker).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LSB&lt;/em&gt;:  I recently met a girl at the gym and I really like her.  I think we connect at all levels:  physically, emotionally, and intellectually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG&lt;/em&gt;:   Wow - that's great.  Do you have a picture of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LSB&lt;/em&gt;:  That's us during Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[LSB showing SG pictures of him and his new girl&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG&lt;/em&gt;:  She's way cuter than what I expected.  If you've met a girl who's cute and who's into you too, why so glum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LSB&lt;/em&gt;:  Well, I think she may still have a boyfriend back home.  Plus, she'll leave eventually after the summer.  One of us are going to get hurt - and it sucks to think that I will be the one hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SG&lt;/em&gt;:  Hmm, too bad.  Well, sucks to be you then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I laughed so hard at SG's brutal honesty - sometimes you need a friend to just tell you like it is.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-335519895243196063?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/335519895243196063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=335519895243196063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/335519895243196063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/335519895243196063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/roles-reversal.html' title='Roles reversal'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7170272476656017960</id><published>2009-01-05T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:17:18.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Diet</title><content type='html'>Bombarded by diet and online dating ads post new year, I can't help but share my two cents on the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junk Food&lt;/em&gt; - Junk Food men are smooth, sexy, and hot.  They say the right thing, look the right way, and oh so charming.  However, Junk Food men will give you a heart problem and cancer which eventually leads to ill feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healthy Vegetable/Fruit&lt;/em&gt; - Not the most appealing at first, but extremely good for you. May take a while to get used to but in the long run, gives you the best fuel to live life on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinful Dessert&lt;/em&gt; - Well, the Dessert Men just go straight to your hips. Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7170272476656017960?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7170272476656017960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7170272476656017960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7170272476656017960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7170272476656017960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/men-diet.html' title='Men Diet'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-1896729279690848144</id><published>2009-01-04T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:37:38.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pommes Frites</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine took his date to a fine dining establishment.  Upon looking at the menu, she said "Wow, this must be a real fancy place because they serve apple fries." [referring to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pommes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frites&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/1185891436148267218-1896729279690848144?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/1896729279690848144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=1896729279690848144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1896729279690848144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1896729279690848144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/pommes-frites.html' title='Pommes Frites'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5263883580155735070</id><published>2009-01-03T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:26:17.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Goldilocks</title><content type='html'>Last night in Vancouver, Mr. Goldilocks was dragged by five lovely young ladies to the local pub for drinks, laughs, and not-so-subtle men-gawking. Mr. Goldilocks, who prefers gentlemen to ladies, was chatted up by a few young ladies at the pub. Meanwhile, the five lovely young ladies were left to their own devices - unapproached by men. Sigh....time for a miracle, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5263883580155735070?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5263883580155735070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5263883580155735070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5263883580155735070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5263883580155735070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-goldilocks.html' title='Mr. Goldilocks'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185891436148267218.post-2885990656098828895</id><published>2009-01-02T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:20:49.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of Austen-ism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Tis only the second day of a brand new year and I have already decided that I have a serious case of &lt;em&gt;Austenism&lt;/em&gt;.  Austenism is a disease of the mind which affects judgement of and interaction with male human species.  Symptoms include overindulgence in the pleasure of witty banters, swifness in deeming most men as insufferable creatures (&amp;amp; vice versa - most men find me insufferable as well), and a case of hopeless romantic idealism.  These are typical traits of the heroine in most of Jane Austen novels, as well as, the alleged life story of the writer herself.  The writer, whom died a spinster, gave her heroines the romantic happy endings which she was not blessed with in her life.  Will my case of Austenism be one alike that of the character or of the author?  Will I have my happy ending or am I destined to give every character his/her happy ending by the power of my pen?&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/1185891436148267218-2885990656098828895?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2885990656098828895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2885990656098828895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2885990656098828895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2885990656098828895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/case-of-austen-ism.html' title='A case of Austen-ism'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-4593935005138982374</id><published>2009-01-01T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:00:14.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>No snogging last night (sigh). Santa forgot all about my gift (I must have been naughty although I thought I had been very very good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the new year, I will resolve the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace my neuroticism with grace (inner &amp;amp; outer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find bliss in my reality (no more dreamland even though everyone is much much accepting of me in my dreamland).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have faith &amp;amp; surrender (very very testing - faith is wearing too thin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow my own divinity to shine shine shine (no matter what)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus more on commonalities over differences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-4593935005138982374?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/4593935005138982374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=4593935005138982374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4593935005138982374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/4593935005138982374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7074933985103454391</id><published>2008-12-31T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:08:29.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Sigh - fun season is almost over.  I wish this is just another ordinary day without the usual "hoopla".  When I started this blog, I was hoping to document my feverish adventures but base on the current rate that I am going, there will be no stories to tell.  I will, however, write the tales that others agreed to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny one from my sweet friend, Ms. Perseverance (now Mrs. Happily Ever After).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Perseverance invited Mr. Online over to her place for a movie.  They had went on two or three dates prior to this particular movie date.  Ms. P excused herself to the kitchen to get popcorn.  Upon returning to the living room, she noticed that Mr.O had stripped down to nothing but his leopard-print thong!  (This sound absurd but it was a true tale.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7074933985103454391?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7074933985103454391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7074933985103454391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7074933985103454391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7074933985103454391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5140411520307967350</id><published>2008-12-30T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:20:15.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive?</title><content type='html'>Enough with the sappy sweet romantic tales, I am back to writing more relatable dating tales.  This one hails all the way from Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slutty Man (whoa - how judgemental of me), a friend of my cousin, recently met a local girl at a bar in Shanghai.  SM took the girl back to his hotel room and had a one-night stand.  The morning after, the girl asked SM "so, will you buy me a car?"  SM was undoubtedly surprised - perhaps he should have gotten to know the girl better before taking her back for some fun in the sack.  Apparently, it is quite common for girls in Shanghai to ask their dates for luxury material goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS - Expecting free coffee on a first date isn't all that much to ask for - is it now? &lt;/em&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5140411520307967350?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5140411520307967350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5140411520307967350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5140411520307967350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5140411520307967350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive?'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-1946840683871465205</id><published>2008-12-29T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:41:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match Point-ers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Much thanks to guest-blogger, SO, for keeping this blog going during the holidays.  After a few days of being six years old again at my parents' - doing nothing more than watching Love Actually &amp;amp; Bridget Jones' Diary while stuffing myself with christmas treats, I am back to my blogging shenanigans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard at a Christmas party were two fascinating dating tales involving tennis instructors.  A quiet forty-something daughter of a family friend, Introverted Pharmacist, who had a fairly inactive dating history recently got engaged to her tennis instructor.  IP took up tennis not too long ago and lo &amp;amp; behold was swept away by her tall good-looking tennis instructor.  Talk about luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another forty-something divorcee not only married her tennis instructor, Tennis Millionaire, but also received a $1,000,000 GIC (term deposit for the non-Canadians) from her new husband to assure her that he didn't marry her for her wealth.  Surprising that this actually happened in my home city but I triple-checked that the story is indeed true - not just an urban myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's in the plans for the summer for yours truly - yes, tennis lessons.  Time to dust of the tennis racket from the long-haired Andre Agassi days (wow - that's ages ago) and bust some balls (the yellow fuzzy kind - of course ;p).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-1946840683871465205?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/1946840683871465205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=1946840683871465205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1946840683871465205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/1946840683871465205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/match-point-ers.html' title='Match Point-ers'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3793234954162890863</id><published>2008-12-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:10:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Days Worth Of Lifes Adventures To Reflect On</title><content type='html'>I have been given the task of maintaining this daily blog whilst others are away from their laptops. I should have written something everyday but have fallen behind. However I will make up for it by writng about a number of different adventures that I have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Dec - Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Was on my way back from the gym in my usual rags thinking about ways to keep certain parts of my anatomy from following the laws of gravity. I was so engrossed in thought that I didn't notice a guy smiling at me and fratically waving to me from the other side of the street. He dashed across and asked me what I was having for dinner that night. To which I smiled (shock reaction) and said "why?"&lt;br /&gt;He just replied " What are you having for dinner tonight? I am having lamb"&lt;br /&gt;I said " oh that is nice for you" Now starting to look a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;I had picked up some water and milk from the local grocery store after the gym session before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I had in my bag and I said " milk and water"&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me if there was anything that I didn't eat and I said "red meat" . His response was so you eat lamb. I said no I don't eat lamb.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation seemed to go on and he told me that he was a chef and had worked all over Europe. He had a pilot's licence and showed me pictures of his plane.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am beginning to wonder what this guy really wants.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it occurs to me that he doesn't really want anything, he is just lonely like so many people in the city.&lt;br /&gt;So my quest begins into the whole world of loneliness and what that means. How the boundaries of loneliness cross the boundaries of love, companionship etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Dec - Adventures Of The Mind&lt;br /&gt;In the elevator (25th Floor) going down for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;A very good specimen of the physical male kind gets into the elevator on the 21th floor.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking "um this is very therapeutic for my eyes.......", it seems as though he is reading my thoughts and smiles. We start talking and get out on the main floor. We carry on chatting in the reception area.&lt;br /&gt;The managers of the building keep interrupting us and I am trying to figure out why. ( They have been very protective of me since I moved into the building on my own)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we exchange phone numbers and carry on in our merry ways.&lt;br /&gt;About a week later I decide to go to work earlier than usual and bump into mr physical and his girlfriend in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;Mr physical totally ignores me but I have a polite conversation with the girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why the managers kept interrupting the conversation the last time.&lt;br /&gt;As am walking to work and am about a block away from the apartment building, Mr physical pulls up and gets out of his car trying to explain the situation to me.&lt;br /&gt;I just say that it is none of my business what he does so he doesn't need to explain anything to me. He still insists.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that at that moment all the attraction that I had felt for him seemed to drain away and he became just another bod.&lt;br /&gt;I think the physical attraction was all in my mind. The adventure was all in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is best kept there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Dec - Adventures Of The Mind &amp;amp; Body?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the beach on a glorious sunny day. Blue skies birds flying around and I am on vacation. How much better could life be.&lt;br /&gt;Guys comes jogging by, turns around and comes back. We start chatting. We have the most incredible conversation about spirituality and non duality etc. We arrange to meet again for a chat about life and the universe. At this point I find this guy very mentally stimulating but not physically attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a few meet ups he invites me to his house on the island. Off course I go and it is absolutely spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;As we are preparing dinner he kisses me. Something quite amazing happens. Anyway one thing leads to another and we have the most incredible night of passion.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that after that night of passion the conversation dries up and the physical side takes over. We meet up on and off for about a month and each time it is just the physical . We try having the deeper conversations but that just does not happen.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the physical is no longer good enough and off I go seeking the both again.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really possible to have the physical and the mental stimulation from the same person at the same time??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3793234954162890863?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3793234954162890863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3793234954162890863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3793234954162890863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3793234954162890863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-days-worth-of-lifes-adventures-to.html' title='A few Days Worth Of Lifes Adventures To Reflect On'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-7743080463268702952</id><published>2008-12-23T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:54:17.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach</title><content type='html'>To foster positivity, I have been encouraged to focus on positive romantic thoughts.  With that sentiment, I hereby share with you a sweet tale of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippie Girl (HG) dragged herself into tutorial room 202A on the first day of the semester.  Sitting beside her was a young fellow who appeared too keen for Economics 401.  Turning to HG, the fellow said "So, what have you heard about the instructor?  I heard he's quite the bore".  HG replied " Yeah, what do you expect in Econ 401 - I'll be surprised if he's anything but a bore".  With that comment, the fellow got out of his seat and walked to the front of the room.  He introduced himself to the class "Hello, I am Mr. Economics - I will be your instructor for this semester".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the tale of how my aunt first met her husband.  They did not fall in love in that instant but they eventually did when Mr. Economics rescued her from a trapped elevator [in the following semester when he was no longer her instructor].  They have been married for almost 30 years and are raising three fine boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this tale, I leave you with hopes (great hopes) and faith in true love.  Romance may be just around the corner (the next page;  the next step; yaddy-yadda). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Yours truly will be soaking up some tlc at mom &amp;amp; dad's over the holidays.  SO (Smooth  Operator) has agreed to guest-blog over the holidays.  Until then -  live, love, laugh.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-7743080463268702952?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/7743080463268702952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=7743080463268702952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7743080463268702952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/7743080463268702952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/teach.html' title='Teach'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3105827870420558221</id><published>2008-12-22T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:32:37.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my name is</title><content type='html'>I don't believe we have been formally introduced.  Hello - my name is BB ("Betty Boop" or "Ball-Buster" - you can pick whichever moniker you see fits).  Relationship status:  single (if that wasn't already obvious to you).  Favourite activities include yoga (the activity as well as the men instructing such activity), laughing (equally good for the mind and the abs), and pretending to be "Carrie Bradshaw" - typing away on my notebook (Microsoft not Apple) in front of my fireplace.  Profession:  one that pays for shoes, yoga, mojito &amp;amp; travel (plus food &amp;amp; shelter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure meet you  - and you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hmm...I wonder how well this intro will fare on an online dating website....]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3105827870420558221?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3105827870420558221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3105827870420558221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3105827870420558221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3105827870420558221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-name-is.html' title='Hello my name is'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-5706053437309936858</id><published>2008-12-21T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:45:33.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy-tale</title><content type='html'>What's a girl stuck at home alone on a snowy day to do but to watch a documentary on princesses.  I dream of being a princess like any other girl (I may be single but I am still normal).  The one princess who stood out is Queen Mary of Denmark.  Queen Mary was a Australian commoner before becoming a real-life fairy-tale princess.  She met the Prince of Denmark at a local pub in Sydney during the 2000 Summer Olympics - she was the one who slipped him her phone number.  How inspiring!  I will start my Olympics training from this day on in preparation for the 2010 Winter Olympics in my home city.  Perhaps, I will meet my own prince then! (I won't mind either if my prince shows up sooner - much sooner)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-5706053437309936858?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/5706053437309936858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=5706053437309936858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5706053437309936858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/5706053437309936858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy-tale'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-6817758356054400627</id><published>2008-12-20T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:37:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Too" syndrome</title><content type='html'>My guy friend forwarded this link to me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/personal/12/18/reasons.you.wont.get.dumped/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/personal/12/18/reasons.you.wont.get.dumped/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my neurotic gear kicked in and now I am obsessively wondering what he was trying to say to me about my state of singleton.  Is my quick-witted comment (or according to my guy friend, my "ball-busting" comment) a male-deterrent?  (I thought it was charming! Ok - maybe the males in my home city aren't receptive to them unlike those Brits.  Plus, those comments are like uncontrollable nervous tics - they just come out of me too naturally.)  Maybe I should really try the "4 hugs 1 jab" formula if I ever want to live to the day that I can change that facebook status which seemed to have stalled in that darn same spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-6817758356054400627?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/6817758356054400627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=6817758356054400627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6817758356054400627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/6817758356054400627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-syndrome.html' title='The &quot;Too&quot; syndrome'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3689664793772656382</id><published>2008-12-19T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:24:59.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy I intent</title><content type='html'>Travel and yoga are two of my favourite things in life (amongst a long list of others which I shall share with you in the near future).  Two years ago when planning my trip to Asia, I found a picture of Mr. Anusara (a shirtless one - swoon!) on a Hong Kong yoga studio website and decided that I should check out his class when visiting HK.  However in HK, I was unable to do any yoga due to conflicting schedules with shopping (yes, this girl got her priority straight).  Disappointedly, I never did meet Mr. Anusara during my short stay in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago while browsing the website of a local yoga studio, I learned that Mr. Anusara will be conducting an intensive yoga workshop in my home city in March 2009.  Of course I marked that workshop weekend down on my 2009 calendar.  While chatting with my friend from HK last night, I found out that she actually attends Mr. Anusara's classes in HK.  I persuaded her to put in a good word with him about me because I plan to marry this guy (as long as he's at least 5'9" because she did mention that he is a bit on the short side). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if the guy I intent will be realized in March...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3689664793772656382?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3689664793772656382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3689664793772656382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3689664793772656382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3689664793772656382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/guy-i-intent.html' title='The guy I intent'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2596567066130343968</id><published>2008-12-18T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:11:47.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingie</title><content type='html'>Recently spotted by Ms. Smooth Operator on the island ferry was her conveyance lawyer, Gingie.  Mr. Gingie, a once red-haired overly-flirtatious lawyer when SO met him over her conveyance case, was no longer red-haired but now styling a dark-brown do.  Also new was the new lady friend he had on his arm.  Way to go, Gingie - what wonders hair colour can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2596567066130343968?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2596567066130343968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2596567066130343968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2596567066130343968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2596567066130343968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingie.html' title='Gingie'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-2007247678009185852</id><published>2008-12-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:24:44.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush - tee hee hee</title><content type='html'>I shamelessly admit that I have a school-girl crush on my substitute yoga teacher, Hot Asthangi. Everytime I am so lucky to run into him, I go beet-red, grinning from ear-to-ear, and embarrassingly go into a silly giggle fit if he converses with me about the universe. Ahh....Hot Asthangi...you can rock my world any time or give me mysore-style adjustment anyday anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-2007247678009185852?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/2007247678009185852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=2007247678009185852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2007247678009185852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/2007247678009185852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/crush-tee-hee-hee.html' title='Crush - tee hee hee'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-439932138866411376</id><published>2008-12-16T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:20:15.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>249 by 2</title><content type='html'>My friend, Killer Smile (who earned the moniker by making men weak in the knees when she flash that killer smile), recently went on a first date with Recessionary Guy whom she met at a party. RG took KS bowling - which I thought was a sweet idea for a first date. After bowling, RG suggested coffee at a Dunkin' Donut type of joint [Personally, I would be more impressed if a guy would suggest a quiant coffee shop instead but hey I have no date - hence what do I know]. They decided on just having coffee and when the cashier rang up the order and asked for $2.49 for the coffees, RG asked if KS would like to split the cost. Yikes! [I know the economy is bad but I thought the chivalry that a guy feels when he pays for a girl's coffee still outweighs the actual cost of coffee. Well, maybe I am still a little bit old-fashion.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Do I really need to explain RG moniker???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-439932138866411376?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/439932138866411376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=439932138866411376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/439932138866411376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/439932138866411376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/249-by-2.html' title='249 by 2'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-366747788412453615</id><published>2008-12-15T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:59:23.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amuse bouche</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I started this blog with the intention to write about my feverish adventures with men but I have not had one adventure of such lately.  Until I have one of my own to share, I shall fill the space with tales of others (who were so kind &amp;amp; generous to share).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On afternoon after a work conference, Train Girl (TG) who was waiting for her usual train home (hence the moniker TG) was greeted by a stranger who came up to her to compliment her on her beauty.  The stranger, MD, was not shy in letting TG know that her presence had taken his breath away [I swear I didn't copy this from the page of some cheesy romance novel - I am just writing this as it was told to me].  Shy TG was slightly taken aback but was encouraged by the flattery- enough to have a conversation with MD for the whole ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely conversation on the train ride led to two pleasant dates over coffee and drinks.  At the end of the second date, MD asked if he could kiss TG but TG declined as she was not ready for the kiss [Note to self - do not snog guys too soon to achieve air of mystery].   They ended the evening with an innocent hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third date over dinner, MD asked to kiss TG again and TG declined again.  This prompted MD to question TG on her lack of touch with her femine side which he relates to her refusal to kiss him [Dude - maybe the girl just wasn't into snogging you].  TG just brushed off that comment - true to her good manners.  MD proceeded to comment on how beautiful TG's breasts are and how much he was longing to touch her lovely thighs [over dinner at a restaurant in public!].  Awkward!  TG was a sweet girl who politely sat through the end of the date in utter awkwardness.  What would you have done if your date made such overt sexual declaration of your treasures on a third date in public?  Would you go on another with Mr. I-love-to-verbalize-my-sexual-thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-366747788412453615?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/366747788412453615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=366747788412453615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/366747788412453615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/366747788412453615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/amuse-bouche.html' title='Amuse bouche'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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-1185891436148267218.post-3341549810416998536</id><published>2008-12-02T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:27:34.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning loins</title><content type='html'>"Burning loins" - two words, one phrase, which had kept me amused for days.  A psychotherapist may interpret my state of mind as having lack of real concerns or merely seeing past the elephant in the room - a problem society quaintly termed as status "single".  I have no issue of my status at this moment;  I may be as bold as to admit that I am happy at the moment (God forbid that society finds out that "single" can be happy - I may be stoned for debunking the myth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the most of what I am  and my state of being at any given moment - I hit any ball that the universe sends my way with my best might.    I am happy with my own company as much as I am happy with the company of others.  I am happy with or without a partner in life - I simply make the most of my human experience as a spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the first entry of a blog sets the tone for what's to come, then this blog will be happy, hot, wild &amp;amp; adventurous - because I manage to include "burning loins", "stoned", &amp;amp; "ball" in one blog entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185891436148267218-3341549810416998536?l=iloveburningloins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/feeds/3341549810416998536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185891436148267218&amp;postID=3341549810416998536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3341549810416998536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185891436148267218/posts/default/3341549810416998536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveburningloins.blogspot.com/2008/12/burning-loins.html' title='Burning loins'/><author><name>BB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05236781928447770168</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>
