<?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-3547069536316768156</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:52:54.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's not the end of the world as we know it.... I hope.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>569</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2736050622854408940</id><published>2010-10-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:48:09.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog: What a gay wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://manhuntdaily.com/files/josh-wald-male-model-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 542px;" src="http://manhuntdaily.com/files/josh-wald-male-model-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatagaywants.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a gay wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-2736050622854408940?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2736050622854408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2736050622854408940&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2736050622854408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2736050622854408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-gay-wants.html' title='My New Blog: What a gay wants'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8827850290303408482</id><published>2010-10-09T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:12:19.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I honestly don't know if this is a return. Perhaps I should create a new blog, since Fixing My Life just doesn't cut it from me. This blogs helped at the worst time of my life, when I felt so lonely. Now I just need a fresh start, since so much has happened. I need a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-8827850290303408482?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8827850290303408482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8827850290303408482&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8827850290303408482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8827850290303408482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh start'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3420450713427446857</id><published>2010-02-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:48:16.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My relationship with this blog is complicated. It almost seems that when things improve, I just wanna get away from it. I know, it's bad for the ones who enjoy reading me, so I'll try to correct that. So, about my day... Work all morning and I've been answering to a couple e-mails that readers sent me and now I'm going to the cinema and then I have a dinner with some very cool and a bit weird friends. But what I'm really looking for is Saturday. Finally I'll meet a guy that I've been chatting with for almost one month - a friend of a friend of mine. Really cool guy. It's been months since I met someone, so, let's see how it goes.&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/3547069536316768156-3420450713427446857?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3420450713427446857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3420450713427446857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3420450713427446857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3420450713427446857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/point-of-situation.html' title='Point of situation'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2613521574599302551</id><published>2010-01-26T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:59:29.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anguish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pq8quQSs1_U/SxRB9455dII/AAAAAAAAASE/D_nTTq57eTA/s1600/01_48_29_mccartney-bp-anguish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 700px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pq8quQSs1_U/SxRB9455dII/AAAAAAAAASE/D_nTTq57eTA/s1600/01_48_29_mccartney-bp-anguish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two dark omens. The pieces start to fall... One by one, all the fears are unleashed. You're alone and all you're left with is your emptiness and sadness.&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/3547069536316768156-2613521574599302551?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2613521574599302551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2613521574599302551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2613521574599302551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2613521574599302551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/anguish.html' title='Anguish'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pq8quQSs1_U/SxRB9455dII/AAAAAAAAASE/D_nTTq57eTA/s72-c/01_48_29_mccartney-bp-anguish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1805164088454337632</id><published>2009-12-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:36:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break from holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty funny, but now that I'm on holidays it seems I have fewer time to spend here than I used to have when I was working on a daily basis. Well, let's cut to the chase. Big moments from these past months? Hum, dunno. Maybe finally entering in a gay disco, and damn, what an experience that was... Besides that, not much stuff I guess. I'm still alone and more skeptic than ever of meeting someone special and in a few weeks I'll have to spend Christmas with my family. It maybe my last one, since in January I'll be financially independent. Let's see...&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/3547069536316768156-1805164088454337632?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1805164088454337632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1805164088454337632&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1805164088454337632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1805164088454337632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-from-holidays.html' title='Break from holidays'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6577581113464678286</id><published>2009-11-20T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:23:09.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, it's true. I'm back to this blog. For these past months I've been away. I'm sorry for those who stopped by and didn't find anything to read. Why was this blog silent? Well, first of all I was on a tough spot due to my studies for these past weeks. And second, hum, there is no second. I imagined that I wouldn't have much to tell, but little things did happened. I hope I can tell most of them in the next days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm more free to write and to get back on my daily life. Take care all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-6577581113464678286?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6577581113464678286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6577581113464678286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6577581113464678286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6577581113464678286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m back'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3850847519197430735</id><published>2009-11-10T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:25:05.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And</title><content type='html'>I'll be back next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-3850847519197430735?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3850847519197430735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3850847519197430735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3850847519197430735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3850847519197430735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/and.html' title='And'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4739116818613473892</id><published>2009-07-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:48:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And death will be no more, death thou shalt die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent 6 days in London. It was a wonderful time, just loved the city. I didn't feel so good with myself in a while, at peace with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived, started gearing up for a big decision in my life, working towards that, something that will take months and it will require much concentration, strength and study to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you want to focus just on your work and rely on your calm and supportive personal life. When you don't have it, you at least focus on just calm life and forget everything else. However, problems have a way to find you, to haunt you down, you can't escape them. Karma is a bitch. When it gets you, it gets you at the fucking worse time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about leaving this blog with the picture of London, since I was spending these months at home, studying with nothing to tell. I don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog at specially difficult moment of my life, as you may remember. Again, I'm facing a new challenge. There's differences now, from then. Then I didn't have any friends who I could tell what was going on my life, now is different. But one thing is the same, I must face the problems alone and figure out my life for myself. There is just no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I felt sentimental. Ironically, it happens when I wanted to box as much emotions as possible to focus on my work and studies. What can I do? Fixing our lives can be as much hard as fixing your soul. It requires a lonely and long work. There will be scars that will persist forever, parts of your soul that will never know the true meaning of the word happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what life reserves for me. I am privileged to have seen what I have in this short and ephemerous life. Only God knows, what lays ahead for me. For now, I can only think and decide what to do, despite knowing that either way things won't be easy and that ultimately, my work will be compromised. There's no turning back however. I will have a crappy night. A miserable night. Maybe my soul will be washed, but I hope tomorrow will be a new day. Even if the problems won't go away, even if they get worse, I'll still be here, I hope, fighting another day, supported by my favorite poetry line ever: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-4739116818613473892?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4739116818613473892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4739116818613473892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4739116818613473892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4739116818613473892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-death-will-be-no-more-death-thou.html' title='And death will be no more, death thou shalt die'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5947778651252417379</id><published>2009-07-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:18:53.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://designando.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/london-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://designando.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/london-2.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-5947778651252417379?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5947778651252417379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5947778651252417379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5947778651252417379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5947778651252417379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4582377555242088965</id><published>2009-07-07T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:08:14.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6c1-qjsrY6s/ScBS8DOJTJI/AAAAAAAACgk/swez-uewimw/s1600/1211467545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6c1-qjsrY6s/ScBS8DOJTJI/AAAAAAAACgk/swez-uewimw/s1600/1211467545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-4582377555242088965?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4582377555242088965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4582377555242088965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4582377555242088965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4582377555242088965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/cody.html' title='Cody'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6c1-qjsrY6s/ScBS8DOJTJI/AAAAAAAACgk/swez-uewimw/s72-c/1211467545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6990687400915945746</id><published>2009-06-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:01:47.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Lawful Neutral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popculturebuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/james-bond-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.popculturebuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/james-bond-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Called the "Judge" or "Disciplined" alignment, a lawful neutral character typically believes strongly in Lawful concepts such as honor, order, rules and tradition, and often follows a personal code. A lawful neutral society would typically enforce strict laws to maintain social order, and place a high value on traditions and historical precedent. Examples of lawful neutral characters might include a soldier who always follows orders, a judge or enforcer that adheres mercilessly to the word of the law, or a disciplined monk. Characters of this alignment are neutral with regard to good and evil. This does not mean that lawful neutral characters are amoral or immoral, or do not have a moral compass; but simply that their moral considerations come a distant second to what their code, tradition or law dictates. They typically have a strong ethical code, but it is primarily guided by their system of belief, not by a commitment to good or evil. James Bond is a commonly cited lawful neutral character.&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/3547069536316768156-6990687400915945746?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6990687400915945746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6990687400915945746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6990687400915945746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6990687400915945746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-lawful-neutral.html' title='I&apos;m a Lawful Neutral'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2335570506070706325</id><published>2009-06-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:47:36.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I live constantly under two Gods, two extreme poles. Both seek aggressively the control of my will and actions. The irrational, tense and sexual pole and the over rational and skeptical pole of life. Where are the moderates when I need them...&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/3547069536316768156-2335570506070706325?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2335570506070706325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2335570506070706325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2335570506070706325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2335570506070706325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts_4781.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-63197095071772355</id><published>2009-06-16T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:38:38.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After so many years studying the finish line is already in the horizon. Instead of the joy of the end is close, the terror of what's ahead and the good things we leave behind suddenly are erupting violently.&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/3547069536316768156-63197095071772355?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/63197095071772355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=63197095071772355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/63197095071772355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/63197095071772355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts_2232.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6871647544693045269</id><published>2009-06-16T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:37:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes you just know you will regret it in the next morning. It's as clear as a blue sky. You know that sleeping with that guy will end badly, after an incredible night of sex, but you know you can't avoid it. It's a matter of time before it happens. How do you prepare meanwhile?&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/3547069536316768156-6871647544693045269?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6871647544693045269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6871647544693045269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6871647544693045269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6871647544693045269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts_16.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2515676522570738244</id><published>2009-06-16T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:35:49.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How is it possible to be really interested in a person after just two dates? Seriously, people are so desperate these days for a relationship. And people call me freak... Please...&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/3547069536316768156-2515676522570738244?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2515676522570738244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2515676522570738244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2515676522570738244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2515676522570738244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1845765210213445020</id><published>2009-06-10T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:22:23.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Låt den rätte komma in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sgnewwave.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cartaz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 691px; height: 969px;" src="http://www.sgnewwave.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cartaz1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-1845765210213445020?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1845765210213445020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1845765210213445020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1845765210213445020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1845765210213445020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/lat-den-ratte-komma-in.html' title='Låt den rätte komma in'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1613652901769197133</id><published>2009-06-04T17:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:25:40.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.askmen.com/photos/sam-worthington/83881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 490px;" src="http://images.askmen.com/photos/sam-worthington/83881.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt; was again the cute cyborg. Although I enjoy in general Christian Bale roles, he doesn't quite pulls this one off. I'm not a Terminator fan, but the movie does poorly in terms of getting a good story. Sure it has nice special effects, but other than that... (only Sam Worthington).&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/3547069536316768156-1613652901769197133?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1613652901769197133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1613652901769197133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1613652901769197133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1613652901769197133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/terminator.html' title='Terminator'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3840168835732634405</id><published>2009-06-04T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:22:32.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, movie night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Terminator-salvation-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 445px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/Terminator-salvation-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-3840168835732634405?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3840168835732634405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3840168835732634405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3840168835732634405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3840168835732634405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/tonight-movie-night.html' title='Tonight, movie night'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-9207294461445730907</id><published>2009-06-02T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:41:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Karen Walker: Lord. Would you look at these people. Why anybody would choose to be homeless is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;Jack McFarland: Karen, nobody chooses to be homeless. It's because they did something bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-9207294461445730907?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9207294461445730907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=9207294461445730907&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/9207294461445730907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/9207294461445730907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah....'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4750995540848172062</id><published>2009-06-01T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:32:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Magnet</title><content type='html'>Seriously? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-4750995540848172062?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4750995540848172062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4750995540848172062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4750995540848172062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4750995540848172062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/psycho-magnet.html' title='Psycho Magnet'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7064826127125247969</id><published>2009-05-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:05:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem of a six-pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must confess that I couldn't resist but to smile when I read these &lt;a href="http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-pack.html"&gt;recent comments &lt;/a&gt;on my post about Rep. Aaron Schock six pack. I don't know what's worse for them: If I like him because he's just hot or because I support his policies. Maybe it's just because there aren't any smart, hot democrats in congress nowadays, who knows... And I must add, be glad I don't discuss politics on this blog, you may realize that on some subjects, I can have, how to put it, a strong opinion...&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/3547069536316768156-7064826127125247969?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7064826127125247969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7064826127125247969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7064826127125247969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7064826127125247969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/problem-of-six-pack.html' title='The problem of a six-pack'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2469590066312303842</id><published>2009-05-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:50:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog has been blank for a few days, due to the huge amount of work that I have. I'm a bit better now, so I think I'll be able to slowly return.&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/3547069536316768156-2469590066312303842?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2469590066312303842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2469590066312303842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2469590066312303842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2469590066312303842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8035047906670333453</id><published>2009-05-21T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:13:25.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7XbSPeEEzI/Sgm3qaAnInI/AAAAAAAACbw/yFeflZIuQGQ/s1600/n1297194210_30099868_5837760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7XbSPeEEzI/Sgm3qaAnInI/AAAAAAAACbw/yFeflZIuQGQ/s1600/n1297194210_30099868_5837760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-8035047906670333453?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8035047906670333453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8035047906670333453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8035047906670333453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8035047906670333453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/latin-sea.html' title='Latin Sea'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s7XbSPeEEzI/Sgm3qaAnInI/AAAAAAAACbw/yFeflZIuQGQ/s72-c/n1297194210_30099868_5837760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-55376092901636407</id><published>2009-05-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:53:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lars Von Trier - Antichrist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.splattlog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/antichrist_firstimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 339px;" src="http://www.splattlog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/antichrist_firstimage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-55376092901636407?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/55376092901636407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=55376092901636407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/55376092901636407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/55376092901636407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/lars-von-trier-antichrist.html' title='Lars Von Trier - Antichrist'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6755746656185076653</id><published>2009-05-17T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:56:22.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies in the shadow of the statue?</title><content type='html'>Ille qui nos omnes servabit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-6755746656185076653?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6755746656185076653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6755746656185076653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6755746656185076653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6755746656185076653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-lies-in-shadow-of-statue.html' title='What lies in the shadow of the statue?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-674990462919724210</id><published>2009-05-16T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:16:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gaytimes.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 872px; height: 1150px;" src="http://gaytimes.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/image004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-674990462919724210?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/674990462919724210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=674990462919724210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/674990462919724210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/674990462919724210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/greek.html' title='Greek'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1436283139487556027</id><published>2009-05-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:22:45.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miamihost.net/ims/u/luke/todos/49c85d2c64ec9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 775px;" src="http://www.miamihost.net/ims/u/luke/todos/49c85d2c64ec9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-1436283139487556027?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1436283139487556027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1436283139487556027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1436283139487556027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1436283139487556027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; White'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2633328417711344366</id><published>2009-05-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:43:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;"(...) Amidst so much death there was a need to assert the flame of their lives. For them both, it was a miracle to explore each other's body by touch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-2633328417711344366?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2633328417711344366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2633328417711344366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2633328417711344366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2633328417711344366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6450480226578010926</id><published>2009-05-09T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:30:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work overload</title><content type='html'>Work overload, work overload and work overload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-6450480226578010926?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6450480226578010926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6450480226578010926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6450480226578010926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6450480226578010926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-overload.html' title='Work overload'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-159023394695740985</id><published>2009-05-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:29:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I managed to reach Friday, exhausted of course, but I did manage it. But everything remains the same. Next week, is another round full of work. I already have a headache only imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, besides work I can only tell about my dinner with my friend the intern and his boyfriend. It was really nice, they're a great couple. And they managed to distract me from the terrible work I was having.&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/3547069536316768156-159023394695740985?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/159023394695740985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=159023394695740985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/159023394695740985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/159023394695740985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/week_09.html' title='Week'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6280910499761464940</id><published>2009-05-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:23:59.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even describe the week I'm having. So much work. I don't know if I'll be able to reach the deadlines until Friday. I hope so. Sorry guys, but I'm overloaded now. As soon as I have some free time to spare, I'll be back.&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/3547069536316768156-6280910499761464940?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6280910499761464940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6280910499761464940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6280910499761464940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6280910499761464940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Life'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-394132570679072889</id><published>2009-05-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:03:23.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/shippychick/Jamie/Jamiearmssm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 1053px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/shippychick/Jamie/Jamiearmssm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.squarehippies.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/johnathan_schaech1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-394132570679072889?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/394132570679072889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=394132570679072889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/394132570679072889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/394132570679072889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction.html' title='The world is not enough'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/shippychick/Jamie/th_Jamiearmssm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6387228805595543884</id><published>2009-05-01T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:55:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just popped in my head</title><content type='html'>Fuckability scale. I must explore this new tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-6387228805595543884?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6387228805595543884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6387228805595543884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6387228805595543884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6387228805595543884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-just-popped-in-my-head.html' title='It just popped in my head'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5139613091986544881</id><published>2009-05-01T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:54:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to play a game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My only "relationship" fell apart because I felt bored and sick of all that stuff (besides not being really into him and other things...), but I realize that if I enter a new one now, the same thing can happen again. Why? Because I don't want a relationship, I want a sequence of games. I enjoy the thrill of the chase and not the maintenance of the prize. I'm the jigsaw of relationships. I try to advise people that I'm not a recommendable person for a boyfriend and I'm not kidding when I say this.&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/3547069536316768156-5139613091986544881?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5139613091986544881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5139613091986544881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5139613091986544881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5139613091986544881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-play-game.html' title='I want to play a game'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3619931712097495223</id><published>2009-05-01T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:47:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend the intern and this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My good friend the intern is a daily reader of this blog, but he choses to never talk about this subject with me. In part, I must thank him. It makes it much easier to me to write in here. And by the way, I'm still waiting for his invitation to meet him and your plus one. Obviously will the a big moment for me and I will have to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way. I need to correct an information. His boyfriend is actually quite fit and he found it really amusing my overweight guess. It wasn't a nice moment for me, but he assured  me he's not upset, and I believe him obviously.&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/3547069536316768156-3619931712097495223?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3619931712097495223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3619931712097495223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3619931712097495223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3619931712097495223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-friend-intern-and-this-blog.html' title='My friend the intern and this blog'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3405371985425098341</id><published>2009-05-01T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:37:25.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One small step or one giant mistake</title><content type='html'>After some homework, I managed to discover the nurse Facebook. I debated if I should add him or not. Ultimately, I had no choice but to add him. I'm just human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-3405371985425098341?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3405371985425098341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3405371985425098341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3405371985425098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3405371985425098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-small-step-or-one-giant-mistake.html' title='One small step or one giant mistake'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2837455560611024798</id><published>2009-05-01T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:34:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday as I walked home, I kept thinking about death. Not only in death, as in the process of someone passing away, but all implications and events that lead to. I thought in particular in suicide. How bad things must be to a person start to contemplate that solution?&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/3547069536316768156-2837455560611024798?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2837455560611024798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2837455560611024798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2837455560611024798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2837455560611024798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4997454298722213392</id><published>2009-05-01T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:32:04.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the same day of hot nurse, I decided to meet a new guy. Awful, just awful. He was too old for me, not cute, too queer for my taste, the things that came out of his mouth were just unbelievable and I was dying to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, these really bad experiences are also important I guess. Almost therapeutical, I would say.&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/3547069536316768156-4997454298722213392?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4997454298722213392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4997454298722213392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4997454298722213392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4997454298722213392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/awful.html' title='Awful'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1855493192734294692</id><published>2009-05-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:29:01.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locker room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nurse. I met him this week, in the locker room. I was dressing and he was undressing. I only saw his back, but boy, I even blushed. Can't remember the last time that happened. We didn't say any words (how could I anyway), but well, it was quite a moment. It's already in my nice memories chapters. Hope it's not the last one.&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/3547069536316768156-1855493192734294692?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1855493192734294692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1855493192734294692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1855493192734294692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1855493192734294692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/locker-room.html' title='Locker room'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3540723897753835430</id><published>2009-05-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:27:23.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a busy week. Full of work but with interesting things as well. I met someone, but I'll talk about that awful moment later and I created a bit of an obsession, a healthy one I guess. But I'll explain in a while.&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/3547069536316768156-3540723897753835430?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3540723897753835430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3540723897753835430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3540723897753835430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3540723897753835430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8152771259595596104</id><published>2009-04-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:14:32.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/threadcount/cylon6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 626px;" src="http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/threadcount/cylon6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm about to watch the season finale of Battlestar Galactica.&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/3547069536316768156-8152771259595596104?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8152771259595596104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8152771259595596104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8152771259595596104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8152771259595596104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-at-last.html' title='And at last'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4644708651173034260</id><published>2009-04-27T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:21:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe... (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tomorrow is my OR day. Cute nurse is needed so I can have a pleasant afternoon. Did I say pleasant? No, I meant something else...&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/3547069536316768156-4644708651173034260?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4644708651173034260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4644708651173034260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4644708651173034260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4644708651173034260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-2.html' title='Maybe... (2)'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1297205489161070707</id><published>2009-04-27T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:20:41.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>And tomorrow, it's possible that I have some new developments. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-1297205489161070707?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1297205489161070707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1297205489161070707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1297205489161070707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1297205489161070707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6068890764823055006</id><published>2009-04-27T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:20:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I added him on my MSN but I'll do every thing I can so I won't talk to him. I honestly don't want to talk to him, I don't wanna know has he been. I just want to be left alone, no more stuff with him.&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/3547069536316768156-6068890764823055006?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6068890764823055006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6068890764823055006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6068890764823055006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6068890764823055006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-peter.html' title='About Peter'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4500662560207094128</id><published>2009-04-24T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:47:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The International</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb219/gigi4808/clive_owen_06-742702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 600px;" src="http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb219/gigi4808/clive_owen_06-742702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only good thing about the movie is really Clive Owen. Yeah, my type.&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/3547069536316768156-4500662560207094128?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4500662560207094128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4500662560207094128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4500662560207094128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4500662560207094128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/international.html' title='The International'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3460445480808914</id><published>2009-04-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:42:49.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught by surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost one year and 6 months without any contact, Peter sent me a text message by gaydar. I was caught completely off guard.&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/3547069536316768156-3460445480808914?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3460445480808914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3460445480808914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3460445480808914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3460445480808914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-by-surprise.html' title='Caught by surprise'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8966993940424712996</id><published>2009-04-21T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:18:42.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was OR day and I'm pretty tired so let me cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male nurse in the OR seemed rather healthy. Really healthy I might add. I can't imagine how many hours of gym to have that body. And cute, I can add. And what about those glasses? Is that a gay vibe from the glasses I picking, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the surgery, don't stare at him. He's looking at you, don't look back. The surgeon asks you to cut a wire, focus, focus. He's crossing the OR behind you, ignore it. Damn it's hot in the OR and he's right next to you trying to look at what you're doing. Just focus on the surgery. Damn he's cute and hot. Focus Mike, focus. Damn it's hot in the OR, those damn lights... And the damn nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost over. What if he goes to the dressing room at the same time as me? Damn, it would be great. "Hey, it was hot in the OR, don't you think?", as I throw away my scrubs, transpiring from all my pores. Stop Mike day dreaming, surgery isn't over. Focus. What? It's over. Well, goodbye people. Leave the OR, and exchange last look hot look between us. He also looked. Interested? Will I see him again? Damn it was hot. I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-8966993940424712996?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8966993940424712996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8966993940424712996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8966993940424712996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8966993940424712996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6650720077640991636</id><published>2009-04-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:20:27.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You like his company and that's enough to enter a relation?", I asked astonished to newspaper guy. "C'mon Mike, there is no prince charming, it's about time for you to realize that.  Enjoy the other person company, enjoying being with her is the bottom line", he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The intern says I'm a complicated person, specially in this sort of thing. I already knew that, obviously. But it never stops to amaze me how I'm so not into this whole spectrum of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm destined to be a bachelor, a workaholic bachelor. And I have no hard feelings, seriously. I kinda like it. At least now.&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/3547069536316768156-6650720077640991636?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6650720077640991636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6650720077640991636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6650720077640991636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6650720077640991636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-470652048654049761</id><published>2009-04-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:14:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I already said that I'm more into older guys. I'm not saying that I don't feel attracted or interested in guys of my age, but I don't know, older guys have another appeal. My good friend intern is always pushing me to know about an older guy who I have been chatting with in the past two weeks (very little, I must say, since my new surgical rotation doesn't give me much free time). Yes, he is cute and has somethings interesting stuff, but other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, newspaper guy approaches me to know my opinion on older guys. I was a bit surprised, obviously. It turns out he has a new boyfriend. An older one, that is. He still has some doubts  about him and it seems it's not official yet, they're still on transition, but I found it quite curious that after this week, this sort of thing happened. More on NG boyfriend as I have more info.&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/3547069536316768156-470652048654049761?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/470652048654049761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=470652048654049761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/470652048654049761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/470652048654049761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/older-guys.html' title='Older guys'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5054956545379157371</id><published>2009-04-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:58:04.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna throw a toga party! I just have a thing with togas! Seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/25402426_b6521e6eb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/25402426_b6521e6eb8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-5054956545379157371?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5054956545379157371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5054956545379157371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5054956545379157371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5054956545379157371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-throw-toga-party-i-just-have.html' title='I wanna throw a toga party! I just have a thing with togas! 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&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-characte-bhdfg/?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=56569019547&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=f4bbe626bb9f860f5eaf0f81a2692a3c&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.applatform.com%2Fimg%2F%3Fid%3D938998%26h%3D1cc42fc56e2b0196fd9786afe582a8d713b616ec" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mike took the &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=173565&amp;amp;h=d10e36879c51487e51693e7cd04e2188" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=56569019547&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:56569019547:::0:5319009276019308294::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109131:a7187dc9be340d35f2918e63f1fea933&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;What character of 'How I Met Your Mother' are you?&lt;/a&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=173565&amp;amp;h=d10e36879c51487e51693e7cd04e2188" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=56569019547&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:56569019547:::0:5319009276019308294::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109131:a7187dc9be340d35f2918e63f1fea933&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;"ROBIN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are the career-focussed, ambitious types. For you your goals and ambitions come before relationships and friends. You have a stylish, confident, friendly, and magnetic personality. You are sincere in friendship but when it comes to love you are completely commitment-phobic. You love adventure, thrills and enjoy rough games and sports. You're aggressive and persuasive. You're dressing sense is stylish, smart and very sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I love Scherbatsky! One of my favorite characters, if not the one. Barney is Barney, obviously. But I guess I have some certain things in common with her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=11023902215&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=0ea4b8a916f2630d2159186929c3b01c&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.applatform.com%2Fimg%2F%3Fid%3D19044%26h%3Db26d6c98e8fac54150b6a1c65efd53b4f2aa7c1c" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhich-lost-ch-dbea/?ref=mf" onclick="'return"&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=11023902215&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=65474a7458c3ccd2e0c2c39363523044&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.applatform.com%2Fimg%2F%3Fid%3D19043%26h%3D41c7f31a20a1b7bc1c9c04e4890be8d2848a1ee8" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;Mike took the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=3140&amp;amp;h=832283adda3278b21a1db26446524bbe" onclick="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { (new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=11023902215&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:11023902215:::0:5324270674319297590::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240107243:f07491bf124cca6c5f2964ad9ccf4edb&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true; });"&gt;Which LOST charater are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=3140&amp;amp;h=832283adda3278b21a1db26446524bbe" onclick="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { (new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=11023902215&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:11023902215:::0:5324270674319297590::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240107243:f07491bf124cca6c5f2964ad9ccf4edb&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true; });"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strong and free-willed.  you are desirable and confident.  you yearn to forgive and forget but usually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Well, hello frackles. Sorry, I would prefered Benjamin Linus. He's so interesting and twisted!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=81967636759&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=91ea6e28c428f1483bd7d51ac969acde&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F946766%2F220px-Dr__Alex_Karev.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=81967636759&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=f6248f6844b2f6a9e5aadd96d7700f23&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F805727%2Fgreys-anatomy-logo2008-10-14-1224008786.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike completed the quiz "&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=81967636759&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:81967636759:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109156:750ac33596c1b168c29b1f7deca623d0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;What Grey's Anatomy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;" with the result &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/greysanatomycharacte/quiz/questions?quiz_metric%5Bactivated_at%5D=1240092004&amp;amp;quiz_metric%5Bincrement%5D=feeds_clicked" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=81967636759&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:81967636759:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109156:750ac33596c1b168c29b1f7deca623d0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;You are Alex Karev!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are eager and competitive at heart. You're not that great with relationships, but you know a great person when you see one. You have great intelligence ans Skill, but you can be self-absorbed and overconfident at times. You have a hard time dealing with emotional people, and can never decide what to say or do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My favorite character is Yang, but I did like this description)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment"&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment"&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide"&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=63008052430&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=b409dcd907a835a4e33d3e06a13231a7&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F868991%2Flogo.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=63008052430&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=51b64d7ebfbcdb38fb4031c64ef63a36&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fquizmonster_production%2Ficons%2F869054%2Faragorn.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike completed the quiz "&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=63008052430&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:63008052430:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109623:81cd2f6078a845234c4b3d027262d39b&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;What Lord of the Rings Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;" with the result &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lotrcharquiz/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=63008052430&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:63008052430:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240109623:81cd2f6078a845234c4b3d027262d39b&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;Aragorn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are Aragorn, expert tracker, long hidden hope of the free-world, destined to inherit your kingdom. You engender loyalty, members of both sexes hang around you, and you have *excellent* hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Well, maybe too epic for me, but true, this is the Lord of the Rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaWide"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-supernat-bagbj/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_MediaExtra UIMediaItem_ManyItems UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-supernat-bagbj/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-supernat-bagbj/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=53728774934&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=b610056b1910423432326ba4e184e4b1&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.applatform.com%2Fimg%2F%3Fid%3D604043%26h%3D58b54dc1994c58d5c4ae0425d14a5233d9260c8c" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-supernat-bagbj/?ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=53728774934&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=84f6275217e2f89160c0d5795e21ba4b&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.applatform.com%2Fimg%2F%3Fid%3D604037%26h%3D6b8192a0731b6dcbb3ad65287803e092d3eb76e7" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike took the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=106194&amp;amp;h=ef04427c7d4555478a36f5f5c87f5ec4" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=53728774934&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:53728774934:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240110610:51720a33a5e929efd6a3b9c4f585afca&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;what supernatural character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=106194&amp;amp;h=ef04427c7d4555478a36f5f5c87f5ec4" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=53728774934&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=e16f380e6021716d703f8b96a4d15aa4&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::1449971640:1:53728774934:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240110610:51720a33a5e929efd6a3b9c4f585afca&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;john winchester (jeffrey dean morgan)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyBody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are a strong role model for those round you. you have some issues but don't let them get the better of you or affect the choices you make. you will do anything to protect your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Well, almost all of Supernatural characters are good, and I do like John character, but I was expecting something else. Perhaps, Castiel isn't yet in the characters...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-1364417957613155623?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1364417957613155623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1364417957613155623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1364417957613155623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1364417957613155623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-character-am-i.html' title='What character am I?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7062015173521336841</id><published>2009-04-18T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:34:00.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People should really read the labels. Or maybe they do and still...</title><content type='html'>Almost six hours in the ER because of this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthinajiffy.co.uk/images/doverollonfreshblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.healthinajiffy.co.uk/images/doverollonfreshblue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-7062015173521336841?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7062015173521336841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7062015173521336841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7062015173521336841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7062015173521336841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-should-really-read-labels-or.html' title='People should really read the labels. Or maybe they do and still...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8391759209762566915</id><published>2009-04-18T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:25:46.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I slept almost 10 hours after arriving of my 24h on call. A couple of interesting and funny things happened. It's not like grey's anatomy, but it sure does have a lot of anatomy involved...&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/3547069536316768156-8391759209762566915?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8391759209762566915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8391759209762566915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8391759209762566915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8391759209762566915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6327037474650149616</id><published>2009-04-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:59:18.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six-Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollywoodcelebgossips.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/congressman-aaron-schock-shirtless-abs-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 392px;" src="http://www.hollywoodcelebgossips.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/congressman-aaron-schock-shirtless-abs-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just arrived home after a 24h on ER (3 of them in the OR) + 6h. I'm exhausted, but well, I had a nice surprise. Well, I'm not following much tv nowadays, so Alan was kind enough to remind me that my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaron-schock-r-il.html"&gt;favorite congressman&lt;/a&gt; was on the Colbert Report. He was so cute, as always, and his six pack abs are already being discussed. Boy, he sure is my type. Again, if anyone can put me in contact with Congressman Schock, please let me now. It's a matter of public service...&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/3547069536316768156-6327037474650149616?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6327037474650149616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6327037474650149616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6327037474650149616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6327037474650149616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-pack.html' title='Six-Pack'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2354978412587640443</id><published>2009-04-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:09:09.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nip/Tuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.distantcreations.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/niptuck_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 504px;" src="http://www.distantcreations.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/niptuck_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 1 am I scrubbed in with a plastic surgeon. I'm the new Sloan of my surgical team. For at least two and a half hours.&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/3547069536316768156-2354978412587640443?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2354978412587640443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2354978412587640443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2354978412587640443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2354978412587640443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/niptuck.html' title='Nip/Tuck'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8513888416178283102</id><published>2009-04-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:01:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm terribly sorry, but my life is so busy now. I'm doing surgery now and I thought it would be like Greys' Anatomy, but is more, tired anatomy. Tomorrow I'm on call 24h. See you on sunday, I hope.&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/3547069536316768156-8513888416178283102?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8513888416178283102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8513888416178283102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8513888416178283102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8513888416178283102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7096085091335873509</id><published>2009-04-11T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:05:21.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm terrible, I really am. Mean sometimes, even to those that seem nice but I think they're boring, so, bye. It's just my thing, what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I know I have some e-mails to answer, I'll try to get on that tomorrow...&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/3547069536316768156-7096085091335873509?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7096085091335873509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7096085091335873509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7096085091335873509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7096085091335873509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/terror.html' title='Terror?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7007721079104514495</id><published>2009-04-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:45:49.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always looking to the bright side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I thank those who send me their opinions, but bottom line, I trust the intern and I'm also pretty confident that I'll be able to continue to write what crosses my mind, even if it's insane and potentially embarrassing. Besides, he seemed pretty happy to be able to finally get a look at this blog. Right I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About my life, hum, not much happening. The flat is still insane. Mexican guy doesn't do anything, my flatmate and his girlfriend went to his folks house this weekend and my cousin is desperate to go to the sex shop in front of my apartment (remember my post when it opened?). Me, I think I have a sore throat and this can evolute to a cold. Hope not, specially when I'm about to start my surgery rotation on Monday and I need to be at my best. Well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the bright side, now all you guys can comment directly at him. And maybe he can even answer.&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/3547069536316768156-7007721079104514495?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7007721079104514495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7007721079104514495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7007721079104514495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7007721079104514495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-looking-to-bright-side.html' title='Always looking to the bright side'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7744564019652126876</id><published>2009-04-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:39:16.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I honestly don't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been talking a lot with the intern. What can I say, we really like each other company! Last week, I kinda slipped that I had a blog where I told some stuff about me and so on. He's been pressing me to reveal him the blog, specially after I shared with him some cool comments. But, I honestly don't know if it's a good idea...&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/3547069536316768156-7744564019652126876?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7744564019652126876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7744564019652126876&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7744564019652126876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7744564019652126876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-honestly-dont-know.html' title='I honestly don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1736781331361560735</id><published>2009-04-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:57:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just spent 12 hours in the OR with the intern and I had to endure a dinner and conversation here at home, with 8 people. I'm so tired, but tomorrow won't get better. I'm on call in the ER for twelve hours and as soon as I arrive home, we're going all out. Is this insane? Maybe just a bit....&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/3547069536316768156-1736781331361560735?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1736781331361560735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1736781331361560735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1736781331361560735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1736781331361560735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/insane.html' title='Insane?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7938540151254849608</id><published>2009-04-07T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:44:59.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless, just priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And he ended up telling me his most wanted sexual fantasy. I must say, in this line of work we hear pretty crazy stuff, but what he told me is priceless. I laughed uncontrollably, only God knows for how long...&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/3547069536316768156-7938540151254849608?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7938540151254849608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7938540151254849608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7938540151254849608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7938540151254849608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/priceless-just-priceless.html' title='Priceless, just priceless'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3229980697589938946</id><published>2009-04-07T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:00:46.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just came up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I discussed today with the intern the most unusual places we already had sex.&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/3547069536316768156-3229980697589938946?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3229980697589938946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3229980697589938946&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3229980697589938946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3229980697589938946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-just-came-up.html' title='It just came up...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-175312347081145293</id><published>2009-04-06T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:25:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My roommate and his girlfriend arrived today. Mexican guy is still in the house. My cousin arrived today and will spend the next two weeks with us. Jeez, suddenly there's a lot of people at loose in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a change, I'm tired. I'll try to answer the comments tomorrow.&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/3547069536316768156-175312347081145293?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/175312347081145293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=175312347081145293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/175312347081145293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/175312347081145293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8231364051400471291</id><published>2009-04-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:40:05.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a few weeks ago, when I was talking to newspaper guy about some cute guy in the hospital, and then telling him, sadly I might add, that unfortunately he wasn't too bright. NG, however, said immediately that he was his type of guy then, if he wasn't that smart. I laughed, because I thought it was rather funny. Then this week, I was talking to him and joking that I might ask to my friend the intern, to fix me up with a cute gay friend of his. He replied, with good humor, that he could also try to find someone to him. I joked: "Yeah, I already know your type. It can't be too smart, right?". He smiled and said: "Yeah, right. That and cute like Matt Damon." I laughed and he continued. "Seriously, I don't know why is that. Probably a shrink can explain why this happens to me, but if I meet an intelligent guy, I can only be friends with him". I stooped laughing and told him: "Well, if you think about it, probably you can understand the reason for that". He replied quickly: "Well, I don't wanna think about it. I may get scared of the answer" he added with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now you think I'm being presumptuous, assuming that I think I'm smart hence, he couldn't have something with me. Yes, it's possible, obviously, that another reason is the one. But after knowing him for a few months, knowing how he likes to have my opinion on his work, I can't stop to wonder that it's likely that my little grey cells could contribute to that. Well, the truth is we probably wouldn't connect anyway, I can see that now, so, thank you brain.&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/3547069536316768156-8231364051400471291?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8231364051400471291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8231364051400471291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8231364051400471291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8231364051400471291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason-2.html' title='The reason (2)'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6026629541001836117</id><published>2009-04-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:11:21.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Newspaper Guy doesn't feel attracted to smart, intelligent people.&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/3547069536316768156-6026629541001836117?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6026629541001836117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6026629541001836117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6026629541001836117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6026629541001836117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-seems-that.html' title='It seems that'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8326357353714455051</id><published>2009-04-04T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:07:55.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I ever shared in this blog, the reason why newspaper guy was never interested in me besides friendship? It was something that was killing me a few months ago, as you can remember, and finally I understood what was it. He gave me a clue a few weeks ago, but today I received the confirmation. It's a rather curious thing. I would never guessed.&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/3547069536316768156-8326357353714455051?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8326357353714455051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8326357353714455051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8326357353714455051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8326357353714455051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/reason.html' title='The reason'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2973913270887127685</id><published>2009-04-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:23:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The intern invited me to have lunch with him and his boyfriend yesterday. I politely declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I must be honest that I was a bit freaked out with the whole me and a gay couple thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have the impression that they don't see each other as often as they like, so I think those moments are supposed to be only between them. They need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, he seemed to invite me more on the "don't have lunch alone" than really having his boyfriend meeting me. I think. I can be wrong, obviously.&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/3547069536316768156-2973913270887127685?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2973913270887127685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2973913270887127685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2973913270887127685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2973913270887127685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunch.html' title='Lunch?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4636446924242815372</id><published>2009-04-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:53:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things about my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, the work seems to never end, but I'm gonna take a break to update you on my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mexican Guy is a friend of my roommate who is gonna work in this town for the next 6 months and is still looking for an apartment. So, meanwhile he's gonna stay here. Apparently he is gay, and I say this because of a conversation I heard between my roommate and his girlfriend. But I'm not quite sure. He's a cool guy, although with a bit weird clothes. I'm already practicing my Spanish, so that's a good thing. But I'm not feeling a gay vibe from him, I'm honest. Perhaps a bi curious vibe, who knows. More on Mexican guy in the following days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All week I've been hanging out with the intern. We're the only ones in the pediatrics department currently in the surgery section, so we're like inseparable now at the hospital. He's a cool guy and we are always laughing. He laughs way more than me, since he finds my reactions and face expressions apparently hilarious. Yesterday, he gave me a ride home, and discussed... penises... Yes, seriously. Well, after 12 hours of inumerous surgeries, three of them on penises (and one of them awful, I won't describe what the surgeons made to that little kid's penis - by the way, the intern was feeling nauseous on that one, it was so funny to watch him and the nurses worrying about him). But well, it was different... Couldn't find much about his boyfriend though. It seems he's also a bit overweight like the intern, but other than that, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I lost count on the number of surgeries I scrubbed in this week. I gotta say it, I missed this a lot. And when you have cool surgeons with you, it's great. I'm like Yang from Grey's Anatomy.&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/3547069536316768156-4636446924242815372?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4636446924242815372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4636446924242815372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4636446924242815372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4636446924242815372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-things-about-my-week.html' title='A few things about my week'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6576117038797587677</id><published>2009-04-01T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:33:55.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just spent my last 12 hours in the OR with the intern and two surgeons. I'm so tired (and so is he, obviously) He gave me a ride home just a few minutes ago. We had some interesting and funny conversations but it will have to wait until tomorrow. I noticed that I also have some e-mails in waiting in my inbox but I honestly can't do reply now. And I still need to tell about the gay mexican guy living in the apartment. Jeez, I need time and I'm really tired.&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/3547069536316768156-6576117038797587677?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6576117038797587677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6576117038797587677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6576117038797587677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6576117038797587677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4056654449393487081</id><published>2009-03-31T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:50:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I had such a full day with so many things going on around me. It reached insanity levels! I don't have the time to tell about it, but as soon as I have an opening I'll try to. And by the way, a gay mexican guy is living in our flat.&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/3547069536316768156-4056654449393487081?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4056654449393487081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4056654449393487081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4056654449393487081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4056654449393487081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-day.html' title='Full Day!'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8411234676132776327</id><published>2009-03-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:50:31.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent the entire morning in the OR watching a surgery with the intern. Finally! I already missed the OR so much.&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/3547069536316768156-8411234676132776327?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8411234676132776327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8411234676132776327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8411234676132776327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8411234676132776327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/or.html' title='OR'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6592045844487701073</id><published>2009-03-30T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:48:21.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>500th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it's a nice time to tell that this month, this blog had an incredible surge in visits. I honestly don't know why, but as today it already surpassed the 5 500 visits this month. Well, nevertheless, is nice I guess.&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/3547069536316768156-6592045844487701073?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6592045844487701073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6592045844487701073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6592045844487701073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6592045844487701073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/500th-post.html' title='500th post'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3074772954430398230</id><published>2009-03-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:03:44.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewing past conversations can be quite funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's weird and a bit freighting how can we have such a normal conversation about gay stuff, just two days after the talk (yesterday we both were busy, so technically one day). It was funny to discuss our past conversations, noticing that you were right when you thought that certain expressions were clues, something that he said to watch how my reaction would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never was sure about me how I was about him. Even Friday, after he told me about him, he wasn't sure and it was difficult to him to say it to me. But now, after a couple of hours of a very funny conversation I must say that it feels good. He has a boyfriend (a relation of 2 years and half long) and got a gayvibe from me, but couldn't say what it was or be sure about it, hence the expressions to see my reaction. Well, I could tell much more but bottom line, I'm not so worried of tomorrow. And that's good, I guess.&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/3547069536316768156-3074772954430398230?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3074772954430398230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3074772954430398230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3074772954430398230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3074772954430398230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/reviewing-past-conversations-can-be.html' title='Reviewing past conversations can be quite funny'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4593563312400910151</id><published>2009-03-29T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:55:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't need a fancy conversation. It was something simple, a subtle sentence and he got the green light confirming what he already knew about me. It was a regular conversation, not much that special. He asked me a couple of questions and I told him about my story. He thanked the trust I put on him, to tell him the story and he said he was sorry for what happened. I replied that it wasn't necessary, things are what they are and sometimes we just can't change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I've only got one gay friend (at least open) was a bit of a shock to him. He likes to hang out with his gay friends, but he was very happy to call himself my second gay friend. I think I also liked the sound of that. But we'll see how our encounter tomorrow will be. I'm honest, I'm not quite confortable with a gay friend on hospital grounds, but hey, like newspaper told me, don't make a fuss about it. It's not a big deal. Perhaps he's right.&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/3547069536316768156-4593563312400910151?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4593563312400910151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4593563312400910151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4593563312400910151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4593563312400910151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-just-happened.html' title='It just happened'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8805639555386545224</id><published>2009-03-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:53:38.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the last things he said to me, before we said goodbye was "I hope you can sleep well, not very shocked at least. I'm tired, I'm gonna go". I asked him why did he say that and he replied it was because of my silence, but brushed off any discussion on the subject because it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking about this. I can't still be sure of how I feel or how he felts, I can add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-8805639555386545224?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8805639555386545224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8805639555386545224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8805639555386545224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8805639555386545224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4519823975946281722</id><published>2009-03-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:51:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a question of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a long conversation, full of weird moments, he said it to me. Obviously, I already knew it like you all know. But still, watching him writing it, made me feel a bit uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a small conversation that subtly was about the gay issue, that he managed to change from other trivial subject. I even talked about my current family situation in it, and I think he managed to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm a very discrete gay person", was his sentence that finally said it. But I didn't say anything, didn't join him or anything. I just kept the answers neutral, unemotional. I didn't feel very good with myself. 15 minutes before, he told me that even after I finish my time in that hospital, he wanted to continue friends with me, since I'm a cool guy. The moment he said that, I knew that this was the conversation unless I put an end to it. I didn't. How can I accept his friendship when I'm not even capable of the same trust he put in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he knows about me, but still he must be wondering why I didn't assumed a casual tone like him, choosing instead boring replies. How can I deserve his friendship, when I told him about me in a hidden (but obvious way) but still could't confront the issue directly like him? I know that this is the first time something like this happens to me, but still, I was expecting much more of me. I don't know what, but something else. And well, Monday I'll have to be with him personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-4519823975946281722?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4519823975946281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4519823975946281722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4519823975946281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4519823975946281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-just-question-of-time.html' title='It was just a question of time...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6835192229558634057</id><published>2009-03-27T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:28:01.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike, Mike &amp; Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never told this, but the intern has the same first name as me - Mike. This weekend he's all alone at home and I was wondering if I should ask him to do something tomorrow or so, but then I remembered that I may have some stuff scheduled. More details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had an interesting conversation with him. It seems he's an opera fan and regularly attends some shows with a friend of his, who also is Mike. Well, he asked if I ever attended a show. I said no, although I would like it very much. He immediately asked me to join him and the other Mike, so we could all go. I didn't gave him a definite answer since I'm a bit reluctant to disturb their "thing". However it seems that the other Mike invites friends of him, only intern Mike doesn't seem to have any opera appreciators in his group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much Mikes in this post. And I wonder how the other Mike may be. What if we have in common the three of us, not only the name but something else? Maybe he is the intern's newspaper guy. That would be funny.&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/3547069536316768156-6835192229558634057?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6835192229558634057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6835192229558634057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6835192229558634057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6835192229558634057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/mike-mike-mike.html' title='Mike, Mike &amp; Mike'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7923918288286397817</id><published>2009-03-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:46:58.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was this conversation really about the joke about the clothes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intern: Deep down, I'm like this. I like to share my thoughts, whatever they are - in this a mean comment about someones clothes, because I know that you're like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:(Laugh) Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: You are, I know you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: But ok, you're being very defensive - (smile on his face). You can share anything with me, you know that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, ok, I'll try. Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-7923918288286397817?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7923918288286397817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7923918288286397817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7923918288286397817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7923918288286397817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-this-conversation-really-about-joke.html' title='Was this conversation really about the joke about the clothes?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5515793411846105613</id><published>2009-03-25T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:19:59.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on call tomorrow in the neonatology. I'm predicting it will be so boring. And I'll be all alone. No company. No interns.&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/3547069536316768156-5515793411846105613?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5515793411846105613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5515793411846105613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5515793411846105613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5515793411846105613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-day-ahead.html' title='Long day ahead'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6169622917547465611</id><published>2009-03-24T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:00:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't name it, seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miamihost.net/ims/u/thiago/THIAGO/4932d869ec670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 652px; height: 864px;" src="http://www.miamihost.net/ims/u/thiago/THIAGO/4932d869ec670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-6169622917547465611?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6169622917547465611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6169622917547465611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6169622917547465611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6169622917547465611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-name-it-seriously.html' title='Can&apos;t name it, seriously...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4946894986241208372</id><published>2009-03-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:45:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I won't tell the details but an awful moment happened this morning. Diapers and babies were involved. That's all I can say.&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/3547069536316768156-4946894986241208372?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4946894986241208372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4946894986241208372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4946894986241208372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4946894986241208372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/next.html' title='Next!'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1875287250918222058</id><published>2009-03-23T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:57:10.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I started today my neonatology rotation. I examined 5 newborns today, with just a few hours of life. Next two weeks, my days will be only dedicated to newborns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had coffee today at the hospital with my group (that includes now the intern). Now he is alone in the department, since my group switched with another group. We talked about blogs and I was surprised to see the interest he has in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some of you (as newspaper guy) asked me to give him a chance. The thing is, wouldn't that be worse for him? And for all I know, he may never tell anything.&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/3547069536316768156-1875287250918222058?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1875287250918222058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1875287250918222058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1875287250918222058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1875287250918222058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-2887593603364047585</id><published>2009-03-22T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:29:24.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2400000/Misha-Collins-Castiel-supernatural-2455195-450-306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 306px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2400000/Misha-Collins-Castiel-supernatural-2455195-450-306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt; is getting back on track, after two episodes that weren't that interesting. Misha Collins helps, since I'm really into his role as Castiel, the angel. But the funny thing is how Sam is  turning into the bad one (who had sex with a demon gal) and Dean the good one (because had sex with an angel gal). But the question is, which one was better? Now that's an interesting question...&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/3547069536316768156-2887593603364047585?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2887593603364047585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=2887593603364047585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2887593603364047585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/2887593603364047585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-angels.html' title='Hot Angels'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4641706382028652931</id><published>2009-03-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:02:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"God has a plan for you Gaius"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.noelgreen.com/uploads/2007/12/james_callis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 804px; height: 1024px;" src="http://www.noelgreen.com/uploads/2007/12/james_callis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number Six:&lt;/strong&gt; Procreation is one of God’s commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaius Baltar:&lt;/strong&gt; Really? Well, I’m sure someday if you’re a good Cylon, he’ll reward you with a lovely little walking toaster of your very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I recommended Battlestar Galactica to the intern. He's loving it and yesterday we talked about it. As I expected, Cylon Six caught his attention, but hey, we couldn't discuss Jamie Bamber aka Apollo, like two gay guys can. But later yesterday he sent me an e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so addicted to BSG. If there was a local version of BSG, Grace would be Cylon Six [Grace is a hot doctor on our department], and you would be Gaius Baltar, of course. And I, well, I could be Apollo! Maybe! Lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually laughed a lot, specially his desire to be Apollo (aka he loves Jamie Bamber), but I must say that if I had to play a role in tv show, I would love to be Gaius Baltar. Love the character. The way he seems always confused, manipulated by Six, how he can have those steamy thoughts during some crisis and managing to pull off some brilliant scientist idea, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more: I can't stop wondering what would be like to have a blond cylon hot guy as an hallucination...&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/3547069536316768156-4641706382028652931?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4641706382028652931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4641706382028652931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4641706382028652931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4641706382028652931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-has-plan-for-you-gaius.html' title='&quot;God has a plan for you Gaius&quot;'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-4493578384439993652</id><published>2009-03-21T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:35:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner... People... Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's seems I've been invited to a dinner tonight, hosted by roommate and his girlfriend. Honestly, I'm not really in the mood, but well, I can't see how to escape that.&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/3547069536316768156-4493578384439993652?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4493578384439993652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=4493578384439993652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4493578384439993652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/4493578384439993652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-people-saturday.html' title='Dinner... People... Saturday...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-9091700596157070410</id><published>2009-03-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:42:41.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close the door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The intern gave me a ride home today. As I entered his car and realized that we were really alone, I must confess that I was a bit nervous. Dunno, I guess I thought that it was possible for him to make a move on me and I honestly wouldn't know how to react to that. But he didn't. We just had a great trip and laughed a lot.&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/3547069536316768156-9091700596157070410?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9091700596157070410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=9091700596157070410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/9091700596157070410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/9091700596157070410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/close-door.html' title='Close the door'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-6598314980046825694</id><published>2009-03-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:55:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two clowns were wondering in the pediatric ER to entertain the kids. As they were getting closer to me and the intern, I say to him: "I hate clowns! Always did!" (he laughs). "Why is that?", he asks. "Dunno, there's something about them that creeps me. Maybe it's just because they're not funny at all". Fortunately, I managed to escape before they caught me.&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/3547069536316768156-6598314980046825694?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6598314980046825694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=6598314980046825694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6598314980046825694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/6598314980046825694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/clowns.html' title='Clowns'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-262970977054693338</id><published>2009-03-19T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:49:35.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just... that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pediatric ER was chaotic, as usual. A bit boring, but one interesting case. The intern had lunch with me and some other interns, but we laughed a lot. We really get along well together, always laughing and all. But he left one hour earlier, looking like he was having a really bad headache. Poor guy.&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/3547069536316768156-262970977054693338?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/262970977054693338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=262970977054693338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/262970977054693338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/262970977054693338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-that.html' title='Just... that'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-1035917771676176259</id><published>2009-03-18T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:24:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it the weather or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know, maybe it's just the arrival of spring but the fact is I'm noticing that I'm dying to get laid. I don't know how much long I'm gonna last, with so many good looking guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, was this a little too much to share in the blog? Well, I did receive an invitation from a hot guy who is gonna arrive next week to my town for 2 days and is looking for some action. Why not...&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/3547069536316768156-1035917771676176259?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1035917771676176259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=1035917771676176259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1035917771676176259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/1035917771676176259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-weather-or-what.html' title='Is it the weather or what?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5306375569545060651</id><published>2009-03-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:37:41.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's hormonal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flight attendant dude may be cute, at least in pictures, but is boring with all that talk about how cute I am. Really boring. Never thought that a compliment could be a turn off, but well... Obviously, I'm not in one of my best days, clearly. And tomorrow, I'm on call with "the intern". That should be interesting....&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/3547069536316768156-5306375569545060651?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5306375569545060651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5306375569545060651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5306375569545060651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5306375569545060651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-its-hormonal.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s hormonal...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5033381109038376736</id><published>2009-03-17T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:29:46.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c3/Clouds_from_aircraft.jpg/800px-Clouds_from_aircraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 300px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c3/Clouds_from_aircraft.jpg/800px-Clouds_from_aircraft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mile_High_Club"&gt;Mile High Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-5033381109038376736?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5033381109038376736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5033381109038376736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5033381109038376736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5033381109038376736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-here-it-is.html' title='And here it is...'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-8020722847970788181</id><published>2009-03-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:30:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MHC, it's now or never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2093/2221500602_beef3eb053_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 683px; height: 1024px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2093/2221500602_beef3eb053_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After several months of not meting anyone remotely interesting, today I met someone different. It remembered me the day I met newspaper guy, when I knew he was different. It's possible that I met someone similar. Or maybe it's just my fetish with a very cute flight attendant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know what MHC stand for, right? Just checking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-8020722847970788181?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8020722847970788181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=8020722847970788181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8020722847970788181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/8020722847970788181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/mhc-its-now-or-never.html' title='MHC, it&apos;s now or never'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2093/2221500602_beef3eb053_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-5837723708272018323</id><published>2009-03-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:15:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went shopping for groceries today, I'm so tired. But I'm surrounded by so many tasty things. Love it.&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/3547069536316768156-5837723708272018323?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5837723708272018323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=5837723708272018323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5837723708272018323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/5837723708272018323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-day.html' title='End of the day'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-750850635340224305</id><published>2009-03-16T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:26:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sexy is your profession?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Male&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctors &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firemen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pilots &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athletes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Models &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Female&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Models &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nurses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flight attendants &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Athletes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://flirt.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=279847"&gt;Flirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-750850635340224305?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/750850635340224305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=750850635340224305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/750850635340224305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/750850635340224305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-sexy-is-your-profession.html' title='How sexy is your profession?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-311274630966290870</id><published>2009-03-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:43:55.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost painful to write a post and not letting that cute guy stay in the water a while longer on the top of this blog. But hey, it's necessary...&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/3547069536316768156-311274630966290870?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/311274630966290870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=311274630966290870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/311274630966290870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/311274630966290870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough decisions'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3027622392903922804</id><published>2009-03-14T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:10:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfnNcqC0Bko/SYG1UXIZ92I/AAAAAAAAIpA/BGnuqOEpoHk/s1600/in_the_water.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 752px; height: 571px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfnNcqC0Bko/SYG1UXIZ92I/AAAAAAAAIpA/BGnuqOEpoHk/s1600/in_the_water.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547069536316768156-3027622392903922804?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3027622392903922804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3027622392903922804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3027622392903922804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3027622392903922804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-me.html' title='Waiting for me?'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfnNcqC0Bko/SYG1UXIZ92I/AAAAAAAAIpA/BGnuqOEpoHk/s72-c/in_the_water.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7303450786745653700</id><published>2009-03-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:09:34.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent the entire afternoon cleaning my room. Now, I can't even recognize it. Well, at least now I can bring someone over here. Problem is, there's no one... Well, maybe someday.&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/3547069536316768156-7303450786745653700?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7303450786745653700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7303450786745653700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7303450786745653700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7303450786745653700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/afternoon.html' title='Afternoon'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-3180587422727550711</id><published>2009-03-13T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:07:25.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gran Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c6/Gran_Torino_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 443px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c6/Gran_Torino_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn, damn and damn! Forget Langella, Penn or Rourke. Eastwood has a flawless and magnificent interpretation in this great movie. It's a masterpiece. Nothing more to say.&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/3547069536316768156-3180587422727550711?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3180587422727550711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=3180587422727550711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3180587422727550711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/3180587422727550711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/gran-torino.html' title='Gran Torino'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547069536316768156.post-7944200210073511820</id><published>2009-03-13T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:30:36.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The intern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the thing about working on a big department like the pediatrics wing is that you are connecting with a lot of people. Doctors, interns, students, nurses, a bunch of people. Me and my colleagues usually hang with two interns, one year older than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it was my day of being on call in the pediatric ER along with one of the interns, so we had lunch together. He's a cool guy, 25 years old, kinda short, not a Brad Pitt but well, there's worse. We talked about a bunch of stuff and as time went by, I couldn't help to feel a gay vibe from him. No, he's not really my type, but the fact that I was receiving the intel was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a certain time he started talking that he loved werewolves (yes, seriously). I laughed (well, yesterday I laughed a lot with him) when he went nuts, as I questioned him if he was into the Underworld series. "I already saw the last movie, it's great. The moment I saw those hordes of werewolves, I was like, Oh yes" he said with an expression of absolute delight. I must say that the idea of werewolves to me are always associated with very muscular men that suddenly take off their clothes to transform, so the way he described the scene, was so gay that I even blushed... Seriously. I think it was the first time ever, this happened. He was so into the conversation that he wouldn't notice how loud he was talking, in a bar full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later we talked about tv shows, after we went for a cup of coffee (he insisted on paying) and he quickly recommended a british tv show (I don't recall the name, although the piece of paper he wrote is in my pants pocket) and that I should download an episode called "Gay", allegedly very funny. Our conversation continued, non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started exchanging e-mails and cool tv shows and well, after one hour we finally went to the ER. On our way he quickly offered me a ride home. I thanked but told him it wasn't necessary, I would take a cab home. He insisted with me but I said that it would stay for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we didn't talk much at the department. I had a lot of work to do anyway, but he did say that he was about to send me an e-mail with questions on somethings. Well, I'll wait.&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/3547069536316768156-7944200210073511820?l=fixing-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7944200210073511820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547069536316768156&amp;postID=7944200210073511820&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7944200210073511820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547069536316768156/posts/default/7944200210073511820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fixing-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/intern.html' title='The intern'/><author><name>B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
