<?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-29366452</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:54:35.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paikea</title><subtitle type='html'>Single and the City... 
Well, that's what it was when this blog started. 
Now, it's *us* and the City...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-5011948711762619976</id><published>2008-02-10T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:19:34.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was a looooooooooong time ago since my last post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-5011948711762619976?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/5011948711762619976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=5011948711762619976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/5011948711762619976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/5011948711762619976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-wow.html' title='Oh wow!'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116585143158580472</id><published>2006-12-11T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:37:11.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The fear today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have to have a minor surgery on my knee at 10am today, a small mole's gonna be removed. I've had this done before and I know that it actually is not a big deal but I'm so afraid of it! I'm already nervous, and feel sick and I know that I'll get dizzy and almost pass out like the last times. I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast forward to 1.14pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here I am back again. It was a lovely doc and an even nicer nurse that he has. She was holding my hand all time, encouraged me, I was joking with the them, we had a good laugh and sooner than expected it was over. They had one of those pulse things clipped on my finger and had an eye on it and whenever I felt a bit dizzy they cared even more. Afterwards I could go straight onto another couch/stretcher (word?), got some water and lay down for about 20 mins longer. I still feel a bit wobbly now, but having good experiences made it almost a "cruise through". Plus a couple of text messages from the-guy-I-have-yet-to-meet-but-seemingly-like-a-lot and him caring a lot made it almost easy peasy. Of course I had my mum with me and was just treated with some Thai food and chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And another good thing today is that I've started to lose weight! Yay! Minus 1.5kg this morning! And the temperatures are falling, too. I so want to get into christmas mood, but cold temps are a must for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116585143158580472?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116585143158580472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116585143158580472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116585143158580472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116585143158580472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/12/fear-today.html' title='The fear today...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116561020048984982</id><published>2006-12-08T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:36:40.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time again for an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I should have written more regulary and always wanted to. Sometimes I was just overwhelmed with what was happening and hence I often didn't know where to start. Anyway, here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told Mr. Disgusting that I won't be able to work for him. Since then I'm feeling better. I had the most horrible business trip to Cannes with him; it was so bad that it took me about two weeks to recognize myself in the mirror again - I looked that bad, very unhappy and as if something had sucked all life out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it's back to job hunting again which isn't that bad actually. I'm sure the right job just hasn't come up yet. Although I have sent my CV to MTV Networks and getting a job with them...woohoo - that would be like winning the jackpot! Not really actually, they don't pay that well, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ex - M. - has sent a text out of the blue about two weeks ago just to tell me with those meaningful three dots at the end of the sentence that he'd been looking at our old pictures... Freakin' fantastic. So what? Good thing was that this gave me a reason to think about it/him again and if I wanted him back. It turns out that all my hard work was well worth it and my absolutely over him! This feels so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow, it's only a day away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, Ive met someone on the internet via a business platform. About two and a half months ago he contacted me first and I refused to give him my phone number which apparently made him interested in me even more. He kept sending mails every now and then just saying hello, I didn't always reply. Last week then I gave him my phone number (for job contacts he has) and things turned really really strange! We talked on the phone quite often, mails have intensified, and last night after three hours of chatting on MSN, we talked another 4 hours on the phone until 6.30am this morning!!! I haven't even met him in real life yet but he gives me goosebumps and this funny jimjams in the tummy whenever I think of him. We planned to meet on Wednesday when he's having a business appointment near my town but last night we decided to meet tomorrow! I can't wait! There's still a chance that I will be majorly disappointed and I try to keep that in mind, however this feels really really good! Fingers crossed!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116561020048984982?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116561020048984982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116561020048984982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116561020048984982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116561020048984982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-time-again-for-update.html' title='It&apos;s time again for an update...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116265089739572599</id><published>2006-11-04T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:34:57.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>brooding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HE said he's brooding. I have to name HIM, but what to call him? Well, it's not very creative but it actually comes very close - he's my Mr. Big and so it shall be. Mr. Big is brooding. He says he's always been in love with me and even when he married that other woman he was thinking about me. Shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For me it's become so exhausting. All those feelings, those ups and downs, and now he's telling me just out of the blue that he's brooding a lot. FFS, make a decision! Sometimes I don't want to see him anymore because I'm tired of all this. This is just a fucked up situation but honestly, I have no idea how to get out. I want to forget him and move on, but as often as I tried as often everything was just coming back again and again and again.... rather like bungee jumping. He makes me happy and sad at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on the other hand I just see no future for us. No more. I've now been single for a year which is ok for me, I haven't been searching for someone, and I feel that the world is open to me and that I'm free in my decisions and if Mr. Big would now decide to give us a chance I'd feel trapped. I'd feel not to be free anymore because in that case he'd have given up so much for us but what if something happened that made me leave him? A wonderful friendship that it is now would go down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps Peter Ustinov was right when he said: The big love is only the unfulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel torn and this is an unhealthy situation - for everyone involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the upside: I'm going to see Ronan Keating in Frankfurt tonight. It's a business thing which makes it kinda cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116265089739572599?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116265089739572599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116265089739572599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116265089739572599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116265089739572599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/11/brooding.html' title='brooding...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116232703980612574</id><published>2006-10-31T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T07:04:46.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/Halloween.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/Halloween.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm staying in tonight so instead I decided to dress up my avatar. Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116232703980612574?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116232703980612574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116232703980612574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116232703980612574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116232703980612574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116214564277347858</id><published>2006-10-29T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:34:55.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all coming back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been in Cologne this weekend. Nuff said. Except...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were nights when the wind was so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That my body froze in bed if I just listened to it right outside the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were days when the sun was so cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That all the tears turned to dust and I just knew my eyes were drying up forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished crying in the instant that you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't remember where or when or how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I banished every memory you and I have ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when you touch me like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you hold me like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I touch you like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hold you like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so hard to believe but it's all coming back to me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all coming back to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116214564277347858?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116214564277347858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116214564277347858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116214564277347858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116214564277347858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-all-coming-back.html' title='it&apos;s all coming back...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-116178136207859885</id><published>2006-10-25T14:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:00:06.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update update update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather: cloudy, too warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weight: don't ask - I'm frustrated (haven't reached my goal yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soundtrack: The Caffrey Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here I am again. Kindly reminded of someone I don't even know personally yet, that I should keep up my good start in writing my blog. And right he is. The reasons I haven't written for such a long time are various: laziness, too little time, too much to tell...whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm now officially a Geordie!!! Yes, that's right. I was adopted by my beloved north-east this July at my graduation. *sniff* I miss England...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I'm in the job hunting process and there has come up a possibility. Everything sounds good so far but it's not sure yet. It would give me a great start in the music branch and help me to get fantastic contacts. On the downside it'd still be here in my hometown. I wish I could find something like that in London. As I said before, I miss England and I know that's where I feel like home. Honestly, I was even crying when I stood on the ferry in the morning when we arrived in Newcastle in July. Here in Germany is where my parents are, but somehow I feel that England is the place I belong to. Isn't that strange? Maybe I've lived there in a former life? Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, someday I'll move back. And someday I'll meet my dream man. And someday I'll be happy again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the meantime it's 10.30pm and I'm really proud of myself. I've actually dragged myself to the gym and went to a class called Ballet Balance. Yay! I feel like crap now and realised that I'm far from fit, but I want and must keep up the good start! I so want to get into a routine and manage to get that feeling that I don't feel comfortable without sport. Probably my goals are once again to high but one should never aim at mediocre, right? I want to get past that anxiousness when going to the gym on my own. Oh well, there's so much I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-116178136207859885?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/116178136207859885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=116178136207859885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116178136207859885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/116178136207859885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-update-update.html' title='update update update...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115142154598920072</id><published>2006-06-27T13:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:19:06.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quick note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather: sunny, not too hot, quick rainshower this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weight: 61kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Soundtrack: One Love by U2 (just for the fact that it has been playing in the CD player of the BMW Z4 I was driving today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sooooo, I've just returned from a date with an old school friend. Wow, what a gorgous sweety! He's cute, nice, easy to talk to, handsome, funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the downside: he's got a girlfriend. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I gotta get on with my life anyway. We'll be meeting again as it was a really relaxed and nice afternoon. And if we'll just meet as friends...fine, perhaps it's better that way anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But to have someone like him would surely be nice. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115142154598920072?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115142154598920072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115142154598920072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115142154598920072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115142154598920072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/quick-note.html' title='quick note...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115132918681036081</id><published>2006-06-26T15:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:39:46.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the soundtrack of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...I have music in my head playing almost constantly. Sometimes I feel as if walking through a videoclip and for many situations or times in life I have songs that just say what I'm feeling at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my alltime favourites is 'Poison' by Alice Cooper and for the last couple of days I'm thinking, no I know, that this is excactly what my colleague is thinking and feeling when I'm on his mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your cruel device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your blood, like ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One look could kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My pain, your thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to love you but I better not touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to kiss you but I want it too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Youre poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Youre poison, I dont want to break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mouth, so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your web, Im caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your skin, so wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black lace on sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear you calling and its needles and pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont want to touch you but you're under my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Youre poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Youre poison, I dont wanna break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115132918681036081?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115132918681036081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115132918681036081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115132918681036081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115132918681036081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='the soundtrack of my life...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115126971148772236</id><published>2006-06-25T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:13:33.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>england : ecuador in stuttgart...(1:0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOHOO!!! Just a quick note, full report tomorrow (I'm knackered).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The day in Stuttgart was FANTASTIC! Great atmosphere, great people, great vibe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I really need to get a shower and probably a Paracetamol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And even my second favourite footie club had brought its own flag. Now that was a surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/DSC04058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115126971148772236?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115126971148772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115126971148772236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115126971148772236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115126971148772236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-ecuador-in-stuttgart10.html' title='england : ecuador in stuttgart...(1:0)'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115118421027734905</id><published>2006-06-24T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:28:52.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>losing them...No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;...too many kilograms I have for my liking now that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start: 61.8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal: 55&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to put some pressure on myself to actually keep going with my routine and to achieve my goal. This would be the weight I'm most comfy with and I want to be there for my graduation at 17 July. Well, if it'd still be 2 or three more I wouldn't mind but right now I just feel uncomfortable with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I started a little routine using dumb-bells and ankle weights, really want to and have to use our cross-trainer for some cardio training and have to pay more attention to my actual intake of food. I've always ate healthy; but during the last couple of months just a tad too much. So I bought a protein shake today to have instead of snacking during the day and try to stick mainly to fruit, veggies, mostly vegetarian, salad and try to skip carbohydrates and if chocolate than only high quality dark one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other thing is that I've found an article by David Kirsch today with some excercise that I want to include in my daily routine. So the purpose of writing this down is pretty much to keep an eye on myself and to monitor my achievements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115118421027734905?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115118421027734905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115118421027734905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115118421027734905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115118421027734905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/losing-themno1.html' title='losing them...No.1'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115116854276349786</id><published>2006-06-24T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:06:13.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>last sixteen...germany : sweden in munich...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather: Nice, sunny and warm - almost hot. Enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Good. Relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three minutes to go and things are looking goooooood for Germany! 2:0 with fabulous goals within the first 10mins (or so)! This is great, this is giving me goosebumps and it feels wonderful! I do feel sorry for Olli Kahn though. Poor guy, I just hope Klinsi lets him play at least once. Before the game I went downtown and the nearer the kick-off came, the emptier the city became. People were heading home or mingled in front of the large screens. Even the shop-assistents said that they could see a difference and that it's getting emptier. Usually Saturday is the busiest and most crowded shopping day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Stuttgart! England is playing Ecuador and 60.000 (!) English fans are expected in the city! I've read that this number of English usually doesn't visit Stuttgart in one year. It's going to be one red-white coloured sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO at this very minute the german team is among the best eight of the world!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...I just hope they behave as well as they did in Frankfurt and Cologne so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Change of topic: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's an issue with a new neighbour which is giving me the creeps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thing is that it was a nice chat some time ago and he's asked me if I'd show him around the new neighbourhood and the region. I said yes, of course. Him being from another continent and mostly being on his own and working. So I took him to him to some kind of street festival in our town where locals go to meet old friends from school they haven't seen in ages and such. There were many friends of mine who he talked to and it was a nice evening that he very much enjoyed. When he walked me home (well. we're living on the same street anyway) he frankly asked me what I wanted, why I don't have a b/f and such and it was obvious that he wanted to kiss me. I made it very clear that I'm "just not that into him", that I'm happy as a single and that I don't want to get into anything whatsoever. No kiss. After all he is still just my neighbour and I have a life, a family and work. I'm pretty busy and when not I enjoy taking time for myself and just hang around on my own at home. Since this evening he's pretty much sent me several texts per day and called a couple of times to see what I'm about, if I'm busy, when I'll get home from work, what my plans for the evening would be, etc. Up to that certain extent that I felt cautious about getting home and hoping not to see him on the street and not feeling comfy at home when he sees that I'm in because my car is outside on the street. It feels a bit like I have given him an inch and he wants to take an ell.I don't want to feel the need to find excuses why I don't want to hang around with him.But last night I think he's taken things too far and I feel a bit shocked about it. He's asked me if I had plans for the 4th July weekend as it's his national holiday. We had already talked about this day and I said that if he's doing anything I'd like to come along for any celebrations he might have with colleagues (US army that is). I wondered why he was talking about the weekend as this 4th July is on a Tuesday. He then told me that he's got the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday off and he'd like me to say what to do and where to go and if I wanted to stay overnight! Excuse me!? I told him before that I don't want him to make plans dependent on me! For me this is nothing but a nice guy to have in the neighbourhood. We can go for drinks every now and then and if it fits within the personal schedule we can arrange for a day (!) trip within the region so he can get to know this part of the country. I really have no idea how to get this across to him a nice and non offending way. All I want is to be at home without a bad conscience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115116854276349786?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115116854276349786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115116854276349786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115116854276349786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115116854276349786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-sixteengermany-sweden-in-munich.html' title='last sixteen...germany : sweden in munich...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115092416012004304</id><published>2006-06-21T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:18:40.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>england, germany and crush update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Germany - Ecuador: 3:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;England - Sweden: 2:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is SO cool! England and Germany are both in the last sixteen and not playing each other right now. Fab! But my sweetheart, Michael Owen, is out! Injured badly during the first 4mins of the game. He's out for the rest of the tournament and probably for the next 5 months. Poor darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/michael_owen__newca_205410c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/michael_owen__newca_205410c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, remember my post about colleague-crush I wrote about a couple of days ago? Well, today he almost kissed me! I'd love to kiss him; but I can't allow it to be more than a crush! And he's strong enough not 'to cross that certain thin line' although he admitted today that he's been kissing me many times in his dreams! This is not fair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115092416012004304?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115092416012004304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115092416012004304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115092416012004304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115092416012004304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-germany-and-crush-update.html' title='england, germany and crush update...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115039253790053027</id><published>2006-06-15T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:18:11.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>england : trinidad tobago in nürnberg (2:0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;66mins played and still 0:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh dear, boys... oh dear...what a sorry state you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY!!!! 2:0!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115039253790053027?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115039253790053027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115039253790053027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115039253790053027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115039253790053027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-trinidad-tobago-in-nrnberg-20.html' title='england : trinidad tobago in nürnberg (2:0)'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115037365445271091</id><published>2006-06-15T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:17:48.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>germany : poland in dortmund (1:0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather: hot, hot, hot. Approx. 32°C and sunny; today a bit sticky though as it's supposed to rain tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Mixed. Happy because of all the footie and World Cup stuff going on. But not that well; headache since a couple of days and just a bit 'sludgy' in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all: Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Paikea, happy birthday to me! Yes, yesterday was my 28th birthday. Not a special day; but nice. Nice pressies. The coolest will be that I'll have a BMW Z4 for testing in two weeks time. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOHOO!!! So last night Germany made it; only in the very last minute but who cares? 1:0 against Poland. Poor Polish. Nah, honestly. But I'm actually really really happy for the Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my best friend to watch the game at a very cool new venue in Mannheim - the Jungbusch Arena. Cool people. Mostly students mingling with artists and musicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/200/DSC04023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it's cheering for England again. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just received a message that one of my pics is supposed to be published. Wow - I feel honoured! Let's see where this will go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I've met our new neighbour the first time. Well, new? He's been living here since 6 months already but as summer just started and life is going on outside this was the first time I was chatting with him. Nice guy! He's in the airforce. Impressive. Don't know why but it is. Tonight he's coming along to watch the England game. I'd like to show him around my part of the country and guess he'd be quite happy about it. Strange though - he kept calling me Ma'am! Odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, there's another guy in my life right now who's starting to be disturbing in a nice but wrong way. He's a colleague and we didn't have much to do with each other up until 3 months ago or so. And now - we like each other. A LOT! We're flirting all day long. We kind of know what the other's thinking and can communicate with our eyes and there's no need to talk. Yesterday, it was my birthday and he hugged me. Longer than it would be 'acceptable' for a normal hug. And when we were in each others arms there suddenly was this silence and peace. And I just knew that he felt the same. There was a lot of heartbeating going on. BUT!!! He's married! And I don't want to and can't allow myself to fall in love with him! As soon as I do this whole thing will start to be hurtful. And it doesn't make sense anyway. Really, I hope we can carry on our 'relationship' rather as brother and sister and nothing more. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115037365445271091?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115037365445271091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115037365445271091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115037365445271091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115037365445271091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/germany-poland-in-dortmund-10.html' title='germany : poland in dortmund (1:0)'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-115001271212001581</id><published>2006-06-11T09:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:44:44.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>england : paraguay in frankfurt am main (1:0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/avt_erin[1].paikea_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/avt_erin%5B1%5D.paikea_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me yesterday - all cheery for England. I went to Frankfurt and had a fabulous time! The atmosphere, the vibe... I can hardly describe it! No one should miss this great experience of the World Cup 2006. If there's any chance you should go to one of the WC cities and mingle with the crowds - it's one of the best things ever. Sooooo much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the same time the WC started it was also kick-off for this years summer. 29°C on the balcony yesterday and so far the weather looks promising for today, too. Sunny, blue skys, warm. Yay! Strawberries for brekkie - yum! And yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was wearing jandals for the first time this year - aren't these one of the best inventions ever!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still a bit tired from yesterday; and can't wait for the other games I'm going to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the large screen in the river Main in Frankfurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/DSC03982.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/DSC03982.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/DSC03982.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/DSC03982resize.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/DSC03982resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-115001271212001581?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/115001271212001581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=115001271212001581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115001271212001581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/115001271212001581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-paraguay-in-frankfurt-am-main.html' title='england : paraguay in frankfurt am main (1:0)'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-114992717114077585</id><published>2006-06-10T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:51:35.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kick off....the world cup has started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/1600/FIFA%20World%20Cup%20Germany%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/320/FIFA%20World%20Cup%20Germany%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and fantastic so! Germany won their first game! 4:2 against Costa Rica! Woohoo! Well, actually I'm supporting England and Oz; but Germany is my country and even though it doesn't feel like it most of the time, right now I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today I'm off to Frankfurt to watch England playing Paraguay. It should be fun. We're having guests from Australia and a BBQ on a friends terrace. Nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on top of it - summer has started yesterday. We're having lovely 26°C and sunshine and it's about to get warmer each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-114992717114077585?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/114992717114077585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=114992717114077585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114992717114077585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114992717114077585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/kick-offthe-world-cup-has-started.html' title='kick off....the world cup has started...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-114962956760324771</id><published>2006-06-06T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:57:20.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather: Cloudy and sunny. Too cold for this time of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Quite good, relaxed and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, a lot has happened in the meantime. So much for my plan to write in here regularly. Hopefully I can manage it from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've passed! At 24 March a letter from my uni arrived saying that Ms. Erin Paikea has passed her masters degree! It was such a good feeling! Such a relief and suddenly I felt so grown-up. It has to be one of the best feelings ever! My graduation will be in July and I'll give this time to myself to relax, to make up my mind, to find out what I really want and where I really would like to be, until I start job-hunting seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My part-time job: not a good topic right now. It was OK as long as I wasn't alright. But I've grown so much and this job is showing me where I do not want to be and what I do not want in the future. Not HR and not a purely office-job. I need creativity and definately no controlling. All this controlling that is going on in this office is making me sick and it effectively sucks off all energy I have. The more controlled and watched I feel, the less I accomplish. The positive thing it has shown me though is that I'm sure now that my future is in marketing and media. I've worked as a freelancer at a radio station before and worked for TV - and this is where I belong, where I feel best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've started to take my hobby, art photography, more serious and began to release some of my shots here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://erinpaikea78.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://erinpaikea78.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; . This is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever did! And it's so much fun! I started to walk around with a different view on things, have met wonderful people because of it and never leave my house without my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum has a slipped disc since Easter. It's hard for her; but fortunately it's getting better gradually!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we've booked the ferry and the hotel to go to my graduation! It's going to be fabulous! I've always wanted to stay there and now we are! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my birthday in eight days but doesn't feel like it would be soon as it just too f*** cold!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-114962956760324771?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/114962956760324771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=114962956760324771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114962956760324771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114962956760324771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29366452.post-114962941114505471</id><published>2006-06-06T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:12:46.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1940/3126/200/meresize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;18 February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather: Cloudy, sunny and windy. Too warm for this time of the year - Spring says hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Quite ok. A little hungover from too much homemade avocado-dip with nachos and red wine last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Plans for today: Getting rid of dust bunnies, do some sports and go shopping with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Paikea, 27 years old and just finished my Masters degree in Business. Well, at least I hope I'll pass...&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm having lots of time and many plans for the future. Wahey! World - here I come! :-)&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog ever and I'm curious how it'll go. Ambitions are quite high currently and I hope that I'm going to write in here everyday. Let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See you later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29366452-114962941114505471?l=erinpaikea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/feeds/114962941114505471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29366452&amp;postID=114962941114505471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114962941114505471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29366452/posts/default/114962941114505471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinpaikea.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='my first blog ever...'/><author><name>Paikea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288230289877827070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.souvenirs.co.nz/Images/ProductImages/twist.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
