<?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-5716665</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:55:33.445-04:00</updated><category term='profound'/><category term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Rammiegirl Bloggery</title><subtitle type='html'>A Vera Lim Blog :: 24hr. Verbage</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>987</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2725034808131665884</id><published>2009-07-31T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:43:42.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving On Moving On...I think it's time to change faces just like I have changed places and phases... i don't think the content will change much, but it's time for a new start.  contact me for the new page (which is currently being created as we speak)thank you for reading, if you would still like to, please let me know!sincerely,R/g</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2725034808131665884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2725034808131665884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2725034808131665884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2725034808131665884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6072380082213402420</id><published>2009-01-16T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:13:29.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--The Evolution--of a half-male (moi) to a female (moi)...moi moi moi. crap.I never thought I'd see the evolution of me, being a half-male turn into a pseudo-half male, to what is seemingly now a all-out female. I used to not care about boys, I didn't really like shopping, I never bothered really to look pretty or wear makeup and all that high heels stuff...oh wait, i still don't really bother...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6072380082213402420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6072380082213402420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6072380082213402420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6072380082213402420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/evolution-of-half-male-moi-to-female.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2751380308761710105</id><published>2008-10-05T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:11:35.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Random Thoughts--1.Hot Bar Move: Take Notes.Last night a few of my dental school classmates came into town, so we met at Rush Street martini lounge for a mini-reunion.  Let me first introduce you to the key parties: there's me, Anoosheh (noosh), Niraj, and Sheila (Noosh's best friend, radiology resident).It was:   1. Niraj's birthday   2. Noosh's homecoming (from the Cleve)   3. re-living LA (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2751380308761710105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2751380308761710105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2751380308761710105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2751380308761710105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2605652295438602797</id><published>2008-09-08T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:15:24.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On the topic of college football...One of my favorite seasons of the year.  Yes it is a season, and what a great season it is!  Hopefully, my one team - the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame - will redeem themselves from what I deem to be the most disastrous season yet since the Bob Davie hodgpodge years.  I still cannot live down the loss to Navy.  To NAVY.  (but at least we won against Duke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2605652295438602797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2605652295438602797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2605652295438602797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2605652295438602797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-topic-of-college-football.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4728472053966785556</id><published>2008-08-26T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:45:42.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Random Thoughts...or Maybe Repeated?--I was recently asked why there were no more "Random Thoughts" notes, so... my apologies for those who were actually reading them. A lot of life-changing events happened since my last note, and sadly to say for you, they were more of a personal nature HA.So here are just a few random, and not necessarily altogether profound, thoughts:1. Top Sports </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4728472053966785556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4728472053966785556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4728472053966785556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4728472053966785556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-9012163560067195672</id><published>2008-08-17T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:23:08.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Ethically Wrong--Lately it's been battle after battle between what is ethically right or wrong.  I see the frustrations of both patients and physicians.  Some times, some are right and others they are wrong.  It's hard coming from the standpoint of a physician to truly see what the patients are feeling mostly because we are empowered with the diagnostic and clinical knowledge that have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9012163560067195672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=9012163560067195672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/9012163560067195672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/9012163560067195672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/ethically-wrong-lately-its-been-battle.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8575882110329339189</id><published>2008-08-03T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:08:49.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Empathy--True empathy comes not from understanding because you want to simply because that is what the situation calls for or what society sets as when to be empathetic but stems from a genuine concern for the person afflicted.  Empathy comes from putting oneself aside when thinking about the other person.  Why?  Because it is impossible to truly put oneself in another person's shoes.  And more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8575882110329339189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8575882110329339189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8575882110329339189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8575882110329339189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/empathy-true-empathy-comes-not-from.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7172149316889005804</id><published>2008-07-14T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:22:51.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Staff Management--Today's much overdue entry is on the topic of staff management and what to do when you have to work with some pretty ridiculous staff members.Don't:1) Piss them off. This is especially if you need them.  And...when you least suspect it, you will need them direly at some point in time and that is when you will have wished with deep regret that you did not badmouth or placed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7172149316889005804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7172149316889005804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7172149316889005804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7172149316889005804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/staff-management-todays-much-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-1838748810535704953</id><published>2008-06-28T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:46:02.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Pasttimes...--It's been a long and very emotional week... so much so that I chose not to go to bible study tonight.  Right now, there are the biggest bolts of lightning flashing from the sky.  I can see them even with my blinds drawn, they are so bright.  I stopped watching the Naruto Shippuden series to count the seconds until the thunder roars...and honestly, I can't wait for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1838748810535704953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=1838748810535704953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1838748810535704953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1838748810535704953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/pasttimes.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-648096415554349924</id><published>2008-06-17T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:28:34.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--A Whole New World--One of the best things about going abroad and choosing not to take one's laptop is getting to leave your current life behind and have absolutely no connection to it whatsoever, especially if there are things that one desperately needs to get away from or to momentarily forget, if only for a very short while.I just came back from a 7-day Japan and 2-day Thailand trip.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/648096415554349924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=648096415554349924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/648096415554349924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/648096415554349924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-new-world-one-of-best-things.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2148400850853192048</id><published>2008-05-31T01:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:38:54.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Growing Up--How do you know that you've grown?  Is it in height?  In weight?  How do you know when you have matured?  Is it when you are more forgiving?  Or is it because you are able to tolerate pain more?  I find that lately, growing is a lot about discovery.  Not so much discovery in what we can do, but discovery in the things that we have yet to learn how to do, or the things that we cannot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2148400850853192048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2148400850853192048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2148400850853192048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2148400850853192048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-up-how-do-you-know-that-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-27717175782614643</id><published>2008-05-22T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:02:59.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Freeflow--Is it so bad to want more?  To want more from myself, from other people?  Is it delusional to let the heart lead instead of the head? Is it worth being one in millions? People should be better.  There shouldn't be pain and suffering in the world, but there is.  People should not hurt others, they should be more forgiving, more understanding, but they aren't.  But they should be.  They</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/27717175782614643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=27717175782614643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/27717175782614643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/27717175782614643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/freeflow-is-it-so-bad-to-want-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7972002442428984224</id><published>2008-05-14T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:26:00.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--All Mixed Up--You know what they say about what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?  Exactly how much of that is true? Lately it's been weeks of emotional fluctuations, kind of like a ridiculous seismograph...an unpredictable earthquake.  It's either been varying between insane amount of stress and anxiety (in dealing with school and boards) or in depression (for past and recent issues...and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7972002442428984224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7972002442428984224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7972002442428984224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7972002442428984224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-mixed-up-you-know-what-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-3026817428403168105</id><published>2008-05-10T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:52:57.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Changes--I apologize for the lack of bloggery.  There have been a lot of changes in my life lately that have kept me from writing, mostly because they are too personal in nature and are irrelevant to the purpose of this blog which is to produce quality reflective writing.  I do hope to start blogging sometime soon, at least on a more consistent basis, but that again will depend on how quickly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3026817428403168105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=3026817428403168105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3026817428403168105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3026817428403168105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/changes-i-apologize-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-1842865592519019315</id><published>2008-04-23T18:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:09:14.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Falling Into Place.  Finally.--In a summary of sentences:- I have good days, and I have bad days.  Mostly it's been just good days but bad mornings.- Leona Lewis, "Better With Time" : repeat x 1month- My friends are the most awesome friends in the world, for putting up with me like this for a month (hopefully not more)- Starting to want things that I miss doing:  dance, music, photography, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1842865592519019315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=1842865592519019315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1842865592519019315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1842865592519019315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/falling-into-place.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2625914561894015954</id><published>2008-04-13T00:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:22:03.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--The Worst...--Is wanting something that you know you can never have.  is waiting for someone who will never come.  is facing the Truth, when you know it deep down inside.is trying to move on when you don't fully want to, even if and when you should.is hoping for something that doesn't exist.is giving up on yourself.comes when you realize that dreams don't come true.is falling back to building </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2625914561894015954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2625914561894015954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2625914561894015954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2625914561894015954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/worst.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-1614665480098681533</id><published>2008-03-24T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:07:35.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Bravery...--Bravery is a very weird thing, mostly because it can be manifested in so many ways.  Some call if a facade, some call it a lie.  Some call it a mask, hiding everything that doesn't want to be shown.  Some call it a defense system, building walls to prevent certain people (or the world) from seeing a weakness, a fear, a sadness......I call it a necessity, because it is all of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1614665480098681533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=1614665480098681533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1614665480098681533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1614665480098681533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/bravery.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5200778715455897955</id><published>2008-03-22T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:48:31.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--It's that Time Of Year Again...--March Madness.Joy.My bracket really stinks.  That of course is of my own doing.  There will be upsets, but for me to pick UGA (Georgia) who had the crappiest season ever for two rounds, that's almost asking for suicide.  The upsets of course were not expected - UConn got taken out early, and so did Oklahoma.  Shoot.  The hardest calls are when the two teams are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5200778715455897955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5200778715455897955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5200778715455897955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5200778715455897955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6555607673138000847</id><published>2008-03-17T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:11:23.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Vulnerability--Vulnerability breeds insecurity.  We all know that, but I didn't realize how much until the past one or two months. I used to think that I could separate work from home, business from pleasure, what I felt was unimportant from what I treasured the most.  I thought that I was strong enough, emotionally and mentally, to block what I was going through with school from affecting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6555607673138000847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6555607673138000847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6555607673138000847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6555607673138000847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/vulnerability-vulnerability-breeds.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7916848673652200064</id><published>2008-03-15T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:44:41.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Greener Grass--If life only gets harder, why do I still find it to be the most difficult time now?It's ironic how everything in retrospect always seems so much easier.  High school, undergrad...it all seemed so stressful back then, all those now-silly little things that used to get me all worked up, tears and everything.  Even now, in knowing that Life only gets much harder, more complicated, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7916848673652200064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7916848673652200064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7916848673652200064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7916848673652200064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/greener-grass-if-life-only-gets-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8712244881255112619</id><published>2008-03-03T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:55:44.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how so many of our parents say that to us: "Watch what you say!"  " Think before you act! (or talk)"  "Don't say anything that you don't mean!"Blah blah blah blah blahhh.All lies. Lies I tell you!The most ironic thing about parents is how they are ginormous walking oxymorons.  They are probably the biggest hypocrites that we will ever meet because 1) they only want what's best for us so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8712244881255112619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8712244881255112619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8712244881255112619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8712244881255112619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-how-so-many-of-our-parents-say.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-1470728921543762591</id><published>2008-03-02T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:04:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Random Thoughts--On Strength...There are many types of strengths.  Inner-strength, physical strength, emotional strength, spiritual strength...There are times when sometimes strength isn't enough.  And there are times when strength is misunderstood, but mostly underestimated.  It is hard to know when strength has run out or when we just haven't give it enough.  Will our efforts toward </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1470728921543762591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=1470728921543762591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1470728921543762591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1470728921543762591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-random-thoughts-on-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-3365908234626233656</id><published>2008-02-16T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:02:53.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Taken For Granted--I received some of the most saddest, most tragic, news in my life today...the husband of my classmate passed away yesterday in a snowmobile accident, leaving behind his 24 y/o wife and 9-month old baby girl...Right now, even as I write this post, I am still dumbfounded by the news.  I don't expect to see my classmate for the rest of the year, what with dealing with a new baby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3365908234626233656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=3365908234626233656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3365908234626233656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3365908234626233656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/taken-for-granted-i-received-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8411491279074797891</id><published>2008-02-12T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:12:49.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Going Against Your Gut--Lately I have been feeling this feeling...its a feeling that I have felt before, and it has only led to one thing.  Jumping the Gun.The scenario: I have a very bad habit of being fairly impulsive when it comes to certain things.  I like to "know" things, so that I can plan things, so that I can feel secure about things.  However, reality and my own head tells me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8411491279074797891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8411491279074797891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8411491279074797891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8411491279074797891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-against-your-gut-lately-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4064739233413233255</id><published>2008-01-21T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:57:35.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Random Thoughts--While at a buddy's house yesterday to watch the playoffs for the NFL and to get some grub, I stole away with a girl buddy of mine and so said buddy to upload some pictures to his laptop.  What resulted was a somewhat interesting conversation, of which I will add some questions that were brought up:1.  How long do you think it should be before a couple gets engaged?  Minimum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4064739233413233255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4064739233413233255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4064739233413233255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4064739233413233255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thoughts-while-at-buddys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5256339097163541694</id><published>2008-01-16T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:43:41.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Life, Again So Fragile--A brother of a good friend of mine passed away on Monday night after falling from a parking structure in Ann Arbor......I apologize in advance for what may be a very discombobulated, very disjointed entry.  This week has not only been physically trying but emotionally demanding, beginning (or perhaps culminating) in this most recent news.  J.W was only 24(?) years old, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5256339097163541694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5256339097163541694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5256339097163541694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5256339097163541694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-again-so-fragile-brother-of-good.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2317615775702557252</id><published>2008-01-14T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:46:24.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Foolish Is As Foolish Does--And this is a fool who never learns from her mistakes.Not this fool anyway.Is it inherent nature?  I ask myself that each and every time I find myself making the same and same mistake again.  The mistake of trusting someone that shouldn't be trusted, of thinking that something is there that was never there to begin with.  Maybe it is the result of an overactive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2317615775702557252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2317615775702557252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2317615775702557252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2317615775702557252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/foolish-is-as-foolish-does-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8302818685379054579</id><published>2008-01-10T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:59:52.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Misconceptions--Sometimes, we end up looking like something we're not.  Not by our own doing, not by choice, but from the sheer conceptions that people have of us.  It is insanely hard not to make assumptions, especially when you do not know a lot about a person.  A large chunk of the relationship then falls solely on trust, trust that the other person isn't making assumptions as well, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8302818685379054579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8302818685379054579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8302818685379054579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8302818685379054579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/misconceptions-sometimes-we-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5491878289046340900</id><published>2008-01-01T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:49:34.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--2008--Better be better than 2007, because last year was hell. :P Happy New Year Everyone!I didn't get a chance to write out my resolutions like I normally do because B&amp;N closed early yesterday before I could buy my annual Moleskine journal.  *sigh*  I hate starting the new year late.  Then again, it seems that everything in terms of life goals and events seem to happen "late" for me.  Guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5491878289046340900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5491878289046340900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5491878289046340900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5491878289046340900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-better-be-better-than-2007-because.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7946544181511434682</id><published>2007-12-25T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:21:25.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy Holidays!--Merry Christmas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7946544181511434682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7946544181511434682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7946544181511434682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7946544181511434682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5900784237515052638</id><published>2007-12-20T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:54:54.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--A Song For You--Have you ever turned on your iTunes or your iPod, hit play, and have a song come up only to jog your memory of a certain someone?  I have several songs on my iTunes that whenever I play them, I think of a certain friend, or a certain family member.  No exes as of yet, but then again, those exes that I am still in touch with were always more of a best friend/childhood friend than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5900784237515052638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5900784237515052638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5900784237515052638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5900784237515052638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/song-for-you-have-you-ever-turned-on.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2521446049934131954</id><published>2007-12-11T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:17:21.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--For The Sake Of Saying...--"I'm sorry." x infinity. :POne of the things that irritates me is when people say things for the sake of saying it.  If it's an attendant in a retail store, then that's a different story: they see so many people that appeasement takes the place of sincerity.  They really cannot afford to offend any people, so "I'm sorry" is of course the first thing that comes out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2521446049934131954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2521446049934131954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2521446049934131954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2521446049934131954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-sake-of-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6449546942680608243</id><published>2007-12-09T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:45:49.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Being Pushed to Your Brink of Insanity...--...1.  Never forget who you are.  2.  Never forget where you came from.3.  Never forget that God is with you, that he made you, and that he will take you wherever you need to go.4.  Never forget who holds you dear to their heart.and last but not least...never forget that in the grand scheme of things, no matter how much people may say it's not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6449546942680608243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6449546942680608243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6449546942680608243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6449546942680608243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-being-pushed-to-your-brink-of.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8866198081710234736</id><published>2007-12-03T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:45:02.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Unexplainable--My list of unexplainables:1.  Women: we are complicated creatures.  Especially around that time of the month. Hands down.  And I think everyone can agree on this.2.  Men:  because they don't show enough emotion for us to read them well.  They can claim simple-mindedness for all eternity, but they are not emotionaless, and in my experience, emotions are always unexplainable.3.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8866198081710234736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8866198081710234736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8866198081710234736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8866198081710234736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/unexplainable-my-list-of-unexplainables.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-3731811911411569540</id><published>2007-11-28T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:02:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Growing Up--This past week I have had the blessed opportunity to work on children up in Oscoda, MI as I do my one of a two-week rotation in this seemingly godforsaken place.  I enjoy rotations mostly because they remind me of what I will be doing in the future, and they take me away from my current suffering and insanity in the dental school.  For once in six months, I actually enjoyed what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3731811911411569540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=3731811911411569540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3731811911411569540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3731811911411569540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-growing-up-this-past-week-i-have-had.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4514725886131850996</id><published>2007-11-25T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:29:24.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Life and It's Changing Purposes--I asked my sister where she saw herself a year from now, after she graduates from NYU.  And she said, "Does it matter?  Did you expect to be where you are four years ago?"How true.I never expected to be where I am today, never imagined that I would go through all that I had gone through in the past four years, and all the people I would meet, the people that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4514725886131850996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4514725886131850996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4514725886131850996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4514725886131850996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-life-and-its-changing-purposes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4701976342445170970</id><published>2007-11-21T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:09:13.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Simple Pleasures--For the first time in the four years and counting that I have been at Michigan, I actually thought of how I should have stayed in Ann Arbor this Thanksgiving Break.  Maybe it is because I am sick, and the thought of exerting energy to play mediator between battling family femmes drains my body dry, or maybe it is the sheer fact that it has been so long since I last stopped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4701976342445170970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4701976342445170970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4701976342445170970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4701976342445170970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-simple-pleasures-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6479701190450730016</id><published>2007-11-18T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:31:32.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Being Inspired and Inspiring--The past couple of months have been mostly months of perseverance, of struggling, being kicked down time and time again and having to fight your way back up.  It has been a period of testing Faith and asking for strength.  And it has also been a period of inspiration. Inspiration can mean many different things.  It can come from many different sources, and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6479701190450730016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6479701190450730016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6479701190450730016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6479701190450730016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-being-inspired-and-inspiring-past.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7602619741130008029</id><published>2007-11-06T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:15:35.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Recipe For Contentment--1 television1 lazy Saturday afternoon3 college football games1 quality companion1 box of cheesy bread and pizza1 warm blanket1 comfy couch 3 pillows1 cellphoneSometimes happiness is all about the simple things.  Being with someone you care about, who cares about you, be it a good friend or a significant other.  It is about watching one of your favorite sports for six </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7602619741130008029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7602619741130008029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7602619741130008029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7602619741130008029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/recipe-for-contentment-1-television-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4583757917192705589</id><published>2007-10-31T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:02:08.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Various...--Topic:Dabbling with Grays--I never liked the color gray.  I hated how it was always gray back in undergrad in Indiana, how bleak it made everything.  We wouldn't have a clue if it would snow, or if it would rain, or if it would thunderstorm, or if it would break into random sunlight.  It was very...uncertain, very melancholy.  Gray is like putting on a very thin, very black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4583757917192705589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4583757917192705589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4583757917192705589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4583757917192705589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/various.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-789960853696660353</id><published>2007-10-24T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:55:32.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Running with Faith--Sometimes...you just don't know where you are headed.  Sometimes, you don't know where you are going, but you know that you are bound for somewhere, somewhere great, with wonderful things in store.  Sometimes, you don't know how you are going to get there.  Sometimes you have no idea of how hard the journey is going to be, how much strength it is going to take.  Sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/789960853696660353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=789960853696660353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/789960853696660353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/789960853696660353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-with-faith-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6257351463520371077</id><published>2007-10-22T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:13:55.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--On Investments...--Of the emotional kind.It's funny, this emotional investment thing.  I feel like with most things, it is difficult to have your feet straddling both sides of the fence.  What I mean by this is simply, you can't be emotionally invested in a relationship - seriously dating or marriage - and also have the less-emotionally investment of a casual let's-see-where-this-goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6257351463520371077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6257351463520371077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6257351463520371077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6257351463520371077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-investments.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4635728527634380762</id><published>2007-10-08T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:36:02.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Getting To Know Youuu...--Recently I made one of those quizzes asking random questions about myself for various people that I know to take, just for kicks.  Maybe that quiz was too easy, because someone I met recently scored 90%.  :X  Either that, or I must be an open book.  Or that person is a really (and I mean really) lucky guesser. Hahaha.  It takes me at least half a year to even scratch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4635728527634380762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4635728527634380762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4635728527634380762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4635728527634380762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-to-know-youuu.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5804218872688066167</id><published>2007-10-07T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:37:08.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Graciousness--It is rare that people are able to withstand grudges these days.  Too often, we as human beings are too weak to put aside our own emotions.  Rarely can we put ourselves in someone else's shoes, and even when we do, when they injure us or cause us grief, it becomes even harder to set aside our emotions and accept those feelings of our counterparts.  However, the feeling of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5804218872688066167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5804218872688066167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5804218872688066167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5804218872688066167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/graciousness-it-is-rare-that-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8708509897237169646</id><published>2007-10-01T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:07:37.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pick Up The Pace!Yesterday I was talking to my mom about how nowadays it seems that the people I meet nowadays, or anyone who is even remotely interested, tends to want to skip the whole friends-first-boyfriend-later phase and jump straight to a very fast-paced familiarization method.  My mom quipped back with a quick,"Well, you don't really have that much time left anyway since you're getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8708509897237169646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8708509897237169646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8708509897237169646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8708509897237169646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/pick-up-pace-yesterday-i-was-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4125447687039276139</id><published>2007-09-22T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:42:16.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Football--I really like to watch football.  I don't really know much about it, but that's one of the things that I got from Notre Dame.  I also really suck at football.  I can't catch under fire or when people are watching me.  One-on-one is fine, but if there's a mass boatload of people on the field all running and screaming, I choke easy.Which makes flag football really fun but really crappy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4125447687039276139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4125447687039276139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4125447687039276139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4125447687039276139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/football-i-really-like-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2975132859363792137</id><published>2007-09-16T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:12:03.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Faith--Faith is a very funny thing.  For something so intangible, it dominates quite a few things.  Many a time it goes hand-in-hand with trust.  Some say that it is interchangeable, others feel that they are two completely separate things.  I think that they are two different entities in themselves, playing off each other, perhaps strengthening each other in various circumstances.  Faith, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2975132859363792137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2975132859363792137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2975132859363792137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2975132859363792137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/faith-faith-is-very-funny-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5669497215978660279</id><published>2007-08-18T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:15:35.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Life--Sorry for the lack of blogging.  There have been quite a lot of things on my mind, quite a bit of stress with school, and just quite a bit of Life that keep coming up.Went to my friend Sarah's wedding in DC/Maryland last weekend, it was so nice to see her.  I'm going to leave out the details about how Northwest Airlines completely screwed me over by cancelling all flights that day to DC, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5669497215978660279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5669497215978660279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5669497215978660279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5669497215978660279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-sorry-for-lack-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-315341505008039401</id><published>2007-07-11T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:39:47.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Korean Soap Dramas--I only like happy ending romantic korean television dramas.  :)Lately, I've been watching My Girl when I bought it a month ago.  It's such a sweet movie and practically broke my heart.  My best friend asked why would people want to watch drama when there is enough of it going on in our lives.  I guess my reason is that because I only watch the happy-ending dramas, it gives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/315341505008039401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=315341505008039401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/315341505008039401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/315341505008039401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/korean-soap-dramas-i-only-like-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6756146563303324646</id><published>2007-07-03T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:28:10.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--The Truth Revealed!--Recently, I received a piece of news about someone that only led me closer to believing that something shady and sketchy had been going on with this person from the very beginning.  It's funny.  I keep running into liars and people who try to hide the truth, who are just so far from genuine, and every single time, I ask myself, "Do these people think I am stupid or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6756146563303324646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6756146563303324646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6756146563303324646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6756146563303324646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/truth-revealed-recently-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6378747861432549746</id><published>2007-06-27T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:33:48.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Weddings Galore--To Count:2 weddings to attend3 weddings invited to5 weddings I know of2 babies born this year1 engagement that I just found outWow.  I knew this was the golden pig year, but I didn't think that so many events would be planned around it!  Part of me feels really happy for all my friends getting married.  I'm glad that they found that someone to walk with for the rest of their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6378747861432549746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6378747861432549746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6378747861432549746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6378747861432549746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/weddings-galore-to-count-2-weddings-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6864838586635908637</id><published>2007-06-24T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:17:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--What Keeps Us Going--Frankly, I don't know.  It's a simple question that we ask ourselves sometimes when the rough gets going, or when we are in dismal states.  But the answer is totally individual.  Some of us don't keep on going.  They quit.  Give up.  Find solace in depression and desolation.  I can see how that is possible.  Sometimes there is no light at the end of the tunnel.  It is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6864838586635908637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6864838586635908637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6864838586635908637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6864838586635908637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-keeps-us-going-frankly-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-1994095055393312964</id><published>2007-06-17T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:52:28.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy Father's Day--Happy Father's Day!To all the fathers out there...I hope all of you remember your fathers or your father-figures in your life.  Even though they may not be the perfect parent/role model, we are all human, and they are ones that have decided to take the effort to shape you into a human being that can help change the world.  And even if they are no longer here with us on this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1994095055393312964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=1994095055393312964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1994095055393312964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/1994095055393312964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-happy-fathers-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-386249067474472121</id><published>2007-06-06T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:16:44.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--All In Time--Time.  What a great word.  Does so much even thought we may not feel like it does anything at all because it is passing by so quickly.Time.  Healing takes time.  It takes time to forget someone, and quite a bit of time.  Sometimes you never do forget someone no matter how much time has passed depending on how much that person has impacted your life, both positively and negatively.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/386249067474472121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=386249067474472121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/386249067474472121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/386249067474472121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-in-time-time.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7000219376579395801</id><published>2007-05-31T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:36:03.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Resolute and Resolution--To be weak is human, but to stay weak and complacent?  Do it not.Acceptance of who we are, it is what makes us understand ourselves and utilize our strengths.  It makes us aware of how good we are at being human, and how far we fall short of God.  But to use it as an excuse instead of working on our flaws?  To hide ourselves from open eyes and knowing what we are doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7000219376579395801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7000219376579395801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7000219376579395801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7000219376579395801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/resolute-and-resolution-to-be-weak-is.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8575029882168449486</id><published>2007-05-24T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:55:50.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--What Do You Think?--1.  If a friend whom you were close to several years ago drifted away, never bothered to maintain contact or communication even though they had all the information to email you, write you, call you or whatever...are they still a friend?  What defines a friend?  The fact that you got along together many years ago?  Or is the growth and interpersonal relationship that should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8575029882168449486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8575029882168449486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8575029882168449486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8575029882168449486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-do-you-think-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2114106189477030170</id><published>2007-05-13T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:29:26.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Identity Crisis: Part II--So what becomes of the Asian-American child now?  Caught between the values instilled by both an American society and an Asian household, their identity is always being tested.  By the time the child is a teenager, he or she has usually accepted their identity of being a mixed-breed, a combination of both cultures, some having stronger tendencies towards one than the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2114106189477030170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2114106189477030170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2114106189477030170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2114106189477030170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/identity-crisis-part-ii-so-what-becomes.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-4346859507375043560</id><published>2007-05-09T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:02:32.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Identity Crisis: Part I--They say that parents screw up their children in many more ways than one.  True, says I, so very true.  After all, there is no perfect individual, and while desirable traits can be inherited, so can some less desirable traits.  After all, the old colloquial saying, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" exists for a reason, no?Most children eventually figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4346859507375043560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=4346859507375043560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4346859507375043560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/4346859507375043560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/identity-crisis-part-i-they-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-9143153323889741257</id><published>2007-05-09T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:22:32.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Complexity--There's always two ways of looking at things: simple vs. complex.  It's all in one's head whether something is simple or not.  It's all fine and dandy to state things matter-of-factly: it is what it is, so you do what you gotta do.  But in reality, combine that with basic human sentiment, and you've got something complex.  Emotions always complicate things, no matter how simple they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9143153323889741257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=9143153323889741257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/9143153323889741257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/9143153323889741257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2838685694497725819</id><published>2007-05-07T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:57:27.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Demons: Part I--I have a friend.She's a very sweet person.and yet...she lives in a society that has all the priorities in the wrong place.  They fail to focus on inner beauty, on where a person's heart should be.  Instead, the emphasis is placed on weight, what you eat, how attractive you are, the type of car you drive, whether or not you went abroad for university or went local, what type of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2838685694497725819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2838685694497725819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2838685694497725819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2838685694497725819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/demons-part-i-i-have-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6032082117945199978</id><published>2007-05-04T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:24:52.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Singapore/Malaysia Pix--Stupid but entertaining post:Pix posted on Flickr Malaysia &amp; Singy Pix.Had to delete about 50 photographs to add these new ones.  Along with those of my 26th birthday party, click on link: party pix.Oh...I forgot...LA Pix too.Work hard. Save hard. Play hard.  Then save some more HAHAHAHA.Hey, I may be a homebody most of the time, but that only means that I save up all my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6032082117945199978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6032082117945199978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6032082117945199978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6032082117945199978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/singaporemalaysia-pix-stupid-but.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5544676749797998693</id><published>2007-05-03T04:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:06:43.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>==Can Culture Be Bought?--**Note: I apologize for the lack of bloggery.  Due to the end of the semester term and a sheer lack of time and lapse of sanity, I ran not only out of topics but out of energy to blog.  However, the bloggery is back in full force with what will hopefully be of a more discussable read.  Disclaimer still holds.  Thanks!**It's funny how Asians have their own stereotypes of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5544676749797998693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5544676749797998693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5544676749797998693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5544676749797998693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-culture-be-bought-note-i-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-3975809122126848073</id><published>2007-02-14T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:49:36.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy Valentine's Day--I never liked Valentine's Day...but this year, I tried really hard by being cheerful the night before.  And eventhough I found out I have a secret admirer (or stalker) at school who sent me a bouquet of lilies and roses, chocolates, and a bottle of wine ... I still found myself wishing that they had all come from someone else, or that they didn't come at all.  Because the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3975809122126848073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=3975809122126848073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3975809122126848073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3975809122126848073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-i-never-liked.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5848952286039416310</id><published>2007-02-06T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:26:42.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--When To Let Go--When is the the right time to let go?Sometimes we should never let go...never let go of Faith, of hope for something.  Because there is some reason or another deep down that compels us to continue to hold on to whatever it is that we are holding on, whether it is a love for someone, or an opportunity to be with someone, or a chance to go somewhere else, or to move up in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5848952286039416310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5848952286039416310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5848952286039416310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5848952286039416310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-to-let-go-when-is-the-right-time.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2395782354164010747</id><published>2007-01-26T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:56:18.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Acceptance--Acceptance is one of the hardest things to do.  At least for someone like me.  There's always the fine line of being a slacker and "accepting" things as they are, Fate some call it - and the opposite side of being the driven pursuer, taking things into their own hands or...as much of it as they can anyway.It's one thing to push yourself, but when it comes to the actions and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2395782354164010747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2395782354164010747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2395782354164010747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2395782354164010747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/acceptance-acceptance-is-one-of-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6820600094840367618</id><published>2007-01-17T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:27:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Sadness--This afternoon, a school-wide email was sent by the dean informing us of the sudden death of one of my friends last night.  Ryan was a senior dental student, just 3 months shy of graduating, the oldest and first to go to college in his family, and had just turned 27 this past December.  He collapsed on the treadmill at the gym last night suddenly, and despite the efforts of CPR and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6820600094840367618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6820600094840367618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6820600094840367618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6820600094840367618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/sadness-this-afternoon-school-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5041611824844255402</id><published>2007-01-13T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:04:10.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--A Question--When it comes to finding that special someone, is it more about the right person or the right timing?  does one take prevalance over the other?  or does it go hand-in-hand...a)  what if you think you've found the right person, but the timing is off for whatever reason....(he/she just got outta a serious relationship, he/she doesn't feel "ready", he/she has other priorities right now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5041611824844255402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5041611824844255402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5041611824844255402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5041611824844255402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/question-when-it-comes-to-finding-that.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-8254585966206659565</id><published>2007-01-10T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:02:08.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Sorry--Sorry for a lack of bloggery.  Blogger has been acting up on me, and I have found it almost impossible to log on and write.  Will start once I figure out what is wrong.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8254585966206659565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=8254585966206659565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8254585966206659565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/8254585966206659565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-sorry-for-lack-of-bloggery.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-866916460687656623</id><published>2007-01-01T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:40:04.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy New Year-- Happy New Year!May you be blessed with as many if not more joy and happiness as you were blessed in 2006.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/866916460687656623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=866916460687656623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/866916460687656623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/866916460687656623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-happy-new-year-may-you.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-7229578733716818482</id><published>2006-12-25T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:26:38.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy Holidays--MerryChristmas!Hope you were good and Santa gave you all that you asked for!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7229578733716818482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=7229578733716818482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7229578733716818482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/7229578733716818482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-merry-christmas-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-902062618409668352</id><published>2006-12-17T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:29:05.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Let It Go--The one thing that I honestly hate about parents is the constant guilt-trips that they place, as well as their nagging.  I see it everywhere, in my own parents, in my friends' parents, in the little kids I treat at school.  It's annoying.  It's annoying as hell, and half the time, it is unnecessary. If someone already feels bad about something that has happened, the initial lecture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/902062618409668352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=902062618409668352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/902062618409668352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/902062618409668352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-it-go-one-thing-that-i-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-616443644659518202</id><published>2006-12-09T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:19:53.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Home--Home is where the heart is.  Truer words have never been said.  I honestly cannot wait to go home.  There is something about being among friends who have grown up with you, who have grown with you, who have taken your sh*t and you have put up with theirs, people who know what kind of person you truly are and who will not listen to the discriminations of others because deep down, they know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/616443644659518202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=616443644659518202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/616443644659518202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/616443644659518202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-home-is-where-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-3050299063872720897</id><published>2006-12-02T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:44:29.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profound'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Change--Change is inevitable, but there are also limitations that come with it.  Most of the limitations are determined by each of our individual nature, how well we can tolerate some things and others, less.  Sometimes, eventhough a person can change, it may not necessarily be good for that person to always focus on changing.  Because then, they forget who they really are, and thus enter into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3050299063872720897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=3050299063872720897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3050299063872720897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/3050299063872720897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/change-change-is-inevitable-but-there.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-6364917799573052034</id><published>2006-11-24T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:00:34.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Happy Thanksgiving-- Happy Thanksgiving.It has been a truly gratifying and blessed week.  Safe travels everyone!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6364917799573052034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=6364917799573052034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6364917799573052034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/6364917799573052034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving-happy-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-2201499919332438213</id><published>2006-11-19T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:20:57.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Turkey Day Approaches!--Thanksgiving is almost here!  Thank the lord, I am so overdue for a much-deserved vaca ( vay-kay).  The past month has been quite overbearing honestly, seeing patients at every possible interval I can, overriding for a cubicle, and then running through my pediatrics rotation twice a week seeing little kids.  It gets to be quite tiring.  And of course, with every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2201499919332438213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=2201499919332438213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2201499919332438213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/2201499919332438213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-day-approaches-thanksgiving-is.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-5362516818440127351</id><published>2006-11-13T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:16:19.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Questions To Ponder--1.  Is it better if the guy makes the first move, or the girl makes the first move?2.  How do you know if a shy / introverted guy is into a girl?  Especially if he doesn't talk that much.3.  Is it good to get set up with a Potential by friends?  Or not? Just a few topics of discussions among my friends the past couple days (ie the weekend).Hmm.....answers to come when I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5362516818440127351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=5362516818440127351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5362516818440127351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/5362516818440127351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/questions-to-ponder-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116287390552027616</id><published>2006-11-06T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:18.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Thought Of The Day--Today I thought about one major thing : how there are so many people out there who are less fortunate than I (and my friends).  Just thinking about how people I know, or people that my friends know, who are suffering from some debilitating disease breaks my heart.  There are people out there who are in pain for 24/7 unless they have some IV drip with morphine flowing through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116287390552027616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116287390552027616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116287390552027616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116287390552027616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/thought-of-day-today-i-thought-about.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116268674916051239</id><published>2006-11-04T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:18.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--The Break Up--starring: Jennifer Aniston &amp; Vince VaughnBy far, one of the worst movies that I have ever seen this year.I had such high hopes for this movie, but instead, what was supposed to be a girls' night out turned out to be two straight hours of plain, loud, arguing between Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn.  While I loved Vaughn's character in Wedding Crashers, it became the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116268674916051239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116268674916051239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116268674916051239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116268674916051239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/break-up-starring-jennifer-aniston.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116191183623777679</id><published>2006-10-26T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:16.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Fact or Fiction--The topic of today: boys.The question of today: Are the male characters portrayed by anime films/series suppose to reflect that of the actual male in society or are they merely a reflection of the males that women really want?I am writing this from a purely biased perspective of course.  Keep in mind, this is in regard to a previous weekend of being surrounded by couples for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116191183623777679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116191183623777679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116191183623777679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116191183623777679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/fact-or-fiction-topic-of-today-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116122116666048133</id><published>2006-10-18T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:16.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Religion vs. Free Speech--Yesterday I treated a patient who was a very outspoken liberal, with emphasis on outspoken.  Normally I am pretty lax and dismissive about social opinions.  Free will entitles each and every one of us to have the opinions we have and to live our lives the way we feel we want to live them.  Our choices are ours, and the consequences from these choices are ours to bear.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116122116666048133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116122116666048133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116122116666048133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116122116666048133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/religion-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116121602598431941</id><published>2006-10-18T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:16.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--The Cold--- Most typically caused by a rhinovirus- Current symptoms exhibited are:1) Fever2) Malaise3) Fatigue4) Cough5) Runny nose6) Pseudo-sore throat- Current medications include:1) Advil (for fever)2) Nyquil (for sleeping/symptomatic relief)- Currently feeling:like poo. plain ol' poo.- Current sentiment on school:Why on earth am I still thinking about my patients and treatment plans when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116121602598431941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116121602598431941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116121602598431941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116121602598431941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/cold-most-typically-caused-by.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116103390146808024</id><published>2006-10-16T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:16.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Thought Of The Day--As taken from the television shows I enjoy watching whenever I feel like it:"When someone says they've stopped caring about you, you're pretty much screwed." --  Lucas Scott, One Tree HillIt takes a lot, and yet it doesn't take much.  And sometimes, it was never there to begin with, no matter how many times you tried to make it work.  The drama, the problems, the annoying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116103390146808024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116103390146808024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116103390146808024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116103390146808024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-of-day-as-taken-from.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116080977942594850</id><published>2006-10-14T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Why--1.  Why is it that the people who don't deserve attention get it?  And the ones that do, do not?  2.  Why does life seem to get more and more difficult / depressing to go through as we get older?3.  Why is it that I only get hit on by losers?4.  Why do I constantly choose locations that are so far from the ones I love?5.  Why is growing up so hard?6.  Why is love so hard to find?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116080977942594850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116080977942594850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116080977942594850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116080977942594850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116051846910741859</id><published>2006-10-10T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:15.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Celebrity Lookalikes--So...I look like Song Hye-Kyo eh?  :)  Well I have to admit, she's pretty cute, and I absolutely love her in Full House.  Although Sammi Cheng came as a bit of a surprise.  Along with the numerous Japanese celebrities.  Never been quoted to be Japanese...Filippina first, then Korean...Korean almost all the time because of my last name...but Japanese?  That's a first.So...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116051846910741859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116051846910741859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116051846910741859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116051846910741859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebrity-lookalikes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-116043600083705117</id><published>2006-10-09T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:15.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--New Pix--From my weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116043600083705117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=116043600083705117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116043600083705117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/116043600083705117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-pix-from-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115981739603261532</id><published>2006-10-02T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:15.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Boarding--Planning on learning how to snowboard this December and some sibling bonding as well, but I have no idea where to go on the East Coast!The West Coast will have to wait until we have longer vacations sadly.  Our vacations are off by a week, and with the flight time and jet lag, it'd be impossible for me to go and see patients a couple days after.I heard Silver Spring(?) in West VA was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115981739603261532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115981739603261532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115981739603261532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115981739603261532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/boarding-planning-on-learning-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115967865103366448</id><published>2006-10-01T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:15.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Castle In The Sky--Yet another Hayao Miyazaki weekend with Castle In The Sky.  Mmm I do love my anime.It was pretty good, and much better than Princess Mononoke which was what I saw last weekend.  However, I still don't feel that it beats out Spirited Away and Howl's Moving Castle.  I still feel that the latter is by far my favorite out of the two eventhough there are moments when I do have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115967865103366448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115967865103366448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115967865103366448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115967865103366448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/castle-in-sky-yet-another-hayao.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115954579274896183</id><published>2006-09-29T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:14.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Thought In Passing--One of those random thoughts I have throughout the day that just come and go...but I asked Derek this, and he said for him it was zero.Guys:How many times have you asked a girl for her number?How many times were you successful in getting the number?Girls:How many times have you been asked for your number (by a guy)?How many times have you given your number?  When or when not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115954579274896183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115954579274896183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115954579274896183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115954579274896183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought-in-passing-one-of-those-random.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115932040736201254</id><published>2006-09-26T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:14.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Full House--My current latest korean craze...is Full House, the "television" (drama) series starring Bi.It's a very fun, very wishful thinking series to watch.  Kind of makes you wish that you had the same relationship that the main couple, Young-Jae &amp; Ji-Eun have.  The kooky, sarcastic, but altogether very endearing kind of relationship.  Reminds me of a few people I share(d) that with...haha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115932040736201254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115932040736201254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115932040736201254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115932040736201254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/full-house-my-current-latest-korean.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115922101206579069</id><published>2006-09-25T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:14.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Sickos--The latest search that led again to my blog under yahoo:"Underage prostitutes in Ann Arbor"o.OGross.Stop reading my site you sickos, there are no prostitute links or porno links on this site!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115922101206579069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115922101206579069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115922101206579069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115922101206579069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/sickos-latest-search-that-led-again-to.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115914969760232680</id><published>2006-09-24T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:14.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Random--Random notes for the weekend:1.  Hip-hop music videos are sweet...the Asian ones.  They have better dance moves.  2.  All guys should learn how to dance...at least the basics, you don't even have to dance well, but as long as you can move to the beat, it's a huge turn-on for the girl ;) *hint hint*  If I ever have a son, he is for sure going to 1) play a musical instrument and 2) know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115914969760232680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115914969760232680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115914969760232680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115914969760232680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-random-notes-for-weekend-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115907703564983374</id><published>2006-09-24T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:14.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--ND vs. MSU--Best freaking comeback by ND ever!I seriously thought I was going to die when I watched the first three quarters of the game as Michigan State dominated the field.  It looked like there was no hope for my poor Fighting Irish...But right when it counted the most, we score the winning touchdown 1:40 left in the game to put us over by three!  All they had to do was make it to land a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115907703564983374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115907703564983374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115907703564983374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115907703564983374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/nd-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115870266261382552</id><published>2006-09-19T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:13.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--New Scent--I feel the need for an additional eu du parfum (perfume)...Currently I use (and will continue to use) Hugo Boss for Women - the one with the red tab connecting the cap.  I will not give this up.  It smells great on me, I like it, everyone else likes it, and it's not overpowering.I also use Ralph, the parfume that comes in a teal-labelled bottle.  It's okay...a bit fruity for my taste</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115870266261382552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115870266261382552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115870266261382552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115870266261382552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-scent-i-feel-need-for-additional.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115861886166831288</id><published>2006-09-18T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:13.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Adversity--Talked to my sister in NYC.  We finally have a common bond: hating life.HAHAHAHAHAHA.At least she's not hating it in some bumblef- place like Michigan.  :PLife is full of adversities, and it hasn't been made as apparent to me as the past two years.  But it always helps to share them with someone who cares about you and whom you care about as well.  Sharing the burden makes the load </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115861886166831288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115861886166831288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115861886166831288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115861886166831288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/adversity-talked-to-my-sister-in-nyc.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115850639270606928</id><published>2006-09-17T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:13.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Il Mare--Good Movie.  Perfect for wistful thinking emo nights.Eventhough I haven't seen the American version, The Lakehouse, I have a feeling that I wouldn't really like it as much as I like Il Mare.  Side notes from yesterday:1.  The ND vs. Michigan game was NOT a game.  You can't have a football game without offense or defense which is pretty much what ND did.  Like Tom said, garbage is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115850639270606928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115850639270606928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115850639270606928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115850639270606928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/il-mare-good-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115842273594184253</id><published>2006-09-16T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:13.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Day Of Reckoning--Finally... GO Irish!   Beat Michigan!I hope we cream the Wolverines today.  Eventhough I am at Michigan right now as a student, there's no way I'll ever root for this school unless it's against Ohio State.  There are some rivalries that go way beyond, and ND vs. Michigan is one of them.....and so is BC...and USC....AND NAVY... hahaha...we have a lot of traditional rivalries </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115842273594184253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115842273594184253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115842273594184253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115842273594184253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-of-reckoning-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115828425978583056</id><published>2006-09-14T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:13.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Risque--The questions that most of us choose to avoid, hahaha...I tend to write about.  So..you know how guys are always saying whether or not sex with a certain girl was either "good" or "crap"...well, I'm sure that most girls (and 40-year-old virgin boys) have this one question in mind:How do guys define what is "good sex"?See I always thought that for most guys, any sex would be good just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115828425978583056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115828425978583056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115828425978583056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115828425978583056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/risque-questions-that-most-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115827353484033320</id><published>2006-09-14T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:12.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--A summary--1.  Med students get to see all kinds of cool shit.  Noosh's friend apparently saw the world's biggest dick the other day.  What do I get to see?  Gums.  The world's nastiest gums.  Joy. :P 2.  Burns hurt, especially the hot-oil splatter ones that go under your chin and your boob. 3.  Stress...is bad.  I have a ginormous headache and have been feeling nauseous all afternoon.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115827353484033320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115827353484033320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115827353484033320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115827353484033320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/summary-1.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115820496425279298</id><published>2006-09-13T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:12.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--Things I Learned Today--1.  Good friends are hard to find.  But when you have them, they are some serious blessings in disguise.  Even the weird crazy ones that seem like they have absolutely no connection to you because you two are opposite in almost every way.  Surprisingly, those are the ones that sometimes know you best.2.  School sux.  Ok this isn't new, this is just a reaffirmation.3.  Go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115820496425279298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115820496425279298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115820496425279298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115820496425279298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-learned-today-1_13.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5716665.post-115810300669162208</id><published>2006-09-12T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:54:12.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--All In An "Average" Day--Summary of events for today:1.  Pedo rotation.  ALL DAY.2.  Coffee &amp; Lunch.  They seem to go hand-in-hand on Tues. &amp; Wed.3.  MDA quartet gig.  Easiest $120 I ever made.  For two hours, it's nice to have some extra NYC spending money.Notes:- I like dressing up for school.  You should always look good in public.  Even when you're slumming it - that is the key to a true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115810300669162208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5716665&amp;postID=115810300669162208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115810300669162208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5716665/posts/default/115810300669162208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rammiegirlworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-in-average-day-summary-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>v/</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15754493079233921570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
