<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986</id><updated>2009-11-11T09:22:27.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/atom.xml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1867</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-1050869299651372383</id><published>2009-06-11T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:32:10.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: The Aftermath 2</title><summary type='text'>Well here I am, on a public holiday, relaxing and recuperating. I think my body needs it. Ugh I feel like the day after you haven't gone to the gym for a year. Aching all over the place. Thanks to yoga goddess Shiva Rea. Now if I can inspire myself to get off my ass this evening (slept in this morning) to do a good session. Right.Got up at 1:30am with more pain, so I had to warm the baggy thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=1050869299651372383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1050869299651372383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1050869299651372383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-12-aftermath-2.html' title='Day 12: The Aftermath 2'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-398164544290832350</id><published>2009-06-10T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:54:12.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: The Aftermath</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm retoxifying my body with drugs right after I've detoxed. Needless to say how annoyed I am, but I'm gonna get over it. It's a  toss-up between health concern and being annoyed aout a compromised immune system due to the antibiotics. Incidentally it's a very strong type, and for 5 days. I'm also on 2 types of anti-inflammatory type drugs, and an antibiotic cream. Fabulous.I had soup this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=398164544290832350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/398164544290832350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/398164544290832350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-11-aftermath.html' title='Day 11: The Aftermath'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-5365340627946050257</id><published>2009-06-09T08:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:53:57.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>LAST GODDAMN DAY!!!!!!!Right so, I made it to the minimum number of cleanse days. Hahaha I seriously don't know how people do this shit for longer periods. I need real food ooooooohhhh.I can't really come up with any deeply introspective spiel about the benefits of this cleanse and such. I think I'm clean... Definitely cleaned out.I got no sudden bursts of energy as such, no ridiculous creative </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=5365340627946050257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/5365340627946050257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/5365340627946050257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-10-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 10: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-7602328221170578576</id><published>2009-06-08T06:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:43:02.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Oooo boy, almost there, almost there. Can't quite believe I've made it so far. :)Gawd I smell  toast. Wednesday for sure... food... real food. Sort of. Soup counts. Hah Thursday is a public holiday here - fun fun fun. Have to buy some fruit on Wednesday.So this had been interesting indeed. I'm not sure I'll quite rush out and do it again anytime soon (maybe for the new year), but it was a life </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=7602328221170578576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7602328221170578576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7602328221170578576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-9-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 9: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-6307712022848767829</id><published>2009-06-07T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:09:31.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>I hate Sundays when mom makes the most delectable things that I can eat and today I can't have. Gawd. I can't wait for soup!!! This is the first time in my life I want soup so badly. Holy moly.So I'm hungryish today. Vegging, chillin, listening to my audiobook and editing some photos.I need to sleep away the day!5:01pmHungry for real food. REAL FOOD. Oh my god. Everyone's such a tease. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=6307712022848767829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6307712022848767829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6307712022848767829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-8-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 8: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-6102921487310021888</id><published>2009-06-06T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:34:46.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>So I made it to day 7. It's almost done and I'm not even halfway through my juice - of which I made only 6 cups today... the recommended amount. I have been drinking 8 for the past 6 days. I am not really hungry at all so drinking it is a bit of a chore. *Only* 3 more days, then it's juice, and veggie soup. Yey!How do I feel?Right, well other than sort of happy to fit into some old clothes, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=6102921487310021888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6102921487310021888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6102921487310021888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-7-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 7: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-7819146454571794042</id><published>2009-06-05T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:18:46.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Whoa. So, I made it this far huh? Slowish start this morning. Strange dreams again. *yawn*Can't wait to be alone this evening and have some time for myself... not like I usually don't but I guess the solitude is necessary sometimes. sigh.Shopping tomorrow? I think so. I need some retail therapy to get me out of horrible mood. Life will inevitably go on. moody or not, so, I'm dealing with it the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=7819146454571794042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7819146454571794042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7819146454571794042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-6-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 6: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-2535440967304941731</id><published>2009-06-04T06:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:17:21.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>*squee*! Almost halfway through!!!! *bounces*Dooobeedooo. Things went rather swimmingly and I drank that SW in about 15 mins. Go me. Now sort of waiting. Hum.I had to reduce my maple syrup intake to half of what I was taking before (5tbs for the day) because I cannot afford anymore damn maple syrup. Far too expensive. At least it might help me drop extra pounds? hahaha. We'll see. I'm still sort </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=2535440967304941731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2535440967304941731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2535440967304941731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-5-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 5: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-1220934830308994508</id><published>2009-06-03T06:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:13:23.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Yayyyy! *magic* Feeling better today. Little discomfort this morning when I woke up, mouth unnaturally dry. I practically sped through the process this morning, and it's just after 7, and I am dressed and ready for work. Hah! Not bad at all. Ok ok  my tummy is making hunger noises, so I will go have a swig or 3 of the juice.Almost halfway through this thing. Am so proud of myself thus far.Afraid </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=1220934830308994508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1220934830308994508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1220934830308994508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-4-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 4: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-2691655756514959001</id><published>2009-06-02T05:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:57:14.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Had a horrible night's sleep. It was wrought full of nightmares and ill-sleep, at least coming towards 5 am. I woke up at 2:47am with the first (or second?) nightmare, and ot trouble falling back asleep. I figured I'd just about fallen back into a light slumber, when I was awakened by the sound of a cat outside wailing like a banshee. Wtf? Was something kiling it? Either way, it was 4:56 and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=2691655756514959001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2691655756514959001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2691655756514959001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-3-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 3: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-1262688470422227393</id><published>2009-06-01T08:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:56:55.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Righto. It's Monday, what a way to start day 2. Yuck. I despise Mondays, but then it gets me closer to Friday (for us working 9-5, Mon-Fri folk).So I got up at 5 am, rolled around in bed for a while wishing I didn't have to get up out of my warm blanket.  Today the process went a lot smoother and faster, and by 6 I was done with the SWF and juice-making. I spent some time waiting for its effects </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=1262688470422227393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1262688470422227393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1262688470422227393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/06/day-2-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 2: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-6972845750162555438</id><published>2009-05-31T09:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:09:37.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Master Cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Righto righto. I am doing this. What the hell am I doing? Oh holy mother of all  things eatable and solid. It's Sunday and I am basically 2 days late to start because I got no lemons on Friday. I'd had fruits all day, and totally caved when I got home - miserable, headachey and blech. I had a huge salad and decided, pssh if I didn't get lemons it'd be off. I really wanted to do it though, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=6972845750162555438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6972845750162555438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6972845750162555438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/05/day-1-master-cleanse.html' title='Day 1: Master Cleanse'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-992383316327753383</id><published>2009-02-08T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:22:49.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love will lead us</title><summary type='text'>And so it goes. Positive aligning to vibrations and the like. I have no idea what this post was about a week ago when I started it with that first line. Damn I was probably in some strange little mood. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. Sorry for stupid post. Am all out of angst and related bitching. Real mellow lately. Real hippie, with Birkenstocks too, and vegetarianing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=992383316327753383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/992383316327753383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/992383316327753383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/02/love-will-lead-us.html' title='love will lead us'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-6188441190387838705</id><published>2009-01-13T22:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:25:01.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Outside the Box</title><summary type='text'>I was reminded of my old What would you pack post just now and I'm just a little more restless than usual so I need to get stuff out of my system. I've decided to follow up on this post because it was suggested by a very dear new (fabulous) friend of mine :) Thank you. Since I have been out of school and finally joined the workforce, officially, and I notice so much is available, so much is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=6188441190387838705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6188441190387838705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6188441190387838705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2009/01/life-outside-box.html' title='Life Outside the Box'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-3660552624049851704</id><published>2008-11-25T18:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:06:58.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Crazy</title><summary type='text'>I am so sorry, I apologize from now. I am addicted to this little thing. Perhaps it's my way of stress relief. So go makeyour own tags. These are mine hehhehee.               </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=3660552624049851704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/3660552624049851704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/3660552624049851704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/11/tag-crazy.html' title='Tag Crazy'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-2658184423411390557</id><published>2008-11-04T03:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:27:44.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>Up at 3 am. Bad dreams. Really bad dreams. About work. Pathetic really. I am sure they are all at home sleeping soundly. Fantastic.I work too much.  I suppose it fills the spaces where my social life bombs and where my friends are busy too. Shopping would fill the spaces quite nicely and lead to less stress (well mostly). Hum.Mentally exhausted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=2658184423411390557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2658184423411390557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2658184423411390557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/11/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-1039404751304407043</id><published>2008-11-02T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:11:08.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxury</title><summary type='text'>Tiffany's Frank Gehry collection - I especially like the Torque and Fish collection. Mmmm. Hell all of them are wonderful. I figured I had something of worth to write, but it's gone. I've been distracted by pretty things.I am resting today (finally), psyching up myself for a rough week ahead, full of thinking, communicating, designing, running up and down dangerous stairs.Alas that is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=1039404751304407043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1039404751304407043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1039404751304407043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/11/luxury.html' title='Luxury'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-3912341830540679222</id><published>2008-10-05T07:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:10:14.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update 10.2.3</title><summary type='text'>I'm absolutely exhausted, but feeling so great! I've been working this past month and so busy that I couldn't get a chance to buy shoes. What a world this has become. The horror of not being able to spend a worry-free weekend buying shoes. I think of work mostly when I'm off of work - or possibly smart phones. It's not the easiest thing to disconnect from working as people say. You don't switch </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=3912341830540679222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/3912341830540679222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/3912341830540679222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/10/life-update-1023.html' title='Life Update 10.2.3'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-1499728510896477728</id><published>2008-09-04T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:14:29.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness, NVC and starting over</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to forgive my internet for being such a bastard, but it's cool, I have let it go. I miss my friends so much, especially since I've been a bit disconnected from the world. I've been doing quite a large number of crossword puzzles to get my mind off of shit. You'd think I don't have a phone, but for the past few weeks I may have been down with the flu.I was just catching up on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=1499728510896477728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1499728510896477728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/1499728510896477728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/09/forgiveness-nvc-and-starting-over.html' title='Forgiveness, NVC and starting over'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-7819076433201570580</id><published>2008-08-21T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:18:54.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you pack?</title><summary type='text'>Ok so the scenario is that you're packing to run away from your current life to your ultimate destination, your dream destination. One box is all you get, so what do you pack in your life box? I sat here,  wallowing in my inability to get out of the house because of the flu and looked around my room. Not much. I  haven't quite worked it out yet, but basically, I have the following list.1. Laptop </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=7819076433201570580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7819076433201570580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/7819076433201570580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/08/what-would-you-pack.html' title='What would you pack?'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-5040328821562007852</id><published>2008-08-01T04:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:31:07.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poui</title><summary type='text'>Poui trees on the mountain in AprilYes I'm late shut up. I'm now getting the chance to really go back and edit these old photos to post them up. The rest will probably end up on Facebook or something. This pic was edited down a bit from this one. This main photo has the distant waterfall on the right side - if you squint you can probably see its outline under the dip in the mountain. Too lazy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=5040328821562007852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/5040328821562007852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/5040328821562007852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/08/poui.html' title='Poui'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-2785009355536960467</id><published>2008-07-26T00:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:35:46.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>introspection</title><summary type='text'>I'm sort of inside myself again, antisocial, separated from many people who I consider close, and missing them immensely. I must however pursue this part of my life's journey and it requires "me time". I am alone, yet not. My life is great and since school is done (finally!) I can now breathe a sigh of relief. Things can finally start taking off once more.In some ways school pretty much had my "</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=2785009355536960467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2785009355536960467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2785009355536960467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/07/introspection.html' title='introspection'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-2727212858516525110</id><published>2008-07-02T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:39:44.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cute things</title><summary type='text'> Random dragonfly and my teeny monkeyOh I haven't used Picasa before but this is brill and convenient hooray! I'm really just testing this out and also stealing "me time" nyah nyah! It feels great to sort of do my own thing for a bit. My life is filled though with some trailing school stuff (1 last course!yaaaay!), and work things. This is my current work thing. TTBirds.com, which I am not doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=2727212858516525110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2727212858516525110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/2727212858516525110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/07/cute-things.html' title='cute things'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-6065792442095307741</id><published>2008-06-19T04:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:12:08.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dances</title><summary type='text'>*chuckle*I'm at the height of busyness and I'm posting a blog. There is time though. I am savouring the magic hour of the early morning. It's a bit of waking up time combined with psyching up for the long day ahead, doing important work and enjoying the solitude. Ahh. Perfection.I have several little dances I want to do, but I haven't just yet. These little victories in my life have been small </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=6065792442095307741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6065792442095307741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/6065792442095307741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/06/little-dances.html' title='Little Dances'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956986.post-8201752840202349110</id><published>2008-04-23T01:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:09:35.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no seriously</title><summary type='text'>Why am I awake at 2 am? "Miscellaneous" is the word I will use to describe my activities. I am amazed at what I get up to at these lovely quiet, cool hours. It's my favourite "me time" time. I could argue with myself that I have quite a bit of "me time" as it is, considering my interaction with people is kept a a bare minimum, however, at these hours it's yummier.I've been updating my blogs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=956986&amp;postID=8201752840202349110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/8201752840202349110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/956986/posts/default/8201752840202349110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frostbytei.com/inspiritus/2008/04/no-seriously.html' title='no seriously'/><author><name>Tracey Chan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09405550501309685437'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>