<?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-8197963309162856949</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:58:25.920+08:00</updated><category term='shadow'/><category term='Jean-Claude'/><category term='gum gel'/><category term='MRT'/><category term='Dachshunds'/><category term='For Your Entertainment'/><category term='Adam Lambert'/><category term='Asher'/><category term='Love In Time'/><category term='Subway'/><category term='meds'/><category term='Media Player'/><category term='Shadow Dental Vet'/><category term='Sleeping Dachshunds'/><category term='Fanfiction'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Electronic Gadgets'/><category term='AMA'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='Time For Miracles'/><category term='First time'/><category term='Cool Stuff'/><category term='White Sands'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Dan Fogelberg'/><category term='Tampines1'/><category term='ABVH'/><title type='text'>Sc8ttered</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings from a not too sane mind!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-21249002818604489</id><published>2009-10-31T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:55:01.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Your Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><title type='text'>For Your Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SuuKdX0r5QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nj-RZ9tlt2M/s1600-h/adam-for-your-entertainment-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SuuKdX0r5QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nj-RZ9tlt2M/s400/adam-for-your-entertainment-cover.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Adam's new single ROCKS! Go get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-21249002818604489?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/21249002818604489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-your-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/21249002818604489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/21249002818604489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-your-entertainment.html' title='For Your Entertainment'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SuuKdX0r5QI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nj-RZ9tlt2M/s72-c/adam-for-your-entertainment-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-1010517909573002919</id><published>2009-10-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:52:31.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Your Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time For Miracles'/><title type='text'>Everything Is Adam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SumgbcYzqmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wYWjUaWr7Vs/s1600-h/Adam_FYE_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SumgbcYzqmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wYWjUaWr7Vs/s400/Adam_FYE_cover.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Wow! Tis all I can say about the cover for Adam Lambert's forthcoming (Nov 23) CD &lt;em&gt;For Your Entertainment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Many people have been dissing the cover, and they're entitled to their opinion... which is totally WRONG! LOL Didn't I mention earlier that people like to criticize Adam Lambert? Well... they've all emerged full force&amp;nbsp;and the lynching has begun.&amp;nbsp;Adam can't do anything right where these people are concerned. He was too hetero in &lt;em&gt;Details&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and then too androgynous&amp;nbsp;on the album cover... GRRR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's putting on a show, people! It's not meant to be taken seriously! GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Personally, I LOVE the cover. And I'm not just saying it because I'm a card carrying -- there's no actual card, mind you&amp;nbsp;-- member of the Singapore Glamberts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The cover is retro, and looking at it makes me feel young again! I grew up listening&amp;nbsp;to music from&amp;nbsp;the UK&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;Duran Duran and Culture Club, aka men who love their blowdryers and aren't afraid of hairspray and make up! The electronic synth pop era was the bomb and I still have all those classics on&amp;nbsp;my iPod. Heh. I think I&amp;nbsp;just dated myself! I'm OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, back to Adam's cover. I think the colours are beautiful. Blues and purples have always been my favourites, and there's a heck of a lot here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus Adam looks lovely. Glammed up to the nines and pouting&amp;nbsp;at the camera. YUMMY&amp;nbsp; Thanks to EW's Mike Slezak, I now imagine Adam sans clothes during the shoot! GULP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I have no problem with the so-called androgynous look he has adopted for the cover; it's&amp;nbsp;way better than the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Michelin Man&lt;/em&gt; pic that was leaked earlier. I happen to love beautiful men, hence my fascination with Jean-Claude. But that's another story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didn't really like&lt;em&gt; FYE&lt;/em&gt; as the album title at first; I thought&amp;nbsp;it was clumsy,&amp;nbsp;and comprised&amp;nbsp;of too many words, one of which is FOUR syllables long! I used to be a radio jock and I HATED tongue twisting artist names and song titles,&amp;nbsp;but it makes&amp;nbsp;complete sense now that&amp;nbsp;it's been revealed his first single would be &lt;em&gt;For Your Entertainment&lt;/em&gt;! Why did I doubt him?? I should've known he had a plan! And I'm glad I'm not on the radio anymore. It would be so&amp;nbsp;unbecoming if I was to squee everytime one of Adam's songs comes on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The single drops on Monday and I can't wait to hear it! The man has said it'll make us dance. I wonder what the neighbours directly below my flat would have to say about that? Maybe I should get them some ear plugs this weekend! But what do I do about the vibrations? It'll be like an&amp;nbsp;hippo having a danceoff with an elephant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In other news... the Time For Miracles video has been unveiled, and what a video it is! I was fascinated by the Batman imagery throughout the video. It starts off with Adam crouching on a rooftop, see what I mean about Batman?, and then proceeds with him, in a trenchcoat no less,&amp;nbsp;walking down a street in slo-mo, while all around him pandemonium reigns! There are also scenes from the movie 2012... But seriously, all I saw the first time was Adam! LOL What movie scenes? What people? There was a fire???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-1010517909573002919?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/1010517909573002919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-is-adam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1010517909573002919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1010517909573002919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-is-adam.html' title='Everything Is Adam!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SumgbcYzqmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wYWjUaWr7Vs/s72-c/Adam_FYE_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-5194661544412755372</id><published>2009-10-18T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:34:56.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time For Miracles'/><title type='text'>TIme For Miracles is HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StrhR6d5sgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/83u29kmGepw/s1600-h/29137962-209d983144e6d7c64e0e664fdd5a82f7_4aacf22f-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StrhR6d5sgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/83u29kmGepw/s400/29137962-209d983144e6d7c64e0e664fdd5a82f7_4aacf22f-scaled.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been an incredible week for Adam Lambert fans all over the world and I'm no exception! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I was going through some serious shit at the beginning of the week -- Shadow had his procedure, my dad had a heart thing, and when all the dust settled, I got sick. Still am in fact. The voice is gone. Poof. Just like that. And on top of that, I'm hacking out huge globs of phlegm.&amp;nbsp;Oh joy! NOT! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But all things Adam made this week so much easier to pass. I was seriously jonesing for an Adam fix by then, he'd virtually dropped off the radar after the &lt;em&gt;American Idol Tour&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and Adam did not dissapoint. He&amp;nbsp;virtually exploded back&amp;nbsp;into the media scene on Monday!&amp;nbsp;Thanks to my good buddies on &lt;em&gt;Twitter&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;@adamlambert, @SG_Glamberts, @Globerts, @GlambertTwat, @MrLambertPress, @ooipau and @serene_yip, I was able to follow&amp;nbsp;Adam's exploits... some of them in REAL time. Gotta love the internet! Gotta love annual leave! *bounces*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So Monday,&amp;nbsp;Adam phoned in to Ryan Seacrest's morning radio show -- it was nighttime here&amp;nbsp;-- and dropped a bomb! He would be PERFORMING at the &lt;em&gt;American Music Awards&lt;/em&gt; on 22 November, two days before his CD comes out! Whoa! Personally, I have NEVER watched the&lt;em&gt; AMAs&lt;/em&gt;, but I'll certainly make it a point to do so this year! Another first for me! And then Adam went on to present the &lt;em&gt;AMA&lt;/em&gt; nominees with Paula Abdul and Snoop Dogg. A weird trio in so many ways, but it hits you hard visually when tiny Paula is sandwiched between two fully-grown men! And Adam looked fabulous! Our boy cleans up real good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And then yesterday... Adam tweets that he will be on the COVER of &lt;em&gt;Details&lt;/em&gt; magazine! Anoher cover! Whoohoo! And my magazine peeeps are off in India on a pilgrimage. Talk about bad timing! I shudder when I remember what I had to go through to get my mitts on the &lt;em&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/em&gt; with Adam on the cover... But the SG_Glamberts have come to my rescue. I love our esteemed web mistress and the other people in that community,&amp;nbsp;they have helped me get so much Adam stuff! Not to mention they keep me informed on everything Glambert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;OMFG! Check out the &lt;em&gt;Details&lt;/em&gt; cover below. Doesn't he smoulder so beautifully? And the pictures inside are unlike anything we have ever seen. Go buy it! Go on! You have to see to believe. Prudes BEWARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StrnJ_TS8oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rHd04D69qm0/s1600-h/wwl07n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StrnJ_TS8oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rHd04D69qm0/s400/wwl07n.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember how I freaked when 30 seconds of Lambert's new song, &lt;em&gt;Time&amp;nbsp;For Miracles&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;was leaked last week? Hah! That's nothing compared to what happened yesterday! After ding donging on the release date; first it was 16th Oct, then 18th Oct, 20th Oct, 25th Oct, and finally 27th Oct, it was unexpectedly released in a few European countries yesterday. Hmm... methinks someone did not get THE memo! Great news for all Glamberts though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I was trolling the bookstores looking for &lt;em&gt;Details&lt;/em&gt;, which is not in Singapore yet, when I had an urge to check my &lt;em&gt;Twitter&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Broadband on Mobile&lt;/em&gt; I was able to to do. What I wasn't able to do was contain the shriek that came out when&amp;nbsp;I saw this tweet: &lt;em&gt;Time For Miracles by Adam Lambert is available for download.&lt;/em&gt; OMG! OMG! OMFG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The bookstore was abandoned and I almost ran to the &lt;em&gt;McDonalds&lt;/em&gt; a few floors down. I bought my usual large Coke, do you think I'd be able to eat anything at this point?, and secured a table at the far end of the restaurant.&amp;nbsp;The people esconced there were not impressed with my bull in a china shop inpression.&amp;nbsp;Imagine this: a not too small woman, carrying a huge bag, stomping towards you, weaving too quickly in between&amp;nbsp;tables and chairs that are placed way too close together.&amp;nbsp;Scary huh? YEPPERS! Anyway, I managed to get to the table without seriously damaging anybody, sat down and pulled out my laptop... thank god for &lt;em&gt;WiFi&lt;/em&gt;. Ten minutes later, I was listening to the WHOLE song while sipping my Coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;AND I LOVED IT! Big surprise there! Adam can sing the phone book and I'll love it! LOL I tried not to expect too much... I mean, it's the song that'll play over the closing credits of &lt;em&gt;2012&lt;/em&gt;, this year's big end of the world epic, and from what I've heard so far, all 60 odd seconds, brought back memories of &lt;em&gt;Aerosmith's I Don't Want To Miss A Thing&lt;/em&gt;, which I really HATED! But as I was listening to &lt;em&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;/em&gt; yesterday, and ignoring the glares from people who wanted my table -- apparently it's really difficult to get a table at &lt;em&gt;McDonalds&lt;/em&gt; at 8.30pm!, I realised&amp;nbsp;that Adam made all the difference. He SAVED the song. Sure it was formulaic; the words were cheesy, and the arrangement bombastic and over the top, but Adam's crystal clear voice rose above all that&amp;nbsp;and shone through beautifully, much like&amp;nbsp;a rainbow&amp;nbsp;after a thunderstorm. Eh... I beg artistic license. Give the girl a break. I'm hyped up on cold meds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Long story short. Good song. Great performace. But I predict Adam will get a lot of criticism for it. People like to tear him apart for some reason. And so many seem to want him to fail. I&amp;nbsp;have no idea&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;people do that. If I don't like something, I just don't buy/listen/read/watch it. I don't go around making rude and hurtful comments! All haters&amp;nbsp;need to GET A LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-5194661544412755372?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/5194661544412755372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-miracles-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/5194661544412755372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/5194661544412755372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-miracles-is-here.html' title='TIme For Miracles is HERE!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StrhR6d5sgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/83u29kmGepw/s72-c/29137962-209d983144e6d7c64e0e664fdd5a82f7_4aacf22f-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-6144625773528534055</id><published>2009-10-14T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:51:48.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum gel'/><title type='text'>Shadow Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StV63zGPutI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_GHsi15kmOU/s1600-h/better.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StV63zGPutI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_GHsi15kmOU/s400/better.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shadow is back on his feet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm pleased to report that Shadow is much better today! YAY But I'm not. I seem to have developed a cold and sore throat. Good thing I took the week off to look after the mutt. But it looks like he may have to look after ME from tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shadow&amp;nbsp;finished his last round of pain killers this morning, and then he actually went to the door and barked at nothing.&amp;nbsp;Later, he ran around the flat a few times, chased his ball and gnawed at a Greenie! Now that's the Shadow I know and LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He still has seven more days of antibotics; after day 1, he refused to take the pink pill orally. I had to crush it and put it in milk to trick him! The milk&amp;nbsp;was a huge&amp;nbsp;success. Didn't hurt that it was chocolate flavoured! However, I don't think milk for seven straight days is going to help with his weight problem though... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;started&amp;nbsp;him on&amp;nbsp;the gum gel today. And what a nightmare that was. The doctor suggested&amp;nbsp;I use a towel to lightly dab the gel onto Shadow's gums. Easy for him to say considering the mutt was unconscious when&amp;nbsp;he stuck his hand in&amp;nbsp;its mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, Shadow was in full EVIL mutt mode this morning.&amp;nbsp;He struggled, growled and snapped at me. He even bit&amp;nbsp;me... good thing he has less teeth these days!&amp;nbsp;Eventually, the&amp;nbsp;silly&amp;nbsp;canine&amp;nbsp;stopped struggling when he realised the gel was all&amp;nbsp;good; it's slightly minty and&amp;nbsp;was a cooling balm to his inflamed gums. He still pretended NOT to&amp;nbsp;like it and growled the entire time. He even&amp;nbsp;tossed his head about for good measure, but he stopped biting&amp;nbsp;me. Far be it for me to tell him the gum gel would help. He wouldn't believe it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shadow is now&amp;nbsp;out for the count. I'm taking cold meds and joining him. It's nap time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-6144625773528534055?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/6144625773528534055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/6144625773528534055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/6144625773528534055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadow-update.html' title='Shadow Update'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StV63zGPutI/AAAAAAAAAFw/_GHsi15kmOU/s72-c/better.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-1196088364869165461</id><published>2009-10-12T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:00:00.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Dental Vet'/><title type='text'>Vets Make Big Bucks From Dogs With Bad Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StMlffwB6MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ONk5c5mZOPQ/s1600-h/sick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StMlffwB6MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ONk5c5mZOPQ/s400/sick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shadow's post surgery nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StMoBewdC5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XogVUzchfzA/s1600-h/sick2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StMoBewdC5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XogVUzchfzA/s400/sick2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shadow's looking a little better after hs nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I brought Shadow to the &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;vet to have his teeth cleaned today.&amp;nbsp;To a regular&amp;nbsp;person, i.e. ME!, it appeared to be&amp;nbsp;a very&lt;/span&gt; complicated procedure involving general anaesthesia (GA)and truck loads of money! More on this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;First, a&amp;nbsp;little background. As you know... Shadow is totally alpha. Certain parts of his body are off limits to everyone except his beloved groomer Felicia, and his mommy (ME!) when he's having his bath. These &lt;em&gt;sensitive&lt;/em&gt; areas include his ears, his teeth, his butt, his paws AND his privates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Up until recenly, Shadow allowed Felicia to clean his teeth, so I wasn't too worried. But the last time we saw her, she reported&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;my baby wouldn't allow her near his&amp;nbsp;mouth. EVIL boy!&amp;nbsp;She noted his teeth were in bad shape and recommended I&amp;nbsp;bring him to the vet to have them cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I balked at her suggestion. I knew teeth scaling required&amp;nbsp;administering GA, and I&amp;nbsp;didn't like that. Shadow is seven already and putting him under concerned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But his teeth were bad and getting worse. I tried to clean&amp;nbsp;them on my own at first, but the little&amp;nbsp;devil wasn't having any of it. I have the bite marks on my hands to prove it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I finally caved and made&amp;nbsp;the appointment last week. Because of the GA, Shadow had to fast from 10pm last night. No food, no water. Try explaining that to a canine! I had to work last night, so it was up to my poor mom to make sure Shadow was cut off from any form of sustenance. That was easier said than done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I removed all his treats and chewie edible sticks from the&amp;nbsp;floor before I left&amp;nbsp;for work. What I didn't know was that Shadow had squirrelled away some Greenies, which he dug out and would have eaten had my mom not seen and taken them away. I would stave to death in a famine, but Shadow would have treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I got home in the morning, Shadow was hot, bothered and thirsty. He couldn't understand why all his water bowls were MIA. He looked at me woefully until I told him we were going out, and then he got really excited.&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;et he wouldn't have been so thrilled if he knew what the rest of the day had in store for &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We got to the animal clinic early. The vet was a nice young man who impressed me with the way he handled Shadow. You'll be surprised how many vets so obviously do NOT like animals! He was also very nice to me... even though I tried his patience with all kinds of questions, not all of them relevant! I'm sure I came across like a high-strung mom, but the good&amp;nbsp;doctor did not even bat an eyelash. He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;explained the procedure to me, and promised to take good care of Shadow. However, before the dental work could commence, a blood test needed to be done to make sure&amp;nbsp;the mutt was&amp;nbsp;well enough to be put under the GA. We also discussed the possibilty of extracting those teeth which could not&amp;nbsp;be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then I had to leave. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done. The bus ride home was depressing and I tortured myself with worse case scenarios. Home was even worse. It was so still and deathly quiet. No patter of little feet, no ding ding dings from his little bell, no&amp;nbsp;happy barking, no enthusiastic kisses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I needed to sleep. After a long night at work, I was exhausted, but my brain wouldn't shut off. Two hours later, my phone rang and it was the vet! He said the procedure went fine and Shadow was AWAKE! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then he dropped the bomb. He had to extract NINE teeth! Ouch! My poor baby. Apparently, his teeth were in worse shape than any of us imagined. But the important thing as far as I was concerned was... Shadow was OK! Shadow was OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I managed to snag a couple of hours of sleep after that, then it was time to collect Shadow. When&amp;nbsp;I got there, the vet assistants were singing praises of my pup. They threw around words like sweet, friendly and playful. Were they talking about MY Shadow? Did they drop him on his head during the procedure? Did the&amp;nbsp;GA have some sort of bizzarre side effect?&amp;nbsp;Where was the ornery dachshund I knew and loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A door swung open and out lunged Shadow on a leash, tugging the vet along as he raced to me. He certainly didn't look like a dog who was just had nine teeth removed. I had another pow wow with the vet, who gave me some pain pills as well as antibiotics for the pup. He also gave me Shadow's blood test results, which turned out to be good! Yippeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thirty minutes later and $900 poorer, the mutt and I were home. He guzzled TWO bowls of water and ended up regugitating most of it. Silly boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was alright after that, he even ate his dinner, which was laced with crushed pain killers. I even managed to get him to down&amp;nbsp;an antibiotic tablet! He's resting comfortably on my bed now. I hope he'll be able to sleep a little. Nothing helps recovery better than a good rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm hoping Shadow has a quick recovery. NINE teeth extracted in one go. What a nightmare! And on his BIRTHDAY too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rest well baby. We'll celebrate tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-1196088364869165461?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/1196088364869165461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/vets-make-big-bucks-from-dogs-with-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1196088364869165461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1196088364869165461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/vets-make-big-bucks-from-dogs-with-bad.html' title='Vets Make Big Bucks From Dogs With Bad Teeth!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StMlffwB6MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ONk5c5mZOPQ/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-8398554250851324900</id><published>2009-10-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:02:46.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRT'/><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StHY2DcmCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CVEpTFz4Ic8/s1600-h/normal_snapshot20090121014008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StHY2DcmCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CVEpTFz4Ic8/s400/normal_snapshot20090121014008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;That's happy Adam, so you know it's RANT time! I'll try to keep this brief... something I'm sure everyone will appreciate! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today's topic: People on the MRT (subway)... or should I say, people who annoy me on the MRT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A lot of things can be said about Singapore's MRT. World class, economical, clean, safe, blah... blah... blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I won't argue with any of that, although the six minute wait is a bummer, and the sometimes sweltering heat in the trains makes my head spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I really don't like are those down-riding escalators. Don't get me wrong. I hate stairs with a vengeance&amp;nbsp;and I totally see the need for these escalators, but I&amp;nbsp;have no desire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to linger on them longer&amp;nbsp;than necessary. I mean, their sole purpose is to cart passengers from the&amp;nbsp;train platform to the main floor so they can exit the station and get to their intended&amp;nbsp;destination. Right? You betcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Which&amp;nbsp;brings me to today's rant. I HATE people who muscle their way out the trains and rush&amp;nbsp;to escalator, only to hog it and make it difficult for other communters, i.e. ME, who want to get off the bloody thing ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today was different. I was&amp;nbsp;not my usual&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;tolerant&lt;/em&gt; self. By tolerant I mean&amp;nbsp;merely&amp;nbsp;giving the evil eye to the morons who force their way out of the trains and&amp;nbsp;cut me off at the escalator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was running on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; minimum sleep and&amp;nbsp;in full bitch mode. That's not an excuse, bitchy is my normal mode; ask my friends!, but my filters tend to vanish when&amp;nbsp;I'm tired.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I was&amp;nbsp;muscled aside by TWO idiots who procceeded to stand side by side on the escalator, blocking the way for anyone (ME!) who wanted a quick ride down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was stuck behind those two asses, and they didn't budge even after a polite excuse me. I remember rolling my eyes and sighing... and then&amp;nbsp;the F&amp;nbsp;word escaped my lips. They turned to me with dropped jaws and a path immediately cleared. That was bloody effective; they were too shocked to react, and by the time they gathered their wits about them, I was long gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Three burning questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do I&amp;nbsp;have to swear everytime I need&amp;nbsp;the path cleared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;More importantly, should I try this again tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And does anyone believe I was&amp;nbsp;just singing Lily Allen's very amusing song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-8398554250851324900?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/8398554250851324900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/8398554250851324900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/8398554250851324900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/StHY2DcmCXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CVEpTFz4Ic8/s72-c/normal_snapshot20090121014008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-24815217704347330</id><published>2009-10-10T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:52:29.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time For Miracles'/><title type='text'>Epic Night@Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Ss_gDi1uP3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-AQFj5u1xNA/s1600-h/2012vidpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Ss_gDi1uP3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-AQFj5u1xNA/s400/2012vidpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This picture was reportedly taken during the &lt;i&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;/i&gt; video shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What was shaping up to be an uneventful *ahem* dull night at work took a dramatic change when I logged into Twitter via my iPhone to find out that a snippet of Adam Lambert's new song from the film &lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt; was streaming on the Amazon UK site! Whoohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That was VERY welcome news to Glamberts all around the world, and I was totally jazzed... until I found out I couldn't get it to stream on my phone! Bloody HELL! I was squirming in my chair, trying desperately not to just get up and go home; or at least to the nearest place with WiFi! I kid you not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But my boss wouldn't have been impressed had I gone AWOL. It was also 4am in the morning, and with no car or public transport, it would be a miracle if I had gotten anywhere before sunrise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But then, a light-bulb went off in my head and I thought... youtube! Within seconds, an angel sang to me, for all of thirty seconds! It was both too much and not enough. But I wanted more.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to hear it all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After more than a dozen listens, I returned to Twitter and discovered there was a longer clip out in cyberspace; this one was the promotional video for the movie/song. Like before, the original link wouldn't play on my phone, so it was back to youtube and there it was! And I was BLOWN AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;/i&gt; rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally got home -- bus rides have NEVER been so long! -- and managed to download the clips into my phone! Now I can watch the clips and listen to the song whenever the mood strikes me, which should be all day everyday until the actual song is released on 25th October!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm now plotting how to get my paws on &lt;i&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;/i&gt; when it's released on Amazon UK in 15 days. I have a plan... and I've already put phase one into action. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Off to bed now. Shadow is grumpy. Not sure I can sleep though. Guess what song is on repeat in my head?? And no... you don't win a prize if you guess right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-24815217704347330?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/24815217704347330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-nightwork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/24815217704347330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/24815217704347330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-nightwork.html' title='Epic Night@Work!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Ss_gDi1uP3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/-AQFj5u1xNA/s72-c/2012vidpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-7226096719613292762</id><published>2009-10-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:55:12.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping Dachshunds'/><title type='text'>Let Sleeping Dachshunds Lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG! Aren't they just the cutest pups you've ever seen!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsxSxbQbw1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/IxdGPkH6O-c/s1600-h/doMosleeps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsxSxbQbw1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/IxdGPkH6O-c/s400/doMosleeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;DoMo Toh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sswr4o8nroI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EGaqI92AvLk/s1600-h/Cupid_and_Psyche_by_bluestheword.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sswr4o8nroI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EGaqI92AvLk/s400/Cupid_and_Psyche_by_bluestheword.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Picture by talented fantasy artist bluestheword. Find her stuff here:&lt;a href="http://bluestheword.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://bluestheword.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is another piece of ABVH fan fiction I wrote, but this one does NOT take place in the Anita Blake universe. I lost interest in the books when Anita started collecting boyfriends, so I re-imagined the story by removing the main character, and placing my favourite vampires in the spotlight. This story is a prelude to my very long, and still incomplete&lt;/i&gt; piece, Marguerite. &lt;i&gt;I'm really inspired to finish it now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A New Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do you love me?" It's an almost inaudible whisper in the darkness, but thanks to heightened sense, Asher hears every word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I always have, &lt;i&gt;cher&lt;/i&gt;..." he answers honestly as he gathers the raven-haired vampire into his arms. Jean-Claude and Asher are in the Master's private chambers. Everyone else has been ordered to stay away and Jason is just outside, standing guard with specific instructions they are not to be disturbed this night. But the two vampires are not doing anything naughty or fun. Quite the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude is trembling, his beautiful pale face stained with blood tears. He’s been crying for hours, his fragile heart broken yet again by Anita. Asher was very upset himself when The Executioner arrived at the Circus early this evening and dropped the bombshell, but Jean-Claude was devastated. His worst fear had come true. His Anita was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her timing couldn't have been worse. Jean-Claude had planned a surprise birthday party for his ma petite, scheduled for this very night. His living room had been beautifully and lavishly decorated, the ridiculously expensive gifts had been purchased, the delectable food prepared, and all the guests invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every preternatural being in St Louis had received an invitation in the last week and no one had turned it down. It was going to be a fabulous celebration; an elaborate show of Jean-Claude's dedication and commitment to his lover and human servant. He had spent months arranging it, making sure every detail was nailed down perfectly for Anita, the woman he loved dearly... the woman who destroyed him with three small words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm leaving you." That was all she said. And then she left, arm-in-arm with Micah and Nathaniel. There were no explanations, but Jean-Claude really didn't need one. He just stood there, staring at the door through which she exited, as if he were expecting to her to stroll back into the room with a smile on her face, saying it was all a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It breaks Asher's heart to see Jean-Claude in so much pain and the blond vampire refuses to dwell on his own feelings regarding Anita's departure. He will deal with them later. For tonight, he will be here for Jean-Claude. To hold him; comfort him... to be whatever he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher waits for his cue. But Jean-Claude does not move for hours, a beautiful pale statue with very sad eyes. And then after a long while, he blinks, and tears stream down his face. When Asher moves to hug him, the dark-haired vampire collapses in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"She will return to you, Jean-Claude..." Asher says softly, not believing it for a second, but wanting so badly to comfort his best friend and former lover. Asher had only recently realised he still loved Jean-Claude madly despite everything that has transpired between them. He had never really stopped loving him, but pride and anger buried those feelings so deep in his heart he wasn't even aware they were still there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But he was too late. When they were thrown back together by the Council, Jean-Claude was already in love with another and Anita would not permit them to take such liberties with each other any longer. It was one of her many rules. Asher respected that, so he kept his feelings locked down and never openly pursued Jean-Claude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher passed his time living for the all too brief moments they shared together... with Anita. But how he yearned to taste Jean-Claude for himself once again! Perhaps now that Anita is gone, Jean-Claude would be more receptive. Perhaps…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You do not really think that," Jean-Claude says, shaking his head sorrowfully, his usually wonderful voice hoarse from crying. "I believe this time she is gone for good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He closes his eyes and tries to get a hold of himself. He is the Master of the City and weaknesses such as these are not tolerated. Who could respect him if they see him crying his eyes out over a woman? Jean-Claude knows he needs to get a grip. Emotions like these can, and will be, his undoing. And with Anita gone, he has nothing left except his position in the preternatural community. He must be stronger than this, but the pain in his heart is more than he can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somewhere in the back of Jean-Claude's mind, he KNEW she would leave him one day. Running away was always Anita's solution when things become too complicated. And things WERE getting harder… for all of them. The combined power of their triumvirate was threatening to overwhelm her and she resented having Jean-Claude and Richard inside her all the time. It made it more difficult for her to hide things from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her other men were also becoming more demanding. Micah finally found his spine and insisted she return to the home they shared every night. There were to be no more sleepovers at the Circus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude and Asher were not happy with this new arrangement, and argued strongly against it, but Anita's mind was made up. She began pulling away from them after that. Things were never the same and her visits to the Circus became less frequent and she never stayed longer than it took to satisfy her ardeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude knew something was going on in her head; she had been distracted for a long time, so he gave her plenty of space to work things out for herself. He retreated from her mind and waited for Anita to come back to him like she always did. He never imagined she would leave without talking to him first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then there was Asher. His &lt;i&gt;temoin&lt;/i&gt; was demanding more alone time with him, and to be perfectly honest, Jean-Claude was equally eager to have the blond back in his bed. Especially now, since Anita was avoiding them. But what could he do? He knew she would bolt the instant he and Asher made love and Jean-Claude did not want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite all their problems, he still loved Anita with all his heart, and was content to wait for her to lift her restrictions regarding Asher and himself. He had no doubts she would eventually agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher was not so patient. They would argue about this constantly and Jean-Claude knew it was a matter of time before the blond decided he would wait no longer. He dreaded the day he would have to choose between his &lt;i&gt;mon chardonneret&lt;/i&gt; and his &lt;i&gt;ma petite&lt;/i&gt;. But that day would never come; Anita had made that decision for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher's tight embrace brings Jean-Claude back to the present. He wills his body to stop trembling, but fails. He sighs deeply, not really understanding why his body betrays him. Regaining control should not be this difficult. After all, he had spent much of his undead life learning control, keeping that blank face on in spite of everything. But Anita's decision to leave is a huge blow and it all but shredded his heart. So here, in the privacy of his own rooms, Jean-Claude allows himself to break down, leaning on Asher. But there are no more tears. Jean-Claude is all cried out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher continues to hold Jean-Claude, not knowing what else to do or say. He has comforted Jean-Claude many times in the past; they were both much abused and sought solace in each other's arms, but never because of something like this. This is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher cannot remember the last time a woman left Jean-Claude of her own free will. He doubts it has ever happened. For centuries they had loved them and left them, men and women both, never thinking about the consequences. Their dark Mistress would decide when each 'relationship' ended, but they knew the other would be there when their duty was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Asher will be here for Jean-Claude now. He hopes it will be enough, but knows from experience it may not be. After all, Jean-Claude wasn't enough for him when Julianna passed. No! He will NOT think about his Julianna. Jean-Claude is the one who needs him now. Asher is so lost in his own thoughts he does not notice the other vampire has gone still in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude shrugs out of Asher’s embrace and looks searchingly into his &lt;i&gt;temoin’s&lt;/i&gt; face. Asher flinches under the intense scrutiny and shakes his head, allowing his golden locks to obscure the right side of his face, covering the burn scars there. Jean-Claude pushes the hair back and looks into Asher’s eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I am being selfish. She left you as well. I am sorry.” He leans his head on Asher’s chest, still trembling ever so slightly. A wave of anger comes over Asher. He cannot bear to see Jean-Claude like this. He curses Anita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I hate her," he declares, venom dripping from his voice. He still cannot believe she is gone. Everything was normal yesterday. The three of them had gone on a date and had a very pleasurable time in bed after. For the first time in a long time, there were no arguments. It was like it had been when they first forged their ménage a trois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher was happy again for the first time in centuries. He was alive, safe, hopelessly in love, and in the arms of two people who loved him back. He should have known it wouldn't last. It never did. It is their curse, his and Jean-Claude's... love is their weakness, it always has been. And these emotional wounds take so long to heal. Some never do. Nobody knows this better than Asher. He is still bleeding inside from Julianna's loss... and now Anita is gone. He fears Jean-Claude may never recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"That is not the truth and we both know it. You love her as much as I do." Jean-Claude speaks softly, each word a tortured whisper. "I knew this would happen; that it was only a matter of time... Why else would she keep refusing to take the fourth mark? But Anita was with me so long, I deluded myself into believing her love for me was genuine and she would stay with me forever. I am a fool..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher looks at him sadly. It is painful for him to see the other vampire so distraught, it brings back terrible memories. The last time Jean-Claude was so broken was when Asher cast him out his life; after Jean-Claude had saved him, and then sold himself to heal him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do not think of those times, mon amour..." Jean-Claude looks into Asher's eyes, a lone tear sliding down his perfect pale cheek, but the blond looks away, the guilt still eating at him. Jean-Claude reaches out to Asher, but his second moves away from the bed. "Asher...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Why did you do that for me... after everything I have done to you, everything I said?" Asher shakes his head. "I… I hated you, Jean-Claude. I tried to get Belle to kill you. Why would you want me with you now?" Jean-Claude watches Asher pace the room, getting more agitated with each stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Do you not know?” Jean-Claude asks softly. &lt;i&gt;Merde&lt;/i&gt;! How could Asher not know? After all this time, does the blond vampire still doubt his love for him? The Master of the City wonders, not for the first time, why he is drawn to people with severe emotional problems. The other two-thirds of his triumvirate, Anita and Richard, certainly possess enough baggage to sink a ship, and Asher... well he was never the same after the loss of Julianna and the scars. But Jean-Claude loves them all. Even the Ulfric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Non&lt;/i&gt;. I will never understand how you can forgive me. You were there, Jean-Claude, you know the things I did…I may never have tortured you myself, but I was always there, watching, happy to see you being raped and beaten, laughing at your suffering...” Jean-Claude takes a deep breath, shakes his head and closes his eyes. He is not ready for this conversation, certainly not tonight of all nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I never blamed you for any of that. You were not yourself, &lt;i&gt;mon chardonneret&lt;/i&gt;,” Asher stills when he hears those last two words. It is an ancient pet name he never thought he would hear again, at least not from Jean-Claude's lips. Overwhelmed, Asher begins crying silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Mon chardonneret&lt;/i&gt;,” Jean-Claude whispers. “I loved you then… I love you now and I will love you always. Why is that so difficult for you to comprehend?" He hugs Asher and places a gentle kiss on his lips. Asher returns the kiss with a passionate one of his own, imprisoning Jean-Claude to his chest as his tongue does a slow exploration of the Master of the City's mouth. Asher has missed this closeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude stiffens for a moment, and then relaxes in Asher's embrace. For the first time since their reconciliation, the raven-haired Master does not shy away from Asher, giving the other vampire permission to do whatever he pleases. And Asher doesn't waste this opportunity. He's been waiting so long for this, for Jean-Claude's surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jean-Claude moans into Asher's mouth, his eyes fluttering close as Asher pushes him roughly back onto the bed and climbs on top of him, their lips still sealed together. After holding that kiss for longer than humanly possible, Jean-Claude gently pushes Asher away and sits up. Jean-Claude smiles as his tongue slips out to taste Asher’s flavour on his lips. Asher's heart melts. It's been an eternity since that smile had been directed at him, and only him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mon amour, I had forgotten how wonderful your kisses are..." Asher whispers breathily, reaching for Jean-Claude and finding him hard and ready. He caresses him and smiles seductively when Jean-Claude collapses back onto the bed, his body trembling invitingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oui&lt;/i&gt;. I made myself forget. I had no choice. I have missed you terribly." The dark-haired vampire moans loudly as Asher continues to stroke him through all that leather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Mon chardonneret&lt;/i&gt;! You will be the death of me!" Jean-Claude laughs shakily as moves away from Asher's wandering hands but continues to gaze at him longingly. He removes his shirt, and then slowly peels off his leather pants, swaying to music only he can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asher watches him hungrily as inch by inch of flawless alabaster skin is revealed. When he is nude, Jean-Claude chuckles and does a little spin, showing Asher everything he has to offer. When he turns back around, his face is serious again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Anita is gone, but we will survive. It will not be like before. Now we have each other..." With these whispered words, Jean-Claude turns and heads towards the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Where are you going?" Asher asks, sounding slightly panicked as he leaps off the bed after Jean-Claude. He pulls his Master to him once again and devours the smaller vampire in another hungry kiss. Jean-Claude chuckles, untangles himself from Asher's strong embrace and then rips the shirt off the blonds’ body. Another strong tug and Asher's jeans and underwear are gone. Jean-Claude licks a line down Asher's quivering body, pausing just before his throbbing member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"To have a bath, &lt;i&gt;mon chardonneret&lt;/i&gt;... Would you care to join me?" Jean-Claude's eyes are sparkling sapphire jewels, shining with arousal. Asher recognises that look and goes willingly to his Master. Jean-Claude grabs Asher and pulls him into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind them. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SssTzaLQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLYWFGfiEsY/s1600-h/Sleepy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SssTzaLQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLYWFGfiEsY/s400/Sleepy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shadow again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-1766469149431327822?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/1766469149431327822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-one-dachshund-is-simply-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1766469149431327822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/1766469149431327822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-one-dachshund-is-simply-not.html' title='Because One Dachshund Is Simply Not Enough!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsUZIYOzHlI/AAAAAAAAACg/sxzhIjsHG9E/s72-c/carbody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-7194362854502469244</id><published>2009-10-06T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:56:29.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love In Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Fogelberg'/><title type='text'>Remembering Dan Fogelberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SspMbc-qaTI/AAAAAAAAADg/_r48-zIVrmc/s1600-h/loveintimecover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SspMbc-qaTI/AAAAAAAAADg/_r48-zIVrmc/s400/loveintimecover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally got my copy of Dan Fogelberg's final CD, &lt;i&gt;Love In Time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a bittersweet occasion. While I'm always thrilled to get my hands on new material by him, I can't help but be a little sad to know that this is probably the LAST album of new songs he will ever release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dan passed away last December and I was devastated when I heard the news. I knew he was ill, but I didn't know he had so little time left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've loved him since the early 80s, but I joined the party late. By the time I heard my first Fogelberg tune, &lt;i&gt;Run For The Roses&lt;/i&gt;, Dan already had quite a number of hits and six albums under his belt. But that didn't stop me. I trolled record stores -- CDs didn't exist then -- looking for his albums. I didn't manage to find all of them at first, but I eventually met a record store guy who was willing to import the albums for me. I didn't care what they cost, I was THAT obsessed! I spent all my allowance on Dan and never regretted it. My turntables are dead now, but I STILL have those records!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vinyl gave way to CDs and I'm proud to say I have his entire discography, including the Laser Disc, which is also extinct, AND the DVD of &lt;i&gt;Dan Fogelberg Live: Greetings From The West&lt;/i&gt;. That DVD is my prized possession, and I have always harboured a desire to see him perform live. But that was not to be, and is one of my greatest regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I LOVE his new CD. It's vintage Fogelberg, and Dan rips through musical boundaries seemlessly as only he can. It doesn't matter which of his musical styles you prefer, they're ALL here in this album. Personally, I love the way he's able to tell a story in every song; he always engages the listener, and THAT is his true genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dan wrote all the songs save two, played all the instruments and did all the vocals. And he has never sounded better. It's hard to believe that he was sick when he put it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got a little emotional when I listened to &lt;i&gt;Love In Time&lt;/i&gt; this afternoon, and I was sniffling shamelessly when the final strains faded out. The last song, &lt;i&gt;Birds&lt;/i&gt;, is so beautiful and a fitting close to a wonderful album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The world of music will never be the same without him, but heaven has gained an angel. My heart goes out to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;RIP, Dan Fogelberg. I'll miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-7194362854502469244?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/7194362854502469244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-dan-fogelberg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/7194362854502469244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/7194362854502469244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-dan-fogelberg.html' title='Remembering Dan Fogelberg'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SspMbc-qaTI/AAAAAAAAADg/_r48-zIVrmc/s72-c/loveintimecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-4929096644426629883</id><published>2009-10-06T02:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:56:29.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time For Miracles'/><title type='text'>Woweeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sso__6Yw7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/nex3u-qKepk/s1600-h/time2miracles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sso__6Yw7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/nex3u-qKepk/s400/time2miracles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When I see something like this, and after I pick myself up off the floor!, I wish I had just ONE creative bone in my body. Plus a nifty software to do earth-shattering&amp;nbsp; graphics, and the ability to use said software!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;PS: The actual picture was posted online by the super-talented ADAMGASMIC and can be found here. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/kci34%20"&gt;http://twitpic.com/kci34 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-4929096644426629883?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/4929096644426629883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/woweeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/4929096644426629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/4929096644426629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/10/woweeee.html' title='Woweeee!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sso__6Yw7ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/nex3u-qKepk/s72-c/time2miracles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-7510117072668137647</id><published>2009-09-30T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:42:26.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Sands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tampines1'/><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsJEFevOfWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NDtGhQBhuNc/s1600-h/2vhx7y0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsJEFevOfWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NDtGhQBhuNc/s320/2vhx7y0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before the rant commences, I need a nice picture to calm me down! And nothing is nicer than a picture of Adam smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Start of Rant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;I had everything planned out before I left the house. I'm meticulous, *ahem* anal. I knew what I was going to have for lunch, and what I wanted to pick up for dinner. Subway was on the menu for my evening meal. Easy enough, right? NOT!&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was jazzed when a Subway opened at White Sands; happily dreaming of cold cuts, melted cheese and personally chosen salad items for lunch, dinner or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But things are never THAT easy. I'm a night owl, and I usually work the graveyard shift. I typically get of the house at 8.30pm and go scrounge for food! I usually troll Pasir Ris Central for dinner, because that's where the company van picks me up. I work in no man's land; no food, no public transport, no nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway... more often than not these days, I find myself at the Subway outlet at White Sands, and they usually tell me my favourite bread -- Parmesean Oregano -- is unavailable. They close at 10pm, so it's perfectly understandable that they run of stuff by 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Over the weekend, I dropped by after work at 8am to sample their breakfast. They didn't have my fave bread -- again -- and this time they told me they bake their bread fresh every morning and the Parmesan Oregano isn't done yet. Also perfectly acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Which brings me to today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I arrived at the outlet at two in the afternoon, and not only did they run out of my preferred loaf, they only had two bread choices left! Both of which I imagine would taste awful with my sandwich choice! Plus they were out of roast beef!! How the hell do they run out of stuff so early in the day?? The person who does their procurement must be an idiot! Isn't it part of his/her job to find out what sells and make sure there is enough to last through the day? AARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I didn't get my sandwich today... which put me in a sucky mood. Man plans... God laughs. So true. I ended up having chicken rice for dinner; a far cry from what I really wanted, but at least I didn't go hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I resolve to get my sandwich tomorrow. Only I won't bank on the Subway at Pasir Ris. I'll get it from Tampines 1. Now that's an outlet that has never disappointed me. Plus the staff is very helpful and efficient. The queue is scary though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*End of Rant* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-7510117072668137647?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/7510117072668137647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/7510117072668137647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/7510117072668137647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsJEFevOfWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NDtGhQBhuNc/s72-c/2vhx7y0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-5757137812989206947</id><published>2009-09-29T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:50:25.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electronic Gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media Player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Stuff'/><title type='text'>A New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsDn51XuCVI/AAAAAAAAABw/dUuUscrjytU/s1600-h/ovation_rmvb_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsDn51XuCVI/AAAAAAAAABw/dUuUscrjytU/s320/ovation_rmvb_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I finally got one of those media players today. I hemmed and hawed for two days since I saw it. Not sure why I hesitated. It wasn't too expensive, about 80SGD, considering some of the less useful stuff I've been buying of late! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I pounced on it the second I got home. The battery installation for the remote vexed me endlessly. I'm all thumbs when it comes this stuff. I couldn't get the damned batery compartment open, and ended up almost ripping the nail off my thumb. Ouch! My mom came to the rescue -- I'd be totally lost without her -- and after struggling with it for a minute, she managed to get battery&amp;nbsp;compartment to pop out. Good thing the device came with a battery in the box, or I would have been really pissed! It's not like I have those funky little flat round batteries stocked up at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Long story short... the device works! YAY! I can now watch my downloaded movies and youtube clips on my TELEVISION! The first movie is cued up. Superman/Batman Public Enemies! Woot! Batman is hot! Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-5757137812989206947?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/5757137812989206947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/media-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/5757137812989206947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/5757137812989206947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/media-player.html' title='A New Toy'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsDn51XuCVI/AAAAAAAAABw/dUuUscrjytU/s72-c/ovation_rmvb_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-2861549588748394117</id><published>2009-09-28T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:50:25.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Claude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABVH'/><title type='text'>Death Takes A Detour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsBd5ng1c4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ucsqS_goi0E/s1600-h/1stdcvr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsBd5ng1c4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ucsqS_goi0E/s320/1stdcvr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've decided to post a piece of fan fiction I wrote some time back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's set in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laurell&lt;/span&gt; K Hamilton's Anita Blake Vampire Hunter universe and my imagined events happen during The Killing Dance. It's told from Edward's POV, which was a challenge as Edward wasn't a major character for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't own anything. I wish I owned Jean-Claude... but that's a different story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death Takes a Detour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I told Anita on the phone I would arrive in St Louis tomorrow. I lied. I'm already here, sitting in my black nondescript rental car, watching her back. She's at a party at her lawyer friend Catherine’s house. Her new boyfriend is with her. I snort. Boyfriend. Right. How any human can date that monster is beyond me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But I suspect Anita may be less than human these days. I warned her not to get too involved with the vampires and shape shifters, but would she listen? No! How else can she explain her OTHER boyfriend? He's dead for God’s sake! Well, I suppose undead is the politically correct term. But I'm not known for being tactful. That's Ted's department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I shouldn't even be here. I'm supposed to be at a family retreat with Donna and the kids. But this will be more fun. I get to kill things; and if I'm really lucky, I may even be able to take out Anita's boyfriends in the process. Collateral damage. Anita will understand. We are more alike than she knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll have to make it up to Donna later though. I’m not looking forward to that. She's getting much too clingy and whiny, but I have needs and she lets me do what I please. Plus she and the kids are good cover for my other, less legal but infinitely more interesting, activities. But it’s getting increasingly harder for me to resist putting a bullet between her eyes. That scene she made before I left for St Louis was bad. She's lucky I'll be gone a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anita is finally leaving the party. I wonder what took her so long. She was reasonably freaked when I told her about the contract on her life so I expected her to bolt out of the house immediately. But that woman is always unpredictable. Keeping her alive is going to be a full-time job. I may need some help. Maybe Harley... or Bernardo. But not Olaf. That guy is crazier than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I decide to follow them back to her apartment before I proceed with the rest of my plan. The werewolf is with her so she already has some protection. I don't like preternaturals as a rule, but shape shifters make great cannon fodder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I trust no one but myself in situations like this, so I won't leave her until she is safely indoors. Besides, I am not looking forward to what comes next; but I can’t put if off any longer... not if I want Anita safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The drive to her apartment is uneventful. I don't expect any trouble; only an idiot would try to take her out when she's inside a moving vehicle. Unless they use a bomb… But no one has been near her car since I arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I maintain a safe distance between our cars and neither Anita nor the wolf is aware I am only a few cars behind them. They are too engrossed in their conversation to notice me. I'll have to talk to her about watching her own back. Distractions like this can get her killed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We reach her apartment building soon enough. It's as familiar to me as my own place. I've blended into the shadows many times in the past waiting for Anita to show up. Everything looks quiet tonight. Even that annoying dog her neighbour has isn't barking. I can’t remember how many times I’ve wanted to shoot that infernal canine! He makes breaking into Anita's apartment more difficult than it has to be. I scan the car park slowly; everything looks clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I find a spot where I can watch her apartment. It's dark, but I can see well enough. I need her to be safely inside before I leave for Guilty Pleasures. Just the thought of voluntarily going into Blood Quarter at night makes me nervous. Not that I’ll ever admit it! But tonight, it is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I’m getting impatient. What's taking them so long? By my calculations, they should have been in the apartment by now. I hope they are not smooching in the hallway. I don’t have time for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I squint into the darkness, and then I hear a deafening boom. Shotgun! I reach for my weapon and walk deliberately towards the building. I keep my eyes trained on Anita's apartment and my ears peeled for the slightest noise. And then I hear it; a little pop. It's Anita's gun. I’d recognise that sound anywhere. She’s OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;However, my relief is short-lived because seconds later, there’s another boom, followed by deathly silence. I sigh unhappily. I’d be so disappointed if that idiot managed to kill her. And with a shotgun! What was he thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I move quickly but stealthily, using the shadows to conceal my approach. Once I’m inside, I plan to head directly for the stairs that will bring me to Anita’s apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I’m almost at the building when I hear two more pops from the Browning. And then the screaming starts and lights come on all over the building. But I am only interested in one apartment. When Anita's lights come on, I see her silhouette moving around, a dark shadow against the curtains. That's something else we have to talk about, but not right now. The police will be here soon and I have a vampire to see before sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I get the heebie jeebies whenever I drive into the Blood District. I'm well known here; all the monsters fear me. I am Death, their death. I kill them for sport... and for huge amounts of money. You'd think they'd give me a wide berth, but there's always some dead or furry fool who thinks he can get me before I get him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I drive straight through to Guilty Pleasures, a strip club owned by the Master of the City, head bloodsucker in St Louis. The impossibly well-muscled vampire bouncer lets me through with no argument. Apparently I’m expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Once inside the club, my ear drums are assaulted by loud music and screams from lusty women thronging the stage where an almost nude vampire is strutting his stuff. I shake my head incredulously. A vampire strip club. What will they think of next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am surprised when a cool hand lightly brushes my arm, but after years of practice and meditation, I am able to remain outwardly calm. This vampire tells me he is Robert, manager of Guilty Pleasures. I study him through narrowed eyes. He looks more like a stripper than a manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Robert relieves me of my gun and escorts me to the office in the back. I am not amused by this, but decide to let it go. I did not come here to kill anything; not tonight anyway. The vampire is careless though; he misses the knives hidden in my boots and the wire in my hair. When we reach the office, Robert knocks one time, opens the door for me, and then leaves. I take a deep breath and step inside. Here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Monsieur&lt;/i&gt; Edward. Always a pleasure..." A soft silky voice from deeper in the room makes the hair on my arms stand on end. "And what brings Death to my doorstep?" The voice belongs to Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of the City of St Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He glides towards me gracefully and stops just in front of me, a small smile on his lips. His face is the usual unreadable mask, but he is obviously waiting for me to make the next move. Don't tell me he wants to shake hands! I ignore him as much as I can. But he is not an easy creature to ignore. His clothes are ridiculous and his hair... the less said about that the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I've come to talk to you about Anita." I say curtly. It’s short and sweet… and maybe a little rude, but I did not come here to make small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"What about &lt;i&gt;ma petite&lt;/i&gt;?" That awful nickname makes me cringe. It's bad enough she's dating him, but pet names are not her. I'm surprised she hasn’t killed him for that yet. Anita has a bit of a problem controlling her temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Yes. I have been offered a contract to kill her." The vampire's eyes flash in anger. His blank mask vanishes and is replaced by something that looks a lot like concern. I raise an eyebrow. Is it possible he truly cares about Anita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A mere second later, his mask is back in place. A regular person would have missed it, but I am a trained observer. The emotions that played briefly across the vampire’s face fascinate me. I’ve never seen a real expression from him before today. Not even when he was near death all those months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When he speaks, his voice is a low and dangerous growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"And have you accepted this contract, &lt;i&gt;monsieur?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I have come to protect her." He laughs; it’s a sinful sound that makes me shiver. I glare at him and the laughter dies away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Why have you come to me then?" He asks mockingly. "Surely you do not need MY help to do that." I almost walk out right then, but the look on his face earlier buys him a little slack. Maybe we can work together on this. I can always kill him later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I need information and I don't have time to screw around. They've already tried to kill her once tonight." His mask slips again and worry floods his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Is she alright?" He whispers, fear tainting his words. So he DOES care. I was wrong about him... maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"She's fine. She took care of the killer." He smiles softly to himself, clearly proud of Anita. This is bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"What kind of information?" The abrupt subject change is jarring, but I’m impressed by his ability to see the big picture and not dwell on things he can’t change. The worry in his eyes has been replaced with grim determination, and I know I made the right decision coming to him for help. I have a feeling Jean-Claude will do almost anything to protect Anita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I need to know what you plan for your date with Anita tomorrow." His eyes narrow as he considers my request. I hope he's not going to be difficult. There's not enough time for that. Apparently Jean-Claude comes to the same conclusion. He may be a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I will be escorting &lt;i&gt;ma petite&lt;/i&gt; to the opening of Danse Macabre, my newest business venture.” He glides to his desk, picks up a card and hands to me. It’s an invitation to the opening of his new dance club in the heart of Blood Square. All the relevant details are there. I pocket the card and begin asking questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Will there be a crowd?" I hate crowds. It’s almost impossible to find one lone killer in that din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oui&lt;/i&gt;. We are expecting a crowd. The press has been invited. The mayor will be in attendance as well." He pauses, and then continues, speaking so quickly and softly I can barely hear him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"You only need to ensure we reach the club without incident. Once inside, my people will protect her. She will be in your hands again when we leave." He shuts up and lets me think. This is complicated. Why couldn’t they just be going out for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I run several scenarios through my mind. If it was me, I wouldn't even dream of attacking her in a crowd. Too many things could go wrong. I would hit the car on the way back, when she's more relaxed and her guard is down... But other killers may not be so patient. I know many who would prefer to kill from a distance with a bomb. Which brings me to my next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"How will you get there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"My limo." Of course he would have one of those. Everything about him is over-the-top, so why would he settle for a mere car when he can have a limo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Do you trust your driver?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Oui&lt;/i&gt;. He is one of my people.” That’s good enough. For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I want to check the car before you leave." He nods. “That’s it then. I have everything I need.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"It is very late, &lt;i&gt;monsieur&lt;/i&gt;; will you require accommodations for the night? There are several guest rooms at the Circus." Is he joking? Death having a sleepover in the Circus of the Damned? Has the Master of the City gone insane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I'll be fine. Are you worried about me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Non. In truth, I am worried for my people." He says with a chuckle as I turn to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Monsieur&lt;/i&gt;?" I turn back. "Promise me no harm will come to her." His voice is calm, but there is turmoil in his eyes and his face is suddenly vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I promise to do my best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Under the circumstances, that is the best I can hope for. &lt;i&gt;Merci&lt;/i&gt;. If there is anything else you need…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“I’ll ask.” He turns to go back to his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Jean-Claude?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oui&lt;/i&gt;?" I surprise both of us by sticking out my right hand. He looks at it for a moment, and then shakes it. His palm is warm and his grip is firm. I'm glad he doesn't try to crush my hand, or I would have to kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"I'll see you tomorrow then." He nods and I leave, closing the door softly behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-2861549588748394117?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/2861549588748394117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-takes-detour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/2861549588748394117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/2861549588748394117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-takes-detour.html' title='Death Takes A Detour'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/SsBd5ng1c4I/AAAAAAAAABg/ucsqS_goi0E/s72-c/1stdcvr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8197963309162856949.post-8146136127700973299</id><published>2009-09-28T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:04:11.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First time'/><title type='text'>My First Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-eRVKRLuI/AAAAAAAAABI/QT_npufKpyA/s1600-h/Shadow-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386197699933581026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-eRVKRLuI/AAAAAAAAABI/QT_npufKpyA/s320/Shadow-crop.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 311px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well... here I am. Can hardly believe I took this step and created a blog! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, it's gonna take a while for me to get used to this, I'm not sure I'll EVER get the hang of it, but I'll try my best to figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A bit about me. Feel free to skip the next section!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I live in Singapore and I'm totally obsessed with dachshunds, sexy vampires, Supernatural and Adam Lambert. So don't be surprised if pictures of Mr Lambert pop up on this blog from time to time. And by that I mean EVERYDAY! Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I spend my days watching music videos for money. Before landing that gig, I was a DJ, a journalist, and a writer, among other, less glamorous things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The weiner above is my Shadow. He's adorable, but looks are deceiving. He's EVIL, and quite possibly the most ill-tempered dog that ever lived. Everyone says he takes after me... so I guess he learned from the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ultimately, I'd like to post some stories that I have written. They're not 100% PG, so be warned! But I won't torture you guys with them right now because they need work, as do my blogging skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this post comes out ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Until next time then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8197963309162856949-8146136127700973299?l=sc8ttered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/feeds/8146136127700973299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/8146136127700973299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8197963309162856949/posts/default/8146136127700973299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc8ttered.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time!'/><author><name>Jac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700695353585603964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-blJg0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0QkvyjEUNGY/S220/Shadow-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2b3eUD735E/Sr-eRVKRLuI/AAAAAAAAABI/QT_npufKpyA/s72-c/Shadow-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
