<?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-27669246</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would if i could~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-3134088435413909055</id><published>2007-02-04T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T07:23:03.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Night</title><content type='html'>I planned for eeeverything, down to the very last detail. Who to eat with, what to eat, where to eat. But something just had to go wrong. Somehow, the instructions just weren't clear enough, and we probably didn't use our brains enough either haha. But anyway, it doesnt matter, it was exciting during the planning and execution phase =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Fire burns upwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-3134088435413909055?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/3134088435413909055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=3134088435413909055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/3134088435413909055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/3134088435413909055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2007/02/into-night.html' title='Into the Night'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-406460621806484801</id><published>2007-01-13T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:16:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or Die</title><content type='html'>"TRAITOR!" Thats what the messages read, no matter what form they came in or how they were written. I didnt mean to do it. I'm not sure what came over me. I'm not sure what i was going through my mind. But i guessed it just happened and now I have to pay for the consequences. Its going to be awkward when i meet them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-406460621806484801?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/406460621806484801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=406460621806484801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/406460621806484801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/406460621806484801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-or-die_13.html' title='Do or Die'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-115964337415476099</id><published>2006-09-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:09:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold no longer~</title><content type='html'>So here i am again, feeling all down and moody. even though the end is already within sight, 40 more days, whats that when i have already conquered 60. But thats exactly the problem, commissioning ball is nearing and i have no special someone to bring. Finding a date will &lt;em&gt;probably be &lt;/em&gt;easy, but getting someone special is definitely a challenge. Its not that i'm being picky, but i guess its going to be quite a special moment, so sharing it with a certain special someone would mean a lot. there is someone whom i have in mind, but i haven't talked to her in quite  a while even thought i still think of her quite often. My mind tells me there is no hope, but my heart will not let go. Is giving up the only way? i just want a certain answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-115964337415476099?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/115964337415476099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=115964337415476099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115964337415476099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115964337415476099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/09/hold-no-longer.html' title='Hold no longer~'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-115505660000026656</id><published>2006-08-08T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:03:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click</title><content type='html'>I looked away when everyone saw.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what to think, but i felt&lt;br /&gt;No one knows, because no one remembers.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lose, what i did not have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-115505660000026656?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/115505660000026656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=115505660000026656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115505660000026656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115505660000026656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/08/click.html' title='Click'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-115297470821258413</id><published>2006-07-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:45:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 types of fitness</title><content type='html'>After spending a good 6 months in army, I have come to a conclusion that there are 3 types of fitness when you are serving your National Service and i shall attempt to explain them to you civilians now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Fitness:&lt;br /&gt;The type of fitness which is required to do your IPPT, in particular 2.4km runs. Everytime i take an IPPT, i tell myself that fatique is all in the mind and i only need to keep my legs moving to get a timing of 9.44 and below. However, it seems that that is hadly the case, no matter how hard i try, my legs seem to have a life of their own after a few rounds a round the track. And no matter how hard u try or how many times u try, the distance you can jump at the standing broad jump staion is limited by ur muscle capacity, thus i have come to a conclusion that only when ur physical fitness improves will u be able to concur IPPT with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat Fitness:&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of fitness required to run around with the freaking heavy fieldpacks, waterbags and weapons. The type of fitness required to endure the 23km march. Nothing much to it actually just that it requires a lot of mental strength cause combat fitness normally requires burst of energy and not endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian Fitness:&lt;br /&gt;Lastly civilian fitness. My civilian fitness has definitely gone down since i entered army. When i once used to stay up still 4 just to watch tv, play computer or do homework. I now can barely keep my eyes open once the clock strikes 2230. ZZZZZzzz... Damn lights out timing. Because of the unappetising canteen food, my appetite has shrunk by a lot and i no longer find buffets worthwhile due to my inability to comsume large amounts of food at one go. NOooo!! losing one of the greatest joys of life (or at least my life, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee tough times ahead adapting back to the civilian life and regaining my civilian (and match fitness) haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-115297470821258413?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/115297470821258413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=115297470821258413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115297470821258413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115297470821258413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-types-of-fitness.html' title='The 3 types of fitness'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-115133228079158594</id><published>2006-06-26T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:31:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often wonder what my life would be like if i didnt get into ocs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1 ~ Playing WarCraft 4 hours a day like the pros practising my micro-management skills and then play in the World Cyber games representing Team Singapore to earn big bucks by endorse commercials, advertisements, games.. u want it, i have it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2 ~ Go for driving lessons to in order to someday achieve my dream of being a race car driver living life on the fast lane making sharp turns and speeding down the highway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3 ~ Learning a new language? Alors je pourrais parler comme ceci et chuchote doux rien à mon amie (si je l'un avais) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 4 ~ Spend my days training up in the gym or at the beach in hopes of someday becoming a legend (and kick someone's ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 5 ~ A combination of all.. just enjoying life playing games, learning how to drive, picking up a new language and probably learn how to coach vball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless.. then why you ask, am i in OCS, well, is it because of the money, YES bigbig bugs.. ka-ching! Is it for the pride, oooh yess i love it when people rest and i do extra.&lt;br /&gt;Why did i choose this path..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-115133228079158594?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/115133228079158594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=115133228079158594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115133228079158594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115133228079158594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-often-wonder-what-my-life-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-115046310618214286</id><published>2006-06-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:05:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whats meant to be will be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-115046310618214286?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/115046310618214286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=115046310618214286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115046310618214286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/115046310618214286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-meant-to-be-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-114995322233099715</id><published>2006-06-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T08:27:02.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So thats where they find it...</title><content type='html'>So the long fieldcamp is over, rained every single day so i didnt bother changing my clothes and i wore the same set of uniform for the entire field camp. I tell you, the smell of clothes drenched in mud, sweat, rain and insect repellent is truly unbearable. I disposed of my uniform immediately when we got back as i didnt want to spoil the wachine machine  (^^,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reference to my previous post, i mentioned that i didnt think being an officer was very prestigious. But for the first time in my life today, i witnessed the senior's commissioning parade. Whoa, the 3 weeks the spent rehearsing the drills day after day, the parade was stunning. Furthermore, everyone was in the number one uniform. At the end of the parade when they all threw their caps into the air and hugged each other and congratulated it each other, i just wanted to be in the middle of all that. I guess thats the main motivation right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-114995322233099715?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/114995322233099715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=114995322233099715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114995322233099715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114995322233099715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-thats-where-they-find-it.html' title='So thats where they find it...'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-114821066120224267</id><published>2006-05-21T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:29:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tenth</title><content type='html'>Wo! Finally into the tenth week of OCS!! Took it long enough.. haha.. the tenth and most deadliest week.. going to have a platoon fieldcamp this week which starts on wednesday and lasts until next wednesday.. freaking long.. I HATE FIELDCAMPS!! Dun noe if i will be able to take it.. not the i cannot take the physical exercise and everything.. but just dun have the motivation to keep myself going.. dun see the pride in being an officer man.. so what if officer's training more tough.. doesnt make them better leaders or what..  According to the instructors.. its going to be freaking shag and tough too.. sigh~ Anyway termbreak will be just around the corner after i get back from fieldcamp.. hopefully can do some meaningful stuff u know u know? haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway term break is from Jun16 to 23... Keep yourselves free people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-114821066120224267?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/114821066120224267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=114821066120224267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114821066120224267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114821066120224267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/05/tenth.html' title='The Tenth'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-114742586430327754</id><published>2006-05-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:25:27.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle.com</title><content type='html'>Had nothing to do the entire day so spent it taking tests at Tickle.com and i've seem to lost my account ( the internet must have something against me, first my blog now this!) Anyway, i remember taking the whats ur colour test before and i remember it was red when i first did it, but now its blue! I've changed! haha.. but somehow, the red colour description seems more fitting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-114742586430327754?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/114742586430327754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=114742586430327754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114742586430327754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114742586430327754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/05/ticklecom.html' title='Tickle.com'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-114735947132139475</id><published>2006-05-11T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:02:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend?</title><content type='html'>2 days and 1 night of toally no sleep and finally patrol fieldcamp was over! I was expecting only 3 missions and i thought that we would be able to rest in between missions. But noooooo, being in Delta, we hhhhaaaddd to be the best! Just when nightfall came and i thought that I was be able to catch some shut eye (even though i slept a little during the ambush, whoops~), we were flushed out from our campsite and punished for not filling up our water bottles ( for further explanation of why that deserves punishment, drop me a msg :D) and then we were told that we were going to practise night movement drills. We were to chiong up this thickly vegetated hill and the branches whacked into my face like they were punishing us for intruding on their territory ah~ We were supposed to do it until we met a timing, and my buddy swears that the vegetation got thinner everytime coz he kepy breaking the branches each time he ran up his path haha.. That was the highlight of patrol fieldcamp for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i rushed to check to my handphone, thanks to weijie got a commentary of the gals match :D "Down from 2-0 the gals came back to win Sajc and they are into the finals!" woah! they must have lost the first two sets just to make the game more interesting, haha.. feel so excited for them, experiencing seomthing which i could only dream of, sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of the being in/the finals when i came across this article in the Time 100 issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... But my philosophy toward sports is a cliche: It isnt so much the result that makes me proud of an athlete or a performance; it's the effort. It's how an athlete handles wins and losses. It's attitude. And it's about understanding that being great at a sport doesn't make u a great person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan Jansen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The 1000m Olympic gold medalist in '94, Jansen has held eight speedskating world records&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27669246-114735947132139475?l=talliehewrote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/feeds/114735947132139475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27669246&amp;postID=114735947132139475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114735947132139475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27669246/posts/default/114735947132139475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talliehewrote.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend?'/><author><name>Tallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16539946900789762844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27669246.post-114697817637029890</id><published>2006-05-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:02:56.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back again!</title><content type='html'>Something happened to my previous blog.. boohoo.. ALL THE ENTRIES!! oh well.. remade one so its pretty empty again.. haha.. 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