Much Ado About Me


	I am ...getting rained on in Tokyo. ...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop. ...blogging since 02/22/03.


	Sunday, December 30, 2007 New Year's trouble I was going to make a last minute decision on whether I should join a colleague and his friends at a club for New Year's Eve or just stay at home and have an all night "The Office" session. Unfortunately, I already plowed through all the seasons my brother gave me for Christmas so the decision has pretty much been made for me. Shame on NBC for not producing more episodes! This means that not only will I venture into a uncomfortable social situation voluntarily but I will also pay good money to be subjected to hundreds of strangers who let a solar calendar dictate their mood for partying. I can only hope to get lucky and be killed by a stray firecracker before the clock strikes midnight. In unrelated news, my flatmate K is telling her friends that living with me is like living with a ninja. This either means that I make very little noise or that she thinks that I'm an assassin. You decide. posted by Bunny at 10:15 AM


	Thursday, December 13, 2007 Escaping from the culture shock It's been a very efficient move. The boxes are unpacked, I have a resident permit, a Danish social security number, a current AND a savings account and I even signed up for Danish lessons. However, I still haven't figured out how to buy tokens for the washing machine or where exactly the washing machine is situated in this building. Granted, it's been less than two weeks since my move but I still expected it to feel more like home by now. It doesn't help that my flatmate probably thinks I'm a loner freak who's secretly in love with her 40" TV and kills Mother Earth with her 5-layered non-recycled toilet paper. That's probably the reason why I spent an inordinate amount of money on a plane ticket o go to a housewarming party in London this weekend. Incidentally, a lot of the friends that will be at the party are people who live in Copenhagen. It wouldn't be life if it made sense. posted by Bunny at 8:29 PM


	Saturday, December 08, 2007 I still heart CPH I'm in Copenhagen now and loving it, except for the bit of trying to fit the furniture that I had in my 45m2 Berlin flat into a 25m2 room with slated walls. Unfortunately, no internet at home yet, so to keep you entertained here's an email I wrote to myself a year ago and that I received a week ago: The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Friday, December 1, 2006, and sent via FutureMe.org Dear FutureMe, today is a special day: 3 weeks of anticipation built-up will (hopefully) dissolve into a warm fuzzy feeling when I go to pick up M at the airport. I do not know what to expect from this weekend and my inner bachelorette is already protesting vehemently that she will be denied her well deserved exit from the world: being eating by her 40 cats after passing to the other side. I am even less sure if I want to trade the emotional and mental stability of the previous 2 years of singledom with the turmoil of grounding your happiness in another person (especially a person who is an island away) but my mom agrees that it's time to quit the cradle snatching and to start dating more mature men (but only those who still have their hair). So, FutureMe who knows of drama to follow this, I can picture you having a good laugh at the stupid naive girl in love while stroking cat #37 but with it please also think back of the constant grin she had been wearing during the 3 week wait. Happily yours, A PS: Talking about quitting, did you manage to stay off the cigarettes? Did you get incredibly fat by doing that? This would explain the cat fetish. posted by Bunny at 11:58 AM


	Monday, November 05, 2007 J Day conversation "Hey, who didn't finish their beer?" "Yeah, shame on them. Think of all the poor children in Africa that are sober." posted by Bunny at 1:06 AM


	Sunday, October 28, 2007 Remember the bacon It finally hit me: only five more weeks and my Berlin gig is over. Still plenty of unfinished business, a move to organize, etc. Right now the unknown seems daunting rather an adventure filled with endless possibilities. With so many open issues, I'm getting more and more anxious. Tomorrow I will pass the biggest hurdle: the flathunt. Thi is the worst part of moving. Picking a place when you don't know the city is always a gamble. The gamble is twice as high when looking at flatshares. Do I want to move into a closet-sized studio or share something more spacious with a roomie? What if the flatmate is disgusted by my fast food eating habits? What if she doesn't play Singstar? What if I end up in little Ziploc bags in her freezer? I really need to stop overthinking and just remind myself that I do like bacon. posted by Bunny at 11:08 PM


	Tuesday, October 02, 2007 Attending a ball for my high school's 30th anniversary I'm back from Memory Lane, a place that I had last seen seven years ago when I got my high school diploma. It was all nostalgia tinged with alienation: the campus has been changed to accommodate new buildings, the bars we used to hang out have closed and people are wrinklier (some of the younger ones have just become uglier without the crow's-feet). Entertaining bits of the weekend: I talked to the odd mix of people that were present: teachers, classmates I rarely talked to back then, and littlums that used to be insignificant but have accomplished interesting things such as going to Japan and mastering language or being married for 5 years. RP confirmed that she's engaged to the lovely Frenchman she's been seeing for the last couple of years. Unfortunately, she gesticulated wildly during the whole weekend, making it impossible for me to determine how much he loves her (i.e. the size of the rock). Jay closed his last chapter in his Ross and Rachel relationship with his high school sweetheart and has broken off all communication with her. Meanwhile, the nihilists among us (and Friends fans) believe in the concept of Perpetual Recurrence. I discovered that the particular dress I was wearing that evening didn't mix well with being spun around on the dance floor. Some things never change (see eternal recurrence). The centrifugal forces applied to my chest weren't the worst thing that happened to me that night. The worst thing was witnessing my high school nemesis wiggle her godawful satin catsuit-clad booty to the most terrible song in German music history and me not being able to film it. posted by Bunny at 10:07 PM


	Tuesday, September 25, 2007 I had my cell phone stolen there but I still heart CPH In November 2006 I furnished a flat for the very first time in my life and even hung up some pictures. After all, nesting is expected once you arrive at your final destination. And what a superb destination it is: Bohemian Berlin with its stiletto-eating pavements and the 1€ doner kebabs, the no dress code clubs and all night public transportation. Inhabited by wonderful people like BB who makes you sandwiches and AC who gets you drunk on Ricard in dodgy areas of the city. However I was overly optimistic when I put nails into my living room wall to settle for good. One of my dumber alter egos decided that it's all going too well and therefore has accepted a job in Copenhagen. She thinks it might be fun to eat Danish hot dogs and learn a language that evolved from a throat disease in the third most expensive city in the world. But I shouldn't despair, there are some things to look forward to: Leaving the office at 5 p.m. A surplus of attractive Scandinavian lads at my disposal Christmas beer Besides, a country that puts these comic strips in its newspaper must rock harder that a diamond. posted by Bunny at 11:27 PM


	Thursday, September 20, 2007 Stealing my thunder Next week I'll see my best friend RP again for a high school reunion. Apparently she's got some big news to share. So do I. Hers probably involve a ring. Mine also start with an R but then merely continue with esignation. posted by Bunny at 12:49 AM


	Wednesday, August 29, 2007 A semi-successful holiday I have just returned from a vacation which was more of a location hopping that anything else. Route was: my parents' place - Berlin - Copenhagen - Berlin - Cambridge - London and now finally back in Berlin. All in less than 10 days. Not the most glorious of the ideas conceived by mankind. It was great seeing all my friends again but it can't have been much fun for them because I apparently have turned autistic since last seeing them and hence have lost any capacity to be pleasant or entertaining even if I go blue in the face with the effort. I mainly sat around with glazed eyes listening to other people's conversations. On the plus side, I managed to meet up with my ex and realized that I am getting over him. My natural gift of seeing flaws in everyone has magically returned. It also helps that he's currently sporting a Fauxhawk. With bleached hair in the middle. posted by Bunny at 1:07 AM


	Thursday, August 23, 2007 The fortune teller encounter I was reading a book on a bench when a bearded man with a turban started talking to me about my forehead. Apparently, the present can be read from the piece of skin above my eyebrows. Moving to the palm, Turban Man continued by guessing some other funny tidbits of my life and I was slightly suprised by how far a little bit of empathy can take you. He was amusing enough to give him some money which he claimed was for an orphanage. In return I got a talisman that looks like two bits of hardened play-doh stuck together and the following pearls of wisdom: Oct-Dec '07 will be lucky for me. I will meet my soul mate during that time period, even though I am not looking for a man right now. In 2009 I will start my own company. Beware of becoming a warrantor. I shouldn't discuss my plans for the future with too many people. My mother is a more important part of my life than I currently think. God is within yourself. I think too much. I should drink more milk and water. I'll revisit this in 2009. Until then, I'll just be offended that he guessed me more than 5 years older than I am. Must have been the dehydrated skin. posted by Bunny at 5:13 PM


	Tuesday, July 24, 2007 Rock * As of lately, my life has been somewhat lackluster so I need help to make it rock again. Fortunately, for geeks like me there's a how-to wiki. posted by Bunny at 10:03 PM


	Thursday, July 19, 2007 Two walls in Berlin posted by Bunny at 8:23 AM


	Thursday, July 12, 2007 Rock bottom Welcome to the new and improved pathetic me: Lying in bed before 10pm and watching Ally McBeal. Like my friend TF just told me on the phone, I'm a tub of Ben & Jerry's away from depression. Of course, he's frolicking in Denmark on his holidays while I am slaving away in the office from hell. He redeemed himself, however, when he added that he got me a present. I hope it's a tall, blond Dane. posted by Bunny at 11:04 PM


	Friday, June 29, 2007 Berlin Pride If it hadn't been for the friends visiting me I would have missed Christopher Street Day. I was a little reluctant to go into town as there were occasional monsoon showers that swept everything off the streets but if you have visitors, you are obliged to show them what they are missing by not living in Berlin. Especially when even the police rainbowed up. Who needs the Love Parade in Berlin? It's CSD where the real love is. posted by Bunny at 10:35 PM


	Thursday, June 07, 2007 Another thing can be crossed off the list The strip club was a sad affair where the entrance fee bought you a Monopoly dollar which you were invited to slip into the few garments the girls were wearing (they get 50 cents for each bill, so by making a fool of yourself you apparently support the hard-working ladies of the night). Highlight of the evening was when I slipped the play money into a stripper's thong to stop her from flaunting her ass in my face. It was less hairy than the asses that I normally touch, so that was nice. And plus, it was made so much more special by the company of a bunch of co-workers. A real Kodak moment. All this was made possible by someone's brilliant idea to give one of our friends a lap dance for his birthday. Next time I'm sticking to Starbucks gift certificates. posted by Bunny at 6:21 PM


	Wednesday, May 30, 2007 Stasis is the very essence of the crush It has come to that: I am turning bits of an article about Hugh Laurie's hotness into a blog title. My excuse is that nothing expresses the current theme of my life better. A lot has happened last month but nothing has really changed: after a second date and a rhyming sms from speed dating guy, I told him we shouldn't see each other again. I bought another pair of boring black shoes. I didn't get over my ex. Same old, same old. When I compared the break-up with cold showers I didn't know that I would get a taste of the real thing a couple of weeks later. It doesn't kill me to get a daily wake-up kiss from Frosty the snowman but it sure doesn't make me stop dreaming about steaming hot tubs. Nonetheless, all good things must have an end in a world where "ultra-lasting" means "up to 5 days" (at least when referring to nail polish) and, if nothing more, it gives me something to talk to the felines when I've turned into crazy cat lady. posted by Bunny at 12:12 AM


	Tuesday, May 08, 2007 Futile attempts to keep the cheese out of Easter The plan was to see my old flatmate S's new flat and get drunk off my head during her traditional Easter pub crawl but in the end it's always the people that are the main attraction. Even more amazing than S's interior design taste is her ability to show how much she cares for you. So the London sun wasn't the only thing to enjoy during Easter, I could also bask in the warm glow of friendship (which incidentally doesn't give you icky tan lines, so friendship totally kicks sunshine in every aspect). That, and I sneaked off to see my ex when nobody was looking. Good weekend. posted by Bunny at 10:42 PM


	Monday, April 23, 2007 Back from the fleshpots of humiliation So speed dating... even more punishment than dream fcking a fat middle-aged mobster and by far more surreal. Also, the women were stuck at their tables without waiters so I lacked the appropriate social lubricant after my complementary glass of Prosecco. Most of the conversations were about as much fun as knitting a sweater out of tapeworms while the strain of trying to act normal in an artificial setting turned me an unbecoming shade of red. I was glad when it was my friend B's turn at my table to start the best conversation of the evening. Me:[fake introducing myself] Hi, I'm Annie. How are you? B: I'm B. Me:* Hi, B. Oh god, where did you get the alcohol?! Gimme that! B: I got an Asian fetish. Me: And I have an Aryan fetish. B: Right. See, I'm not so much into breasts. So you'll just be fine. Me: Do you have any hereditary diseases in your family? Heart attacks? Mental illnesses? Diabetes? B: Nope. Me: Cancer? Drug addicts? B: No. Me: Good, good. Would you rather have a cat or a dog? B: If I had to, a cat, but I hate animals. Me: Oh, me too, except on a plate. B:[out of character] Oh, that reminds me, my vegan friend invited you to her birthday party next weekend. But you really shouldn't come and it's going to be boring as hell. Me: That's nice and I would love to come but I'm in Amsterdam that weekend. B: Phew, I really didn't want you to come anyway. Me:[back in character] I want your babies! Among my eleven speed dates:, a "Dirty Dancing" aficionado, a painfully earnest (and potentially color blind) boy, a couple of guys that in my memory have morphed into a single specter of yawn, a "funny but ugly" guy, an IT guy that made a gagging sound when I told him what I did for a living the classic frat douchebag, and a hobbit. To be fair I admit that I didn't come across as Heidi Klum with Mother Theresa's personality either. I had a little out-of-body experience and saw myself hovering over this stuck up girl that talked too fast and actually listed every single country she has lived in so far. In the end, I ticked one box on the rating sheet, so stay tuned for next episode when we get to know if the people B and I chose also like us. It'll be all about "Why didn't he want to meet me as well?! It must be because I'm FAT!!" posted by Bunny at 7:43 PM


	Sunday, April 15, 2007 Weird dream: the inappropriate dream Today I dreamt that I had sex with Tony Soprano which was upsetting on so many levels that I can't even begin to describe it - especially since I have never seen a single episode of The Sopranos in my life. I sure hope that it isn't some kind of foreshadowing of my foray into speed dating next Sunday evening. posted by Bunny at 7:29 PM


	Saturday, April 14, 2007 A Berlin moment sneaking up on me on my way to dinner posted by Bunny at 11:30 PM


	Saturday, March 31, 2007 ebay will be my death I didn't think ebay would lead to my untimely demise when I was looking for a way to get in shape for summer. In a fit of insanity I figured the best way to do it would be to substitute my commute on the public transportation with a bike ride. A workout each day with no extra time invested. Pure genius, right? Little did I know that picking up the bike I bought on ebay involved meeting up at a metro station at night. That sounded suspicious so I brought a friend* along. When I took my latest purchase for a test spin I realized that my concerns for my health have been misdirected. The seller was a harmless nice man without any knives or guns on his person. Instead of dying in a dark alley by stab wounds, it's more likely that riding the bike will do me in. * A 1,90m tall friend. posted by Bunny at 10:21 PM


	Sunday, March 25, 2007 All food and nothing much else in Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg Whenever TF is coming to town, it's a culinary marathon: This man likes to eat. The plus is that he's happy as long as you provide him with something to chomp on. I ran out of food after Saturday's breakfast, so we had coffee and a spinach quiche while shopping. For dinner we washed down some excellent sashimi and sushi with plenty of sake at Kuchi. On Sunday we had brunch at Nosh that served an unusual dessert made out of ice cream, biscuit, pudding, blueberries and nuts. We made a failed attempt at doing something besides eating and tried to join the festivities for the 50th anniversary of the EC but gave up quickly ("The people! Lots of them! Everywhere!"). The last restaurant of the weekend was al contadino sotto le stelle which probably has the most delicious Italian food and wine in Mitte. Now that TF is on his way back to Amsterdam, I can finally digest and pray that my own private version of The Very Hungry Caterpillar will turn me into a butterfly instead of just merely fat. posted by Bunny at 8:43 PM


	Friday, March 23, 2007 "When I was young, we didn't have any of that YouTube" When Avril starts singing in Mandarin, you know the world is coming to an end (or maybe it's just me getting old). posted by Bunny at 12:31 AM


	Sunday, March 18, 2007 The limits of retail therapy I recently bought a new book from the much revered Mighty Girl and I still don't manage to post more regularly: I'm too exhausted from my four day weekend. posted by Bunny at 7:39 PM


	Thursday, March 08, 2007 Turn over a sober leaf Enough with the moping. Before I found myself singing "All by myself" with an empty vodka bottle as a mike, I have gotten a grip on myself. I define pathetic in so many ways already, there's really no need to add another meaning of "sad" to my Merriam-Webster of misery. I have been on a binge drink since Monday and are healed from any heart ache as of tonight. Whoever said that alcohol doesn't solve any problems, clearly hasn't drunk enough of it yet. I count myself lucky to have "falling out of love before the body has time to cool" as one of my few talents. Things I learned during my drinkathon: It pays to drink lots of water.* It costs 20€ to rebook a flight to Amsterdam. Never drink alone.* It helps to have friends who burn you "I will survive" CDs.**** * Especially on weekdays. A small price to pay for drunken online shopping. People you're skyping with qualify as company if they're drinking too. ***It helps even more to have friends who stop by to bring you gin and tonic. posted by Bunny at 12:52 AM


	Sunday, March 04, 2007 The bunny has not left the building Welcome back, gentle reader. The boyfriend-related hiatus is as much over as my relationship is. Except for a bruised ego and a craving for inebriated oblivion, I am surprisingly ok because this time it really wasn't anything I've done but the fact that it was a hopeless long-distance relationships with no perspective. Unfortunately, I came back home to an empty fridge. Drinking champagne on my own is too pathetic so the two bottles remain safely in the pantry. I have only had a bob cut last week so I can't indulge in my post-break up tradition of cutting my hair. Any more hair removed and I'd end up like Britney. So instead I did some retail therapy on Spittlefield market earlier on today with galpal RP whom I hadn't seen for a year: The first one is for my bruised ego and broken heart. The second one is to remind me that with all the boy-free time on my hands I can play Guitar Hero to rock the boredom away. The last one is good for nothing and I just bought it to make the triumvirate complete. The most annoying thing about the break-up is that there is a Boy-shaped hole now where nothing was wanting before. It's like getting used to hot water: hot showers are nice but you don't really need them. And going without them sure builds character. posted by Bunny at 11:12 PM


	Wednesday, February 14, 2007 The telecommunication gods conspiracy I woke up remembering a dream in which the Boy slept with one of my friends here. Then the only chocolate I got today was a piece from the box that got sent to the trainee in our department. The Boy claims that he texted me virtual roses but I didn't get them. Nor did his e-card make it to my inbox later tonight. In other words, the gods of telecommunication wanted me to have a romance-free, loveless Wednesday. For some, it might be Valentine's Day, for me the best thing about today is that it's only two more days until the weekend. And people ask me why I am not more of a holiday person... posted by Bunny at 10:06 PM


	Tuesday, January 23, 2007 When "I have no idea how it got there" is not just a lame excuse I was slightly surprised when I caught the Boy looking at muscular guys doing each other on my laptop. I was even more surprised when it turned out that he had found it on my hard disk by accident. Apparently, I had had the movie for almost a year hiding among my other video clips, unnoticed. It was a complete mystery to me how it had gotten there but I was determined to solve it but it took me some trial and error, lots of giggling and an hour of my life before the metaphorical light bulb got any juice. So many lessons learnt that evening: Lesson #1: Men in gay p0rn look much better than in straight p0rn Lesson #2: They would look even better without any ridiculous angel and devil costumes Lesson #3: It's not a good idea to call your brother to ask him whether he gave you gay p0rn Lesson #4: When copying files from friends, stick to the titles that sound familiar. posted by Bunny at 12:35 AM


	Saturday, January 20, 2007 It must be love I found out that what I generally refer to as "spoon massage" actually has a proper name. My friends know it as "a torture method applied to you when a flu has left you defenseless against the evil powers in the world (aka me)" but now that I can give them the proper Chinese term, people might be more willing to submit themselves to it. In the end, I just want to make people take their shirts of and hurt them but nobody but themselves is to blame if they mistake Asian looks with knowledge of Eastern medicine. I offered one to my current love when he came down with the flu before coming to stay to Berlin for the weekend. However, he has very delicate skin so I spared him and brought him some orange juice instead. It takes a special guy that makes me wanna coddle him instead of putting red streaks all across his back. posted by Bunny at 11:49 PM


	Sunday, January 14, 2007 Drink your troubles away I tried to annihilate the memories of this awful, awful week on Friday evening. It worked a little too well and I had to face the consequences on Saturday when I stayed in bed catching up on my TV shows trying to ignore my hangover. Lately I haven't been going out much and enjoyed it very much. Despite what my mom or Myer-Briggs say about my gregarious nature, deep down I am a true introvert. With internet providing endless hours of entertainment and pizza delivery services, I won't leave the house any time soon this weekend. On a brighter note, I finally got rid of my Christmas tree, or rather Remy did as a "thank you" for letting him crash at my place. I had my doubts about whether throwing the tree out of my window (5th floor) was a good idea but at 1 am our thinking was quite impaired. This was confirmed by my downstairs neighbor who didn't appreciate us celebrating the successful tree throwing with some Singstar. "Total Eclipse of Your Heart" is not for everyone on a Monday night... ahem, Tuesday morning. posted by Bunny at 12:52 AM


	Thursday, January 04, 2007 Christmas present While I have always been Happy, apparently that is not enough, someone thinks I need to upgrade my emotions. Happy for Men to be precise, go figure the pun. posted by Bunny at 9:20 PM


	Monday, January 01, 2007 New Year's Eve minus the party In accord with my dislike of society-mandated celebrations, I boycotted New Year's Eve by staying at home and watching Dexter while reading my chat history of my current knight in shining armor. My brother calls this pathetic but I call this the introvert's alternative to firecrackers and stale sparkling wine. Also, it gave me plenty of time to think about how to dispose of the carcass of last year's christmas tree: out of my window it goes. posted by Bunny at 10:49 PM

All Graphics and Template Code © 2005 by 883DESIGN, All Rights Reserved.


	CONTACT much.ado[at]gmx.net BLOGGERS annie tomlin argh cake wrecks do not overmix dooce eurotrash out of character joints of time little.yellow.different mek vito nimmersatt in berlin noodlepie pandemian postsecret rabbit blog ramblings of a madman remembrall sarah hepola teahouse blossom the search of love in manhattan upside-down hippopotamus technicolor.org MISCELLANEOUS jezebel passive-aggressive notes salon.com failblog lamebook one manga rice bowl journals sinfest this is why you're fat the morning news the mirror project wulffmorgenthaler yay everyday ARCHIVES 02/01/2003 - 03/01/2003 03/01/2003 - 04/01/2003 04/01/2003 - 05/01/2003 05/01/2003 - 06/01/2003 06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003 07/01/2003 - 08/01/2003 08/01/2003 - 09/01/2003 09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003 10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003 11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003 12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004 01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004 02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004 04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005 01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005 03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005 04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005 06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005 07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005 08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005 09/01/2005 - 10/01/2005 10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005 11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005 12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006 01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006 03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006 04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006 05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006 06/01/2006 - 07/01/2006 07/01/2006 - 08/01/2006 08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006 09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006 10/01/2006 - 11/01/2006 11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006 12/01/2006 - 01/01/2007 01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007 02/01/2007 - 03/01/2007 03/01/2007 - 04/01/2007 04/01/2007 - 05/01/2007 05/01/2007 - 06/01/2007 06/01/2007 - 07/01/2007 07/01/2007 - 08/01/2007 08/01/2007 - 09/01/2007 09/01/2007 - 10/01/2007 10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007 11/01/2007 - 12/01/2007 12/01/2007 - 01/01/2008 01/01/2008 - 02/01/2008 02/01/2008 - 03/01/2008 04/01/2008 - 05/01/2008 05/01/2008 - 06/01/2008 07/01/2008 - 08/01/2008 09/01/2008 - 10/01/2008 12/01/2008 - 01/01/2009 01/01/2009 - 02/01/2009 01/01/2010 - 02/01/2010 03/01/2010 - 04/01/2010 04/01/2010 - 05/01/2010 10/01/2010 - 11/01/2010 06/01/2011 - 07/01/2011 HOME