<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203</id><updated>2009-11-11T08:36:10.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Gorgeous' blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2122980409282386024</id><published>2009-11-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:33:34.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moobile Again</title><content type='html'>Meadow, an 11-month-old calf lost her hind hooves and half of her ears to severe frostbite. Meadow was found by Nancy Dickenson and her stepdaughter Martha on a neighbour's ranch in Ocate, New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SvKy6XqYsPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W2EGYfGqyIk/s1600-h/cow01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SvKy6XqYsPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W2EGYfGqyIk/s320/cow01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400575619024597234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meadow after being fitted with her prosthetic back legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SvKy6MFog3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bavAMwm31gg/s1600-h/cow-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SvKy6MFog3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bavAMwm31gg/s320/cow-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400575615917654898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extent humans would go to show their kindness to other living creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to ponder: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be better to end Meadow's suffering by putting her to sleep? The prosthetics would be more beneficial to humans with amputated limbs instead of animals that would be slaughtered after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2122980409282386024?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2122980409282386024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2122980409282386024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2122980409282386024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2122980409282386024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/11/moobile-again.html' title='Moobile Again'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SvKy6XqYsPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/W2EGYfGqyIk/s72-c/cow01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2668923262718864430</id><published>2009-10-31T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:11:00.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SusQVTnCODI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WGpvtYWyM5Y/s1600-h/halloween_pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SusQVTnCODI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WGpvtYWyM5Y/s320/halloween_pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398426536560965682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never celebrated Halloween in my life. Never been trick-or-treating, never worn a Halloween costume, and never carved a pumpkin before.In fact I don't even eat pumpkin. The only pumpkin dish that I have tried is pumpkin soup. Well, the soup didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. Either it was cooked with the correct ingredients or very little pumpkin was added to the soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, of recent years, Halloween has been celebrated by many in this country for the fun of having the opportunity to dress up in silly, weird costumes without being labeled as cuckoo or being shipped to the asylum. In fact Japanese "celebrate" Halloween all year round. Those people that dress up in weird outfits parade the streets of Japan on a daily basis. However, they refer to that as cosplay and it has nothing to do with Halloween. Just wanted to point out that there are "special/unique" individuals that want to stand out from the crowd. Either that or the refuse to grow up and live in their fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to pick a character to portray for Halloween what would it most likely be? (Ponders....)Being a princess, fairy, devil, bunny, witch, mummy, vixen, vampire, zombie, kitten, clown, super heroes, etc would be too common. Even being an ogre (that is Shrek's kind) would be common. I was really tempted to buy the animal ears headbands when McD's was having that promotion but I didn't. I really can't decide. But I think being Paris Hilton would be quite fun. All I need is a blonde wig and just hi-jack someone's chihuahua. Muahaha. It's rather easy being a blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2668923262718864430?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2668923262718864430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2668923262718864430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2668923262718864430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2668923262718864430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/SusQVTnCODI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WGpvtYWyM5Y/s72-c/halloween_pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5787829767392719893</id><published>2009-10-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:42:25.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ear Still Hurts</title><content type='html'>After almost a week, my ear still hurts badly. My throat ulcer got bigger and more painful. Even drinking is a feat. Every time I eat or drink, my eyes will tear from the excruciating pain. The pain from the throat combined with the pain in the ear is simply unbearable. I have been taking antibiotics and panadol but the pain just simply wouldn't go away. It is really torturing. My tongue is starting to hurt a little too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a friend of mine about this and he gave me this reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My ear hurts so badly. &lt;Some elaboration on how I ended up with this&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Better go see a doctor. Later your ear fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am not Michael Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway jokes aside, this pain is really killing me. I haven't had a proper meal since this pain developed because I can't swallow without tearing. Ouch. When will this pain go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5787829767392719893?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5787829767392719893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5787829767392719893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5787829767392719893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5787829767392719893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ear-still-hurts.html' title='My Ear Still Hurts'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8321938330503096812</id><published>2009-10-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:23:37.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ear Hurts</title><content type='html'>For the past two days, my ears and nose were teaming up on me. They itched so badly every night that I have to rub them non stop to get rid of the itch. However, the rubbing does not relief me of the itch. Instead I ended up with sore nose and ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my throat started to hurt. And today, guess what? An ulcer appeared on my throat. Now coupled with the throat ulcer, my ear hurts like it's going to fall off. The pain is getting unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is related to something I had experience when I was small. I was 6 or 7 then. I don't remember exactly what was wrong but I do remember having to have this liquid medication dropped into my ear and stuffing it with cotton. The teachers in my school thought I was deaf and had to clarify it with my sis. I am not deaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't know what to do. My nose and ear still itch a little. However the bigger issue now is that my ear really hurts and so does my throat. Should I take allergy medication or panadol (the wonder pill)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8321938330503096812?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8321938330503096812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8321938330503096812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8321938330503096812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8321938330503096812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ear-hurts.html' title='My Ear Hurts'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4795050087226402058</id><published>2009-10-12T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:47:31.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Gately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/StMRv5MCnxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wx8a5c31eJU/s1600-h/stephen+gately.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/StMRv5MCnxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wx8a5c31eJU/s320/stephen+gately.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391672693395463954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Gately &lt;br /&gt;17 March 1976 – 10 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken this morning by the message ringtone from my phone. Still being in sleep mode, I reached over to grab my phone and read the message. My groggy eyes read the words : Stephen Gately of Boyzone passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jolted out of my slumber after reading that message. It is truly shocking and depressing that one by one, the stars whom I know from my teens are leaving the world. I rummaged through my old CDs the other day out of boredom and was just listening to Boyzone's CD 2 nights ago when I couldn't get any sleep. Today, one of the singer in Boyzone is dead. It is truly sad although I was not a big fan of theirs (my sis was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen will be fondly remembered for his high pitching, squeaky voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering who Boyzone is, below is a picture of the famous 90s boyband from Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/StMRowW1vAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4-U4FC4ZqUA/s1600-h/boyzone.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/StMRowW1vAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4-U4FC4ZqUA/s320/boyzone.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391672570765753346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Keith, Stephen, Ronan, Mikey and Shane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claps, I remember their names. Some time ago I tried to recall the names of members of the bands famous in the 90s. I had trouble remembering their names.For instance N'Sync (I only remember Justin Timberlake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken from Google. Don't know why they appear so small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4795050087226402058?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4795050087226402058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4795050087226402058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4795050087226402058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4795050087226402058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/stephen-gately.html' title='Stephen Gately'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/StMRv5MCnxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wx8a5c31eJU/s72-c/stephen+gately.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4229561109152704036</id><published>2009-10-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:37:02.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Cold</title><content type='html'>I have been down with cold for the past two days. I don't know how I got it. All I know is I can't stop sneezing. That was how it started. I sneezed, and sneezed, and sneezed and sneezed. I blew my nose so often that my face began to feel numb. Then my head felt like a balloon (filled with air). Tried to leave it to my body to fight it but somehow that didn't turn out well. That left me without much option but to take medicine. Took a pill and the sneezing seemed to stop but my nose was blocked. With my nose blocked I had difficulty breathing. Not long after, the sneezing resumed and more "wantons" were produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, before I retire for the day, I took another pill to stop the runny nose. It worked. However, there is a catch. The side effect was I had a terrible hang over the whole day. I couldn't get up in the morning because I felt so dizzy. I finally managed to drag myself out of bed, but I can't seem to stand still without felling like the ground was made out of cloud. I had to lean on something whole day. Even caffeine failed to break the dizzy spell. Up until now, my head is still spinning. I think I have developed a fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4229561109152704036?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4229561109152704036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4229561109152704036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4229561109152704036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4229561109152704036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/down-with-cold.html' title='Down With Cold'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7279821718456275914</id><published>2009-10-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:00:04.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lappy's Condition Worsens</title><content type='html'>Lappy has a string of health conditions and has been weak a while after it started work. Although Lappy has been "vaccinated", it has not protected Lappy entirely from viral infections. Lappy contracted viral infectious in university when infected drives belonging to friends were plugged into it during information sharing. Although some virus were detected and cleared, there remain hidden ones undetected by the vaccine. Some time into university, the vaccination wore out and Lappy has been on its own ever since. Last year or the year before that, Lappy was diagnosed with cataract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really sad to see Lappy's cataract condition worsen. I turned it on today only to find a total blind streak running vertically across Lappy's "eye". I am really worried that Lappy will be totally blind real soon. Lappy has been with me since university days. We have become so attached that a moment apart is agonizing. When Lappy first had cataract, I consulted "specialists" on "treating" Lappy's cataract. I was told that it was way too costly to treat it and it is best to let Lappy live with this condition and serve it's useful life. Although Lappy's cataract has made it difficult for it to show and for me to see, I still love Lappy to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the cataract, Lappy has been on life support for some time. Lappy has a weak heart. Lappy's heart failed while I was in university. But Lappy has not stop serving me. Although having to be on life support all the time, Lappy still works like any of his "brothers". I can't lose Lappy for he is my sole helper in the human-techno world. Pleas stay strong and overcome this hardship Lappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7279821718456275914?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7279821718456275914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7279821718456275914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7279821718456275914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7279821718456275914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/lappys-condition-worsens.html' title='Lappy&apos;s Condition Worsens'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5517194111580852493</id><published>2009-09-26T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:01:32.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't There Be Other Climate Other Than Hot And Wet?</title><content type='html'>The weather in the part of the world is really sucky. Probably cause it has been the same two seasons throughout the year (that is hot and wet only). Or perhaps I have been in this place far too long hence making me getting really sick and tired of the same old climate. I really like to be in a place where I could experience four seasons for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change I really like to experience winter. I have never touched real snow in my life to date. The only four season that I have experienced thus far is spring. It would be really great if the first snowflake of winter lands on my nose. I would love to see buildings, roads and trees caped in snow. To build snowmen and make snow angels, to make snowballs. I would really love to have a white Christmas. Christmas isn't Christmas without the presence of snow. I would love to sink my feet into inches of snow, to leave a trail of footsteps in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The snow will never fall on this half of the world unless there is another dramatic change in the world like the ice age. To dampen spirits further,the weather has been really sickening lately. It is terribly hot on some days and extremely wet on others. It is almost like being in the desert where the day is scorching hot and the night is just as bad as the day. Other than that, it is just rain, rain, rain. Just the other night, when I was having difficulty getting sleep, the sky showed its fury. Loud thunders roared and lightnings flashed like there was a big fight going on up above. That noise jolted me out of slumber and kept me awake till dawn. I truly dislike tropical weather. Why can't there be other form of climate other than hot and wet in this country? For once, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5517194111580852493?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5517194111580852493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5517194111580852493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5517194111580852493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5517194111580852493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-cant-there-be-other-climate-other.html' title='Why Can&apos;t There Be Other Climate Other Than Hot And Wet?'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5191142358849163837</id><published>2009-09-23T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:33:23.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>I don't know what has gotten into me but I have been having sleepless nights again. And the thing is, nothing is bothering me. I am happy (at least I think I am) at the moment. Nothing is stressing me out. Almost every night I toss and turn in bed, hoping to catch some sleep. When that fails, I will kill time by listening to tunes, which by the way keeps my more energetic instead of sleepy. I hardly slept last night and my head is thumping now. Just the other night I was feeling a little feverish. So I took a panadol and guess what? Panadol is more effective than coffee. It kept me awake. Sheesh! I suppose I am getting immune towards panadol. Maybe I should try medication to kill runny nose instead. Ouch, my head. My poor little head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what sleepless nights indicate in fortune telling? Am I going to win a big sum of cash? Is someone missing me? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5191142358849163837?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5191142358849163837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5191142358849163837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5191142358849163837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5191142358849163837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6814506681587158744</id><published>2009-09-13T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:40:41.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid TM</title><content type='html'>What's the point of having a telecommunications company which can't even provide telecommunication facilities to the public? I have been having issues with the internet for quite some time. It is a real pain in the rear trying to get connected to the internet. On normal days it takes about half an hour to get connected to the internet. On bad days, there is simply no connection to the internet. This matter has been ongoing for quite a while. For the whole of yesterday, I couldn't get connected to the internet at all. I have been trying to get connected from morning till past midnight but to no avail, I couldn't even get onto the web. The DSL light on the modem kept blinking while the PPP doesn't even light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I gave the telecommunications company a ring to lodge a complain. The operator instructed that I try to connect the modem to the main line to see whether I could get connected to the internet. Hence I brought the modem downstairs to carry out the experiment on the modem. When I plugged the main telephone line to the modem, all the lights on the modem are lighted. Then I took the modem upstairs to reconnect with the parallel phone line. The DSL light kept blinking and the PPP light went into hiding again. For hours I tried to get connected, by disconnecting, reconnecting, switching off the switch, switching on the switch, unplug the phone line and splitter to make a direct connection, but everything fails to get me connected to the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very frustrated and agitated, I called telecom again to make a "Fault report". I described the problem to the operator and was told by the operator that the problem lies with my phone line. Then I was told to contact the phone line department as it was the internet service provider department that I am talking to at that moment. Hence I dialed the hotline again. I couldn't get to any party of the telecommunication company so I redialed. Still to no avail. Redial. Nothing.Redial. Nothing. And the stupid voice recording kept saying " you have reached the limit of your telephone card". What the hell is it talking about? I wasn't using any phone card. Not only is the company dumb, the system in the company is also dumb. The company should just implode in itself to safe the public from all this trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6814506681587158744?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6814506681587158744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6814506681587158744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6814506681587158744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6814506681587158744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-tm.html' title='Stupid TM'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3359895802239381088</id><published>2009-09-09T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:21:15.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>09.09.09</title><content type='html'>Just like last year's 08.08.08 which was also set as the date of the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics, 9 September 2009 (or simply 09.09.09) is the day that people all over the world go all out to commemorate a date that will only appear in the next millennium. That is the next time you see this dates will probably be in 3008 and 3009. Actually, for the next 3 years, dates that appear in this order can still be observed. Namely, 10.10.10 (10 October 2010) , 11.11.11 (11 November 2011), and 12.12.12 (12 December 2012), but the significance that these dates hold will be a matter to be told at a time close to the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 September (09.09.09) is publicised as an auspicious date, for the number nine signifies longevity in Chinese belief. Due to this belief, couples choose to solemnise their wedding on this very auspicious date.  Just a point to ponder, is the Hungry Ghost Festival over? If it isn't then this date will fall in the Hungry Ghost Festival month which the Chinese deem taboo to wed in this month. Then the situation would be one of : "To wed or not to wed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole fengshui thing has made people of all walks of life lose all their senses. Everyone believes that they can alter and tweak their lives by outsmarting God and his plans. Believing that an expert can help them change their future altogether by choosing a date where all things good fall perfectly into place to carry out their important events like wedding, opening ceremonies, delivery dates (labour date) and moving dates (when to move in or out of place) and by pass the inauspicious dates altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However smart one can be, no one can outsmart God. For He is the one that created you. Everything that happens in our lives happens for a reason. Be it a success or a failure, it is a lesson to be learned. From our achievements we learn what ought to be repeated in future if a similar situation occurs, whilst for failures we learn what ought to be avoided or ways top overcome if encountered in future. Choosing an auspicious date does not imply that the future will be brighter. We are responsible for our own actions and it is not the date that is responsible for what good or bad that happens in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wed on 09.09.09 does not imply that the marriage will last forever. The determining factor of a long lasting marriage lies in the couple themselves and not the date they wed. A date is just a date for us to remember something that took place on that specific date in history. If the person that you choose to spend the rest of your life with has an unfaithful nature,no matter which auspicious date you choose to be wed will not change the fact that this person will stray at some point. A tiger will never lose its stripes. Similarly, a pumpkin can not be transformed into a watermelon just by painting stripes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these dates (09.09.09 &amp; 08.08.08) does proof to be a useful marketing gimmick. Every trade and business make use of these widely publicise dates to escalate their sales and earn big bucks from it. Truth behold is that everyone believes in fairytale  and happily ever after, whether we admit or not. It is not wrong to have this belief, but it has to be to a certain extent. We need to be rational in life, knowing how to separate fact from fiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations to all the wedded couples that choose to tie the knot on the 9 September 2009. May your marriage be everlasting. For those who did not tie the knot on this date, this does not imply that your marriage will be short lived but it proves that you have your mind over your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3359895802239381088?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3359895802239381088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3359895802239381088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3359895802239381088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3359895802239381088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='09.09.09'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-505479282260974072</id><published>2009-09-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:11:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Well Said</title><content type='html'>I came across this very well phrased passage from a blog. It is from a guy's perspective of how to treat a girl. From this entry, it shows that this guy is a true gentleman and really loves his girlfriend. He is probably the last of a true gentleman alive (although I do not know whether or not he is in person. But judging from his entry, he definitely fits the term gentleman). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is how he said it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling your girlfriend she has to clean your room, wash your clothes and do the dishes while you play your Xbox, PS3 or DotA using a stupid excuse like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't start now, in the future you definitely won't do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, excuse me, our girlfriends did not go through 11 years of school, 1 year of pre-U, and 3 years of university to graduate and become your maid. But, if you insist that she should be your maid, then please pay her adequately. Otherwise, man up, grow some balls and do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total admiration for this guy. His girlfriend is truly one lucky girl. Guys should appreciate their girlfriend and treat them well and not expect them to be like their maid or mother. A truly honorable gentleman. &lt;Applause&gt; Just like the last samurai, this is the last gentleman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-505479282260974072?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/505479282260974072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=505479282260974072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/505479282260974072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/505479282260974072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-well-said.html' title='Very Well Said'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6333826804869943485</id><published>2009-09-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:14:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits</title><content type='html'>It is said that zits are synonymous to youth. After all, it is referred to as "ching chun tou" in mandarin (literally translated "youthful blemish"). Anyway, it is the teens that normally face pimples breakout. I hardly had zits throughout my high school days. All my friends envy my flawless skin. Which lead some jealous girls to spread rumours that to prevent zits from sprouting, one has to apply their period onto their skin. Well, they must have tried that to know. Anyway, even when I had a zit or two, they would disappear within a day or two without me having to squeeze them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things changed as we grow. What took a few days to heal now take weeks to heal. There is this zit that sprouted out of the blue on the side of my nose a few weeks ago. I applied something on it to be rid of it. It seemed to work initially. The swell sort of subsided. Then I got lazy and stopped applying that thing. I had this thought that the zit would subside on it's own. My antibody would work its wonders and extinguish the semi-active volcano. Boy was I wrong. Instead of getting smaller on its own with time, it got bigger. Sigh. Looks like my antibody is not effective anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, since zits are synonymous with youth, does that imply that I am getting youthful with each passing day? Does that mean that I am aging backwards? I wish to relive the zitless days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6333826804869943485?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6333826804869943485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6333826804869943485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6333826804869943485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6333826804869943485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/zits.html' title='Zits'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8957281813409173266</id><published>2009-08-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:24:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoax</title><content type='html'>I received a text message a couple of days ago. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shell!!! tahniah anda telah memenangi HADIAH CONTEST 2, 3(million). Sila hubungi talian:0178947716.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To translate it into English the message reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shell!!! Congratulations you have won the prize for contest 2, 3(million). Please contact the number: 0178947716.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scammers are getting bolder by the day. Using the names of such big corporation to dupe people. Wonder how they got hold of my number. How stupid do they possibly think the public are? It has been in the news over and over regarding all the scams. How foolish of them to think that I will fall for that. Just to let them know, I don't use Shell petrol. Dumb ass. Wasted sending that message to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8957281813409173266?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8957281813409173266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8957281813409173266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8957281813409173266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8957281813409173266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoax.html' title='Hoax'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6985804610510881915</id><published>2009-08-14T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:44:50.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus</title><content type='html'>I regret cutting my hair. Now I look like I have an octopus attached to my head. Sigh. should not have cut it to this length. I should have known better that my hair would curl at all the wrong places when its short. What remedial action should I take? It is not long enough for another cut. Dumb stylist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6985804610510881915?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6985804610510881915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6985804610510881915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6985804610510881915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6985804610510881915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/08/octopus.html' title='Octopus'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4906296784900992582</id><published>2009-08-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:45:09.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks Blues</title><content type='html'>Every time I am supposed to get a haircut, I am stuck in a dilemma. Choosing the hairstyle to have for the next few months is indifferent from choosing a life partner. You have to be rational in selecting the correct hairstyle to go for. Well, lets face it, you will be stuck with that hairstyle until your hair grows. So if it looks stupid, you will look stupid for the next few months. You will have to admit that a person's hairstyle affect the way the person looks. One can have the most fashionable outfit on and yet look ugly if that person's hair looks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sick of the same hairstyle that I have. It has been the same thing for the past 5 years. Gasp. After every haircut, it looks exactly the same. It is as though I have not cut my hair. Practically throwing money into the ocean after each haircut. I want something new. I don't want to look the same every decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my locks this time around? Should I perm it, cut fringe, cut it short, or retain the same hairstyle? Sigh. I need a haircut badly. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a versatile face. Not every type of hairstyle will suit me. I need a stylist. Pronto. What do I do with my hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4906296784900992582?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4906296784900992582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4906296784900992582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4906296784900992582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4906296784900992582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/08/locks-blues.html' title='Locks Blues'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3171117663441839673</id><published>2009-07-29T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:55:40.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Life is full of surprises. Some are pleasant, some are not. Be it pleasant or otherwise, life has to go on. Some decisions that we make in life are relatively simple whilst other decisions are the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are inevitable in life. Whether or not we would like the outcome, a decision still has to be made. I am glad I made a decision that makes me happier with life. That decision had ended the most horrible experience that I had to endure. It showed the bad, ugly and hideous side of human nature. The true meaning of how far and low creations of God would go to attain momentary contentment. It revealed the true side of how twisted facts could be used to manipulate situations and to disencumber the object of aversion. It totally embodied the spirit of co-operation. A true eye-opener to mankind. The most miserable part of that episode is over and I am happy with my choice. I am glad that I had the wisdom to make that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all things are that simple, then it wouldn't be life. Life is full of ups and downs. When you think you have put and end to one thing, another pops up. There was another situation that I was faced with. One that I did not want to compromise. One that I had fought an extremely tiring and long battle with. It is not that I have given up but the situation does not permit me to carry on. It was a really painful and disheartening choice. One that I did not want to choose. The reason I made that decision is not because I have accepted defeat but because the battle was going nowhere. I didn't made that decision till the very last minute. I didn't give up. I am disappointed that I have to make that decision but at some point, it just has to be put to an end because of the circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me this : "So you are giving up?". My answer is "No, I am not giving up on what I believe in". But deep down inside I am asking "Am I?". I am beginning to doubt myself too. Well, I suppose sometimes we would have to take the road less traveled. Some decisions although we try to evade, will have to be made for life has to go on. It is a Hobson's choice where there is no other option. That's the sucky part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the saying "You can't get everything in life" is true. I never believed in that saying until I made this painful decision. At this point maybe I can't have everything I want but I will ensure that I get everything I want in life in future. It might be over for this round, but for the subsequent rounds, I am not giving in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3171117663441839673?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3171117663441839673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3171117663441839673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3171117663441839673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3171117663441839673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/07/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2540399615366802157</id><published>2009-07-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:10:48.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod Scare</title><content type='html'>My Ipod made me frantic just now when it suddenly "pop-ed" and stop blinking when I was listening to songs. Panicked, I did everything to revive it. Even ran over to a friend to dock it to see if it has really reached it's end of life. And when docked it was negative. I was really upset. I thought I have lost my companion. Not wanting to give up on it,I docked it on it's dock and plugged it to my lappy when I got home. Now it's revived. Phew. What a close call. Don't ever scare me like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2540399615366802157?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2540399615366802157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2540399615366802157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2540399615366802157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2540399615366802157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/07/ipod-scare.html' title='Ipod Scare'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6565725534501356447</id><published>2009-07-19T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:29:01.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abalone</title><content type='html'>A mother and daughter were at an ice-cream stand in the mall when a familiar sight walked pass. That person upon seeing the daughter quickly turned away. The mother when she saw that person informed the daughter "Look, it's abalone", in a volume audible to those within a few inches from where they were standing. Abalone must have heard that. And now knows it's bestowed nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Never talk loud enough for everyone around you to hear unless you really intend for them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6565725534501356447?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6565725534501356447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6565725534501356447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6565725534501356447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6565725534501356447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/07/abalone.html' title='Abalone'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7952899323800056578</id><published>2009-06-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:40:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Answered</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could always count on you for every intricate detail in my life. I know you will always be there for me. You will always have my back and pick me up when I fall. I know that you will be there to dry my tears when I cry and put a smile back on my face. I know you are always willing to listen to me. To walk with me, every step of my life. To hold my hand and give me courage. You are the only one who truly loves with no condition. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for lifting a boulder off my chest, enabling me to breathe. Thank you for showing me the right path to take.I wouldn't know what to do if I don't have you in my life. My life is richer when you are in it. No words can describe my gratitude towards you. Thank you for your unconditional love. Thank you for coming to my rescue when I am in need. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7952899323800056578?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7952899323800056578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7952899323800056578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7952899323800056578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7952899323800056578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayers-answered.html' title='Prayers Answered'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6667384267036665130</id><published>2009-06-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:59:43.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>The past month and a half has been the most miserable time of my entire life. All the unpleasant times in my life added up would be much pleasant than the past month. It is truly a horrible nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has resulted in me not eating and sleeping well. I have developed some kind of eating disorder as a result. It is a nightmare that I can't get out of. Nighttime is the only time I feel at peace. I wish the night never ends and the sun never rises. But that is not for long. The night is too short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a new day makes me sick. I feel nauseous every morning when I wake up. This has really taken its toll on me. I have lost even more weight to my already underweight physic. Everything from the environment to the people makes me miserable. I loathe,hate detest,dislike the way my life is now. Why do I have to put up with all this crap? I deserve much better. Life's too short to be wasted living in misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I am typing this, I am suffering from a terrible headache but I have to resist the pain and let the suppressed feeling out before my head explodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6667384267036665130?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6667384267036665130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6667384267036665130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6667384267036665130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6667384267036665130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/06/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4748195936441841970</id><published>2009-06-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:39:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose</title><content type='html'>Life would be great if you enjoy what you are doing and making the most out of it. Life can also be a bitch if you loathe what you do and you don't get what you want. Life is only meaningful if you know what's its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly speaking, I failed what God sent me to earth to do. I don't even know the purpose of my life anymore. If I died today and gone to meet God, I wouldn't know how to face Him. If God asks me "Child what have you done throughout your time on earth?" I wouldn't have the answer to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is I am losing myself. I don't even know who I am anymore.The opening scene in "Nanny Diaries" totally depicts my life. If I'm asked to describe myself,I wouldn't be able to do that anymore. Who am I? I really don't have the answer to that anymore. Given the old me, I could easily tell all about myself with pride and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life when you can't even be yourself? What's life if you can't even have a say?  What's the purpose of living if you are just a puppet? What's the purpose of life when you're just a pawn in a game? The current situation that I'm in makes me loathe even myself. When I look into the mirror I don't even know who that is staring back at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you have lost the purpose of living when you don't love yourself anymore. It's fine for the world to not love you as long as you love yourself. But when you no longer love yourself, the future looks bleak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4748195936441841970?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4748195936441841970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4748195936441841970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4748195936441841970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4748195936441841970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/06/purpose.html' title='The Purpose'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5977192429968451788</id><published>2009-06-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:35:36.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>On the 28 May 2009, this blog turned three. I can remember clearly the very first entry of this blog. Looking back, numerous entries have been posted and I have come a long way since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry should have come up on that very day itself. However, I was caught up in a lot of things and didn't have the time to write this post. On top of that, the internet connection has been a real bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for the deferred entry is that my grandfather passed away a day before my blog turned 3. I was also caught up with other "commitments" apart from the funeral service which lasted a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I didn't even have the time to rest let alone to write an entry to commemorate the anniversary/ birthday of my blog. I really loathe the lifestyle that I am leading right now. I hardly get enough sleep, neither do I eat well. On top of that, I have to hide behind a mask everyday. I truly beg to differ. I hope that things would change for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5977192429968451788?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5977192429968451788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5977192429968451788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5977192429968451788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5977192429968451788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-anniversary.html' title='3rd Anniversary'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-789752604907862604</id><published>2009-05-16T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:08:40.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargy</title><content type='html'>I didn't really get much sleep last night. This is the result of me having to get up several times throughout the night to blow my nose. After clearing my airway, I snuggled back in bed trying to go back to my slumber but was unable to do so as my nose decided to be a menace. Hence resulting in me not having much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flipping in bed for some time, I managed to go back to sleep. I was jolted out of my slumber by my parents close to noon. Apparently, they left the house with the door unlocked without realising it until they got back. All this while I was deep in my slumber. They started to scold and nagged me for not going downstairs to check. Seriously, how is it possible for a person who is asleep to go downstairs to check whether the doors are locked? They forgot to lock the doors and put the blame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day I felt lethargy. I couldn't even concentrate on reading the newspaper. After brunch, I took a nap. That didn't help much. I woke up still feeling tired and groggy. My batteries have not been recharged even though I slept in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-789752604907862604?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/789752604907862604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=789752604907862604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/789752604907862604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/789752604907862604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/lethargy.html' title='Lethargy'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8874213076709728254</id><published>2009-05-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:20:51.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Words</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy the past week that I hardly have time to log onto the internet. I am so tired from waking up early in the morning and sleeping late at night. So much has happened within a short period of time. Still need some time to get accustomed to the regime. Gone are those days where I could stay up all night and still feel energetic the next day. Suppose this is the price of growing up. Besides that, I am also deeply saddened that my Korean drama series has come to an end. No more TV hogging from my side every weekend. Wonder when I could get hold of the Boys Over Flowers DVD with English subtitles. Although I would have to say the finale was quite a let down. I have expected more from it. Why did they make the series so short? Anyway, I am happy to know that the lead actor won an award for his role in this series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8874213076709728254?l=darceyst.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8874213076709728254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8874213076709728254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8874213076709728254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8874213076709728254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/beyond-words.html' title='Beyond Words'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06402206997605932329'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>