<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203</id><updated>2012-01-29T14:57:26.187-08:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='OST'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Cuteness'/><category term='K-Pop'/><category term='Music'/><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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8888205346074707202</id><published>2012-01-22T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:46:16.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Of The Dragon 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yolvanyT93Q/Txw37Af7ozI/AAAAAAAAAps/LqaGak7suEA/s1600/dragons%2B2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yolvanyT93Q/Txw37Af7ozI/AAAAAAAAAps/LqaGak7suEA/s320/dragons%2B2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700492715229946674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wishing everyone a Happy and Prosperous Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching a Chinese New year countdown program on tv earlier. There was this feng shui segment in that program. Never believed in this sort of thing and always felt that they were talking crap. But, this time around, found what the feng shui master said to be quite true. He said that my chinese zodiac would have issues with women, which I find really true and accurate. He said that I should be wary of females, be it superiors, peers, in short should avoid women and stick more to guys. He added that my chinese zodiac would have troubles with female bosses, in that the bosses would be backstabbing(Very accurate), trying to be rid of people under my chinese zodiac (very true) and making those under these sign scapegoats (very true).Now this is getting creepy. Already experienced that before the dragon make an entrance. He also added that those under this sign should be wary of female peers as well as they would be rumour mongers and backstabbers. Experienced that too. Since I have experienced this, perhaps my year would be smooth sailing from now onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but it seems that I have always been the target of females. Well, not in a good way. 'Women, why you all no nice to me?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8888205346074707202?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8888205346074707202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8888205346074707202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8888205346074707202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8888205346074707202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-of-dragon-2012.html' title='Year Of The Dragon 2012'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yolvanyT93Q/Txw37Af7ozI/AAAAAAAAAps/LqaGak7suEA/s72-c/dragons%2B2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4354870095733770124</id><published>2012-01-13T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:02:00.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First few weeks of 2012</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, while I was getting ready to go out for lunch, I accidentally slashed my left foot with my right high heel. It hurt so badly. Thought that the pain would subside, but nooooooo it didn't. It got more painful and blood was starting to ooze a little from the slashed wound. I wanted to put a plaster on it but couldn't think of which direction to bandage the cut. It is sooooooo long that I think I need a box of plaster to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slash. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2NC_WeSVcw/TxBFqyNVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RCUC_L5OiLM/s1600/Slashed%2Bfoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2NC_WeSVcw/TxBFqyNVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RCUC_L5OiLM/s320/Slashed%2Bfoot2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697130129958184818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aY07Q3XAqq0/TxBFq5jXEfI/AAAAAAAAAow/51gaKl81iic/s1600/Slashed%2Bfoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aY07Q3XAqq0/TxBFq5jXEfI/AAAAAAAAAow/51gaKl81iic/s320/Slashed%2Bfoot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697130131929633266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my lazered wound started to show signs of infection. Pus oozed from the wound. It's really gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4TFhAKp4N4/TxBFrQUp4HI/AAAAAAAAApU/DlbrYpfnHXA/s1600/lazered%2Bpuss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4TFhAKp4N4/TxBFrQUp4HI/AAAAAAAAApU/DlbrYpfnHXA/s320/lazered%2Bpuss2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697130138041966706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26ubCv5N4Kk/TxBFrGNJYqI/AAAAAAAAApI/-TAOTGVM5Ts/s1600/lazered%2Bpuss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26ubCv5N4Kk/TxBFrGNJYqI/AAAAAAAAApI/-TAOTGVM5Ts/s320/lazered%2Bpuss1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697130135326122658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to bandage the lazered spot, the back of my finger had bad sores. Pus again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPw5Mn79Ji8/TxBFrlscbyI/AAAAAAAAApg/lqDNMzKAB6I/s1600/lazered%2Bpuss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPw5Mn79Ji8/TxBFrlscbyI/AAAAAAAAApg/lqDNMzKAB6I/s320/lazered%2Bpuss3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697130143778893602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks of 2012 have been really anal. New role was a real pain, had to work through the weekend, was forced to swallow bad review because there was no other scapegoat and I appear to be the rightful candidate. Office politics, worse than tsunami and earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that today's Friday the 13th. Never believed in the myth but I do now. Evaporate anal people. May you be hit by natural disasters. Assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4354870095733770124?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4354870095733770124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4354870095733770124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4354870095733770124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4354870095733770124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-few-weeks-of-2012.html' title='First few weeks of 2012'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2NC_WeSVcw/TxBFqyNVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAo4/RCUC_L5OiLM/s72-c/Slashed%2Bfoot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8399731360717779578</id><published>2012-01-01T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:16:23.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 JANUARY 2012</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2012. Happy New Year. It was a very warm (referring to the weather) New Year's Eve yesterday. Aaahhh time really flies. Everyone everywhere were making a big hoo haa over the New Year approaching. Before you know it, it's the New Year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much on the last day of 2011. Just had dinner and adjourned to catch the fireworks outside my cousin's place. The fireworks display at Desa Parkcity. The photos were taken on the sidewalk. There were more but I couldn't catch them in time. Didn't know what the next design would be. Should have turn on the video mode but feared the battery would run out. There were heart shaped fireworks and rain like ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oj6XnVVg/TwBT4KoMF6I/AAAAAAAAAok/WxB8_cMCdZU/s1600/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B1%2B2011-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oj6XnVVg/TwBT4KoMF6I/AAAAAAAAAok/WxB8_cMCdZU/s320/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B1%2B2011-2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692642153387005858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuUoOQbCWSc/TwBT396yX7I/AAAAAAAAAoU/kFVQUVNq7Uk/s1600/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B2%2B2011-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuUoOQbCWSc/TwBT396yX7I/AAAAAAAAAoU/kFVQUVNq7Uk/s320/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B2%2B2011-2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692642149975351218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwNIKNKk1UE/TwBT3oirRoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4OM0nQQDnb8/s1600/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B3%2B2011-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwNIKNKk1UE/TwBT3oirRoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4OM0nQQDnb8/s320/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B3%2B2011-2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692642144237078146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zATe0GK41z0/TwBT3nxHbbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xYM9AjVexPQ/s1600/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B4%2BDPC%2B2011-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zATe0GK41z0/TwBT3nxHbbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xYM9AjVexPQ/s320/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B4%2BDPC%2B2011-2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692642144029207986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2012 be a great year. Officially assuming the new role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8399731360717779578?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8399731360717779578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8399731360717779578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8399731360717779578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8399731360717779578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-january-2011.html' title='1 JANUARY 2012'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pz0oj6XnVVg/TwBT4KoMF6I/AAAAAAAAAok/WxB8_cMCdZU/s72-c/New%2BYear%2BDPC%2B1%2B2011-2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2701486721499688964</id><published>2011-12-31T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:58:23.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap on 2011</title><content type='html'>In about 8 and a half hours, we'll be bidding farewell to 2011. This year has certainly passed by real quickly. It seems not too long ago it was only January. Seems that the fast forward button had been hit for 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, 2011 had been a rather good year. I had done things I never had the courage to do. Started a new chapter in life. Stepped out from my comfort zone. Met new people. Some good some bad. Reconnected with some from the past. Have new responsibilities and commitments. Being "idolised". Changed my hairstyle (back to the style I had for most of my childhood). Hairstyle being imitated. Participated in activities that I would never volunteer myself for (not by choice). Being forced into something without my consent (might be for the better or worse, yet to know. Will only find out sometime in 2012). Albeit having several setbacks. Overall it has been rather fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, thank you for the good times and please bring along with you the bad and rotten ones. May 2012 be a better one. Farewell 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2701486721499688964?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2701486721499688964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2701486721499688964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2701486721499688964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2701486721499688964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/12/recap-on-2011.html' title='Recap on 2011'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7445306419104372458</id><published>2011-12-17T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T06:50:20.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazered</title><content type='html'>The past few days had been really exhausting. I traveled all the way home. Had a horrible coach ride. Almost puked during the journey. My entire face went numb from the nausea. Thankfully I managed to prevent myself from vomiting. I didn't managed to get any rest the moment I reached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the same. I was woken by the very impatient father early in the morning and have been on the road the entire day. Spent the entire afternoon running from hospital to hospital looking for a skin specialist. I ended up at a skin specialist clinic. Waited the entire afternoon for my turn. It was really annoying. Spent 3-4 hours waiting in line only to have a less than 10 minutes consultation. I finally had the "lump" removed from my middle finger. The doctor looked at it for a while, looked bewildered then said "I'll laser it off now". He then injected my finger with anesthetic. That jab hurts. I yelped and he gave me a weird reaction (he made it seemed as though he was frightened by my yelp, and pulled the needle away). I was then told to lie down. He rang the bell and in came several nurses. One of them covered my eyes with damp gauze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was telling the nurse "There's gong to be a lot of blood". Panic attack. I then felt the doctor rub something gel like on my finger. He then said "Ok, it's done". The nurse then applied some medicine on the wound and plastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound still hurts and looks kinda gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7445306419104372458?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7445306419104372458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7445306419104372458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7445306419104372458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7445306419104372458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/12/lazered.html' title='Lazered'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3803681384773136409</id><published>2011-12-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:21:20.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Bags</title><content type='html'>*The Bags that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAv_MnUB2uM/TuxqTrPAOtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/87kClqj0FVo/s1600/Coach%2BChelsea%2BSatchel%2Bsilver%2BRM1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAv_MnUB2uM/TuxqTrPAOtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/87kClqj0FVo/s320/Coach%2BChelsea%2BSatchel%2Bsilver%2BRM1050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687037315717806802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coach Chelsea Satchel Silver RM 1050&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LWd6XeCiQw/TuxqRGJAqZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/keMVwxbBH4k/s1600/Coach-new-chelsea-signature-satchel%2Bbrown-5-580x580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LWd6XeCiQw/TuxqRGJAqZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/keMVwxbBH4k/s320/Coach-new-chelsea-signature-satchel%2Bbrown-5-580x580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687037271400819090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coach Chelsea Satchel Brown RM 1050&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-veeh9Na1o/TuxqTswec4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/JfQQ38ZjHxo/s1600/Coach-Madison-Leather-Sophia-Satchel---Bone-15960_261_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-veeh9Na1o/TuxqTswec4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/JfQQ38ZjHxo/s320/Coach-Madison-Leather-Sophia-Satchel---Bone-15960_261_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687037316126634882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coach Madison Leather Sophia Satchel (Camel) Rm 18xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bag that you mentioned.Not too sure of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ1yMCUV7uI/Tuxsngn0YKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/XljrMSEgFfE/s1600/Coach%2Bkirstin%2BOp%2BArt%2BSateen%2BHobo%2BRM15xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ1yMCUV7uI/Tuxsngn0YKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/XljrMSEgFfE/s320/Coach%2Bkirstin%2BOp%2BArt%2BSateen%2BHobo%2BRM15xx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687039855489736866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kirstin Op Art Sateen hobo RM 15xx (This is not nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Coach bags on offer on Reebonz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2f4YQoc8xI/TutgPUv-HsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ItCUF5kFHes/s1600/Coach%2BSignature%2BCarly%2BRM1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2f4YQoc8xI/TutgPUv-HsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ItCUF5kFHes/s320/Coach%2BSignature%2BCarly%2BRM1265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744770869599938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Signature Carly RM 1265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YF6jZfoZnU/TutgPhcRVMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/k2iuMdVBjOQ/s1600/Coach%2BSignature%2BDuffle%2Bbag%2BRM831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YF6jZfoZnU/TutgPhcRVMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/k2iuMdVBjOQ/s320/Coach%2BSignature%2BDuffle%2Bbag%2BRM831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744774276633794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Signature Duffle RM 831&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZK3btLD6Wo/TutgCrQPElI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XwPnViO7yx0/s1600/Coach%2BPoppy%2BSignature%2BSateen%2BLurex%2Bhobo%2BRM1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZK3btLD6Wo/TutgCrQPElI/AAAAAAAAAmg/XwPnViO7yx0/s320/Coach%2BPoppy%2BSignature%2BSateen%2BLurex%2Bhobo%2BRM1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744553572209234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Poppy ignature Sateen Lurex Hobo RM 1110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNEb7CT0aEw/TutgCfOCg8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cBywzJ06VwA/s1600/Coach%2BPenelope%2BLeather%2BShoulder%2Bbag%2BRM987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNEb7CT0aEw/TutgCfOCg8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cBywzJ06VwA/s320/Coach%2BPenelope%2BLeather%2BShoulder%2Bbag%2BRM987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744550341772226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Penelope Leather Shoulder Bag RM 987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lz-99OANkXo/TutgCKugMzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vPq6b-f-J5A/s1600/Coach%2BMadison%2BOp%2BArt%2BShantung%2B%2BSophia%2BSateen%2BRM1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lz-99OANkXo/TutgCKugMzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vPq6b-f-J5A/s320/Coach%2BMadison%2BOp%2BArt%2BShantung%2B%2BSophia%2BSateen%2BRM1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744544840790834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Madison Op Art shantung Sophia Sateen RM 1110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KVv63hWI0k/TutgB7rxDhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ahbwvqlrsEg/s1600/Coach%2BMadison%2BGraphic%2BOp%2BArt%2BSophia%2BSatchel%2BRM1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KVv63hWI0k/TutgB7rxDhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ahbwvqlrsEg/s320/Coach%2BMadison%2BGraphic%2BOp%2BArt%2BSophia%2BSatchel%2BRM1388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744540802780690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Madison Graphic Op Art Sophia Satchel RM 1388&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bac5DUepwnE/TutgCqprAjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kPJRD_bE7ck/s1600/Coach%2BSignature%2BCarly%2B%2Bbrown%2BRM1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bac5DUepwnE/TutgCqprAjI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kPJRD_bE7ck/s320/Coach%2BSignature%2BCarly%2B%2Bbrown%2BRM1265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744553410462258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Signature Carly Brown RM 1265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyG1pD2_kXQ/TutfpzN1QiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JKjQBSEMqgk/s1600/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BSophia%2Bsatchel%2BRM2222%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyG1pD2_kXQ/TutfpzN1QiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/JKjQBSEMqgk/s320/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BSophia%2Bsatchel%2BRM2222%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744126212882978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Madison Gathered Sophia Satchel RM 2222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiqVB-IekAM/Tutfpj3vuTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TdMDeMOZ2u8/s1600/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BLeather%2BSmall%2Bbag%2BRM1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiqVB-IekAM/Tutfpj3vuTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TdMDeMOZ2u8/s320/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BLeather%2BSmall%2Bbag%2BRM1388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744122093713714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Madison Gathered Leather Small bag RM 1388&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dv4DKnqAzw/TutfpXS4QHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1Edt3eStaaA/s1600/Coach%2BLeather%2BCarly%2BRM1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dv4DKnqAzw/TutfpXS4QHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/1Edt3eStaaA/s320/Coach%2BLeather%2BCarly%2BRM1666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744118717857906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Leather Carly RM 1666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrYozqJu1nQ/TutfpeTA_fI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OLLZRpqcOI0/s1600/Coach%2BChelsea%2BLeather%2BReese%2BSatchel%2BRM1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrYozqJu1nQ/TutfpeTA_fI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OLLZRpqcOI0/s320/Coach%2BChelsea%2BLeather%2BReese%2BSatchel%2BRM1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744120597478898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Chelsea Leather Reese Satchel RM 1110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ol0IOiJTEoU/TutfqGiadNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/akBzvL4Q1Hw/s1600/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BSophia%2BSatchel%2BRM2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ol0IOiJTEoU/TutfqGiadNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/akBzvL4Q1Hw/s320/Coach%2BMadison%2BGathered%2BSophia%2BSatchel%2BRM2222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686744131399480530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Madison Gathered Sophia Satchel RM 2222&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3803681384773136409?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3803681384773136409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3803681384773136409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3803681384773136409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3803681384773136409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/12/coach-bags.html' title='Coach Bags'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAv_MnUB2uM/TuxqTrPAOtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/87kClqj0FVo/s72-c/Coach%2BChelsea%2BSatchel%2Bsilver%2BRM1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2466196842300334290</id><published>2011-12-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:56:41.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Plan</title><content type='html'>Have to bid my leave plan goodbye. After saving my leave up for the long deserved break as well as my maiden voyange home (haven't been home in half a year), I had to cancel it. "Y U SO UNFAIR TO ME?" "Y U LOVE TO TORTURE ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Place emphasis on chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Home" Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky, I know&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wanna come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let me go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As usual lyris googled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2466196842300334290?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2466196842300334290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2466196842300334290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2466196842300334290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2466196842300334290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/12/bye-bye-plan.html' title='Bye Bye Plan'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7539712266065648347</id><published>2011-12-07T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:14:42.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits</title><content type='html'>As part of the Employee Wellness Program, my company gave us fruits today. Since I haven't posted any photos in the longest time, I took some photos of the fruits (jakun mode on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packet contains a chinese pear and several tangerines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y77-TTsVWbM/Tt9Z-3AaqlI/AAAAAAAAAks/6kNBrV4bVd8/s1600/fruits3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y77-TTsVWbM/Tt9Z-3AaqlI/AAAAAAAAAks/6kNBrV4bVd8/s320/fruits3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683360191217314386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_ztRn6t_k/Tt9Z-sHg5MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HYNhskU155o/s1600/fruits2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dR_ztRn6t_k/Tt9Z-sHg5MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HYNhskU155o/s320/fruits2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683360188294292674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeaDip0wz7w/Tt9Z-lXdazI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6HG_RGixy8k/s1600/fruits1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeaDip0wz7w/Tt9Z-lXdazI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6HG_RGixy8k/s320/fruits1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683360186482125618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRPHykt8OTA/Tt9Z_dKYURI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4X-N5dCwDLw/s1600/fruits4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YRPHykt8OTA/Tt9Z_dKYURI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4X-N5dCwDLw/s320/fruits4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683360201459650834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my BMI done today. It was rather embarassing. There were several cameramen taking photos and video when our BMI was taken. Jacobs please don't publish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company has also arranged for all employees to get the influenza vaccination a few days before the fruits distribution. The doctor that gave us the jab was rather a clown. After giving me the injection, he was supposed to cover the jab area with a plaster. Instead, he placed the plaster above the jab area. And yes the wound does hurt. When I peeled the sticky plaster off, I almost teared and was whimpering. Not only from the pain but also from the 'hair' that was peeled off along with the plaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7539712266065648347?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7539712266065648347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7539712266065648347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7539712266065648347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7539712266065648347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/12/fruits.html' title='Fruits'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y77-TTsVWbM/Tt9Z-3AaqlI/AAAAAAAAAks/6kNBrV4bVd8/s72-c/fruits3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8195311412072489139</id><published>2011-11-28T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:23:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides of a Coin</title><content type='html'>There is something that has really been bothering me. It is not something that I am fond of or want to do. But then again, it is not that I have much choice. It was practically shoved down my throat. I do not have much choice but to reluctantly accept this. I was told to just accept this as a challenge. Like I have a choice anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me the clueless sheep vs. the numerous expert taichi masters. I am definitely the sacrificial offering. I was initally fine with the whole idea until I found out the number of people exiting. If they can't handle it, what makes me think I can? Why do you always make my life difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, on the bright side, it might be the catalyst to a promotion. Staying put in a location that is filled with ancient rocks that has not changed for a while will not get me anywhere near the pinacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sings along to "I Have Confidence- Sound Of Music"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this day be like?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What will my future be?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;It could be so exciting&lt;br /&gt;To be out in the world&lt;br /&gt;To be free&lt;br /&gt;My heart should be wildly rejoicing&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats the matter with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always longed for adventure&lt;br /&gt;To do the things I've never dared&lt;br /&gt;Now here i'm facing adventure&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I so scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain with seven children&lt;br /&gt;Whats so fearsome about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I must stop all these doubts&lt;br /&gt;All these worries&lt;br /&gt;If I don't i just know i'll turn back&lt;br /&gt;I must dream of the things I am seeking&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking the courage I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to serve them with reliance&lt;br /&gt;Face my mistakes without defiance&lt;br /&gt;Show them I'm worthy&lt;br /&gt;And while I show them&lt;br /&gt;I'll show me! So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them bring on all their problems&lt;br /&gt;I'll do better than my best&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence&lt;br /&gt;They'll put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make them see&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I will impress them&lt;br /&gt;I will be firm but kind&lt;br /&gt;And all those children&lt;br /&gt;Heaven bless them&lt;br /&gt;They will look up to me&lt;br /&gt;And mind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step I am more certain&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out fine&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence the world can all be mine&lt;br /&gt;They'll have to agree I have confidence in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in rain&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence that spring will come again&lt;br /&gt;Besides what you see I have confidence in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength doesn't lie in numbers&lt;br /&gt;Strength doesn't lie in wealth&lt;br /&gt;Strength lies in nights of peaceful slumber&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wake up! It's healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I trust&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to&lt;br /&gt;All I trust becomes my own&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence&lt;br /&gt;In confidence alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken:&lt;br /&gt;Oh help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence in confidence alone!&lt;br /&gt;Besides Which you see I have confidence&lt;br /&gt;In me!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lyrics googles. Not by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8195311412072489139?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8195311412072489139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8195311412072489139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8195311412072489139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8195311412072489139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-sides-of-coin.html' title='Two Sides of a Coin'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1750207818539465674</id><published>2011-11-25T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T04:18:03.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Scam 2</title><content type='html'>Received 2 SMS  a few days ago that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAHNIAH" Simcard anda Berjaya Memenagi RM 30000.00. "SHELL" M. BHD No. Siri: 881234&lt;br /&gt;Sila Call Office: 017-8913 335 Mohd Azlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: +0128115194&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't insult my intelligence. Do they seriously think that I would fall for that? Morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1750207818539465674?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1750207818539465674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1750207818539465674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1750207818539465674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1750207818539465674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/sms-scam-2.html' title='SMS Scam 2'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-882453666621745002</id><published>2011-11-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:49:10.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call</title><content type='html'>I almost got crushed by the lift doors today. All thanks to a uncivilised, anal bitch. As usual, we waited for the lift during lunch. When the lift doors open for the first lift, it was akin to a can of sardines. Hence we waited for another lift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for a while, the second lift finally arrived. Two of my friends stepped in. I was right behind them. When I was about to step in, the lift doors suddenly shut, almost crushing my fragile frame and face. My friend who was already in the lift quickly pressed the lift door open from the lift's side panel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in, they were whispering and shaking their heads. I found out from them that the lift doors did not go bonkers and shut itself so quickly. It was all because the girl inside the lift pressed the close button to prevent people from entering the lift. Luckily my friend was quick. Otherwise I would have been crushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a rude and selfish bitch. It is hard to comprehend how people can develop such preposterous behaviour. Wonder what's her rush to get back to the 18th floor? Did she needed to shit so badly that she has to forced the lift to go at lightning speed so that she won't shit her pants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-882453666621745002?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/882453666621745002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=882453666621745002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/882453666621745002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/882453666621745002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6706368852507157088</id><published>2011-11-20T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T05:03:58.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successor for Phone</title><content type='html'>I have been on the look out for a successor for my old faithful phone who has almost reached it's time to be reunited with Steve Jobs. I couldn't quite decide on which to choose. Partly because I am still pining for the iPhone5. Why does Apple have to take eons to launch the iPhone5? In need of a phone badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone5 has been rumored to look something like the photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdfntuMA450/TsjzQAG6I3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/P9lk3N_XFO8/s1600/iphone-5-rd-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdfntuMA450/TsjzQAG6I3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/P9lk3N_XFO8/s320/iphone-5-rd-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054786532942706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rz-Hv7Yqmo/Tsjy29DhRKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rK1hCNYHUnw/s1600/iphone5slim-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rz-Hv7Yqmo/Tsjy29DhRKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/rK1hCNYHUnw/s320/iphone5slim-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054356216693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm so into getting the iPhone. Not too sure if it's because of the brand, the hype or simply because I never had an iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other phones that I have been considering on getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTC Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzawNPHoizY/TsjzQG03AXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TkdBKEpNTdE/s1600/htc%2Brhyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzawNPHoizY/TsjzQG03AXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TkdBKEpNTdE/s320/htc%2Brhyme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054788336288114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Xjil0vV3F0/Tsj6cw51imI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PnGkLMDTtZk/s1600/htc%2Brhyme%2Bwith%2Baccessories.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Xjil0vV3F0/Tsj6cw51imI/AAAAAAAAAkE/PnGkLMDTtZk/s320/htc%2Brhyme%2Bwith%2Baccessories.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677062702371277410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's appealing about HTC Rhyme is the accessories that comes with the phone. Apart from that the purple colour makes it kinda unique, namely because other smart phone are either black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTC Sensation XL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgH6nwx4kdk/Tsjy3a1Nz0I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MUzy3_kghXI/s1600/htc%2Bsensation%2Bxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgH6nwx4kdk/Tsjy3a1Nz0I/AAAAAAAAAjU/MUzy3_kghXI/s320/htc%2Bsensation%2Bxl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054364209762114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to arrive on our shore. It is said to be the enlarged version of Sensation XE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Galaxy S2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gCJwT5hM2w/Tsjy3KbVRXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YKGPn0IO3h0/s1600/samsung%2Bgalaxy%2Bs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gCJwT5hM2w/Tsjy3KbVRXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YKGPn0IO3h0/s320/samsung%2Bgalaxy%2Bs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054359806231922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most about Galaxy S2 is it's sharp display and swipe function for it's keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTC Sensation XE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXPEDsqMj-g/Tsjy3xnG-hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/D5biuhvUFIc/s1600/htc%2Bsensation%2Bxe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXPEDsqMj-g/Tsjy3xnG-hI/AAAAAAAAAjg/D5biuhvUFIc/s320/htc%2Bsensation%2Bxe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677054370324609554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing about Sensation XE is the 3D effect when changing between pages. Not too sure what that's called. I'm so backward. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? Should I wait for iPhone5? It's said to be launched in the Summer of 2012. Doubt old faithful can last that long. Should I just get the other phones while waiting for the iPhone5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6706368852507157088?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6706368852507157088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6706368852507157088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6706368852507157088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6706368852507157088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/successor-for-phone.html' title='Successor for Phone'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdfntuMA450/TsjzQAG6I3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/P9lk3N_XFO8/s72-c/iphone-5-rd-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1081229752400666011</id><published>2011-11-11T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:11:01.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>Today is the eleventh of November 2011 a.k.a. 11.11.11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At precisely 11.11 am, on the 11.11.11, the following will take place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) people registering their marriage&lt;br /&gt;2) wedding ceremony takes place&lt;br /&gt;3) babies are born or forced out&lt;br /&gt;4) people with too much free time in hand will tweet, post on Facebook, or other social media that it's the 11.11.11 today&lt;br /&gt;5) groundbreaking ceremonies will take place&lt;br /&gt;6) opening ceremonies will take place&lt;br /&gt;7) some still sound asleep at that time&lt;br /&gt;8) people too busy in the office to notice that it's the 11 of November 2011 and it's 11.11 am.&lt;br /&gt;9) those madly in love will call each other to profess their eternal love (they might not get through if both call at the exact same time)&lt;br /&gt;10) people busy eating or thinking about eating&lt;br /&gt;11) people will take the day off to celebrate (there's always reason to celebrate whatever the reason is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you miss out on the above activities for the morning session, don't worry. You can always do them at precisely 11.11pm. on 11.11.11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you can do the same on 12.12.12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at the time the entry was written, no UFO was spotted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1081229752400666011?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1081229752400666011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1081229752400666011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1081229752400666011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1081229752400666011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3815697466802214873</id><published>2011-11-08T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:50:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>I am down with food poisoning. It's been really horrible. I vommitted and purged. The purging was really beyond my control. Purged shit water (don't know what it's called).The vommitting was worse. Prior to the vommit, it was hell. I couldn't sit, nor lie down. Standing up was worse as I was dizzy. The worse part was that both the vommit and purging wanted to race to see who emerge first. Didn't know wheter to sit and poop or to stand to vomit. This took place throughout the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After don't know how many rounds of purging and vommiting, I couldn't handle it anymore. I went to the clinic. I waited in line for almost an hour in the clinic before it was my turn to see the doctor. After relaying my symptoms to the doctor, I was told to lie down for further examination. He then pressed hard on two parts of my stomach and asked whether they hurt. When he pressed hard on my "abdomen" (again I'm unsure what it's called), I almost vommitted. He then checked my temperature and recorded that I do have fever. The doctor says that it's normal to have fever when we have food poisoning as it is our's body's way of killing the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the consultaion, I had to wait another god knows how many minutes before it was my turn to collect my medication from the dispensary. My fever rose and I felt really sick. Throughout the day I was down with fever. I didn't have a proper meal as I could hardly eat. Just kept getting up for medication then back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3815697466802214873?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3815697466802214873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3815697466802214873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3815697466802214873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3815697466802214873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/11/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6935462731923880414</id><published>2011-10-22T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:26:55.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rappelling</title><content type='html'>Attended my company's team building yesterday. It was held in some remote, secluded resort far from civilization. The bus ride itself took more than an hour. It would have been faster had the bus driver took a shorter route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the resort, we were served with a breakfast buffet. Then after, we were ushered into a ballroom for a talk. The talk was rather interesting with quite a number of dirty jokes thrown in here and there. Right after the talk were were told to enter the ballroom next door. There, we were given a warming up session. It was pretty much like playing Simon says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the warming up session, we were divided into groups and directed to smaller "discussion rooms". We were then divided into subgroups and were told to create our team flag, team name, war cry,and etc. Then it was followed by lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch our outdoor activities began. My group was assigned to repelling or abseiling. We were given a short briefing followed by a demonstration of what were had to do. In 2 leaps, the instructor had reached the ground from 5 storeys. Panic started to sink in after the demonstration. A girl stated crying when we were told to start. Our team was the last to go, so we sat there and watch as the other 2 teams leap off the wall. The longer we waited, the more we start to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, our group instructor for the day told my team to gather for a group photo. We obliged and gathered nearby for the photo.Then we loitered around waiting for out turn to get up there. Our turn soon arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to put on the rappelling gear,my team mates said "The equipment doesn't fit. You're too thin". Then several team mates started to tug the belting to tighten the harness to my butt. The instructor then placed the helmet on my head. We then climbed  up 5-storeys through a dark and narrow stairway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came my turn, the instructor on the top fasten the rope to the harness on my waist. He then told me to step out the window onto a thin and narrow metal platform. He told me to get into the sitting position and hold on to the rope. With one hand on the top of the rope and the other on the part near my waist, I was told to start. The instructor said to me before I stepped off the platform "Don't worry, the equipment is heavier than you". That made me laughed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then stepped off the platform. Then I kicked the wall and let go of the rope. Trust me, it is not as easy as it looks. The instructor on the ground instructed me to kick the wall. And so I did as I was told. The first kick wasn't too bad. When I returned to the wall, it started to get harder as I only had the rope as support. Not being trained for abseiling and this being my maiden attempt, it was seriously tough. The subsequent wall kicks got harder. I did a light kick and got lower. But the instructor wasn't satisfied and told me to kick harder with both legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kicked the wall with both legs, I spun around in mid air. That was quite scary as I couldn't get back to the wall. Apart from that I wasn't told whether to let go of the rope when I kick, or to let go of it after I kick. I was just simply kicking and releasing the rope from my grip. After heaven knows how many kicks, I heard the instructor on the ground say " Let go of the rope now. I have control". So I did as instructed. And was lowered to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rappelling, we were to do a treasure hunt. Our team grabbed our bags and was heading to the other side when our team leader asked "Where's our flag?" All of us looked at each other as we had no clue who was the last person to hold the flag. We were too engrossed in the rappelling that we forgot about our team flag. We then searched for our flag but it was no where to be found. Our team lead then said that it's ok. So we proceeded with the treasure hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we could even start, it started to pour. It rained so heavily that we had no other choice but to seek shelter in the resort. Since it was raining so heavily, we were told to proceed with tea and the treasure hunt will proceed after the rain stops. But the rain did not stop. In fact it rained harder. We waited and waited for the rain to stop and finally the treasure hunt was called off. We were then told to proceed to the porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the porch, the winners for the best of each of the four groups were announced. Our team emerged as the winner for the red team. We were ecstatic but at the same time perplexed as how we won given that we lost out team flag. When our team lead came back, he said we most probably won for our co-operation during the rappelling session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were given certificates for our participation. However, we were not given our own certificates. We were given other people's certificate and we were told to search for our own cert from the other party that has our cert. When we find the person holding our cert, we are to shake their hand and give them a hug. We were then told to return the flag poles (the broom stick). Our team started to worry as we lost our flag. Then one of the instructors took out our flag from his pouch. We suspected it was him but he pretended not to know when we asked about our flag earlier when we discovered it went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team building session ended after a photo session. We adjourned and boarded our respective coaches. By then it started to rain again. Our hour long journey became over 2 hours long due to the heavy downpour and bad traffic congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aching all over when I reached the office concourse. The ache got worse today. It only ached near my butt area yesterday. But today my torso area hurt too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6935462731923880414?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6935462731923880414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6935462731923880414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6935462731923880414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6935462731923880414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/10/reppelling.html' title='Rappelling'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6411202541180691843</id><published>2011-10-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:06:32.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Apples</title><content type='html'>The world has been changed by 3 apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first apple was the apple in the Garden Of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The second apple was the apple that fell on Newton's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The third apple is one helluva apple that has transformed our lives. That is Apple founded by the late Steve Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three apples have reamarkable impact on our lives. And all three founders are reunited in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance Steve Jobs 1955-2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Heard this on a chinese program and couldn't agree more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6411202541180691843?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6411202541180691843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6411202541180691843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6411202541180691843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6411202541180691843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-apples.html' title='3 Apples'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7033281529696602056</id><published>2011-09-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:39:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger Pangs</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I have been constantly hungry. I do not know what has gotten into me or what is wrong with my stomach. Perhaps it is due to the long hours in the office with the arctic like temperature throughout the day. On top of that,probably the food that I consume lacks nutrition. Or I am simply turning into a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7033281529696602056?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7033281529696602056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7033281529696602056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7033281529696602056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7033281529696602056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunger-pangs.html' title='Hunger Pangs'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6411019055277398454</id><published>2011-09-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T03:32:09.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backache</title><content type='html'>My back's aching again. Darn...Guess I really need to get a handbag that is lighter. or perhaps leave the laptop behind (which is disallowed by the company). OOOOOOOOWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6411019055277398454?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6411019055277398454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6411019055277398454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6411019055277398454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6411019055277398454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/09/backache.html' title='Backache'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5813029381308120618</id><published>2011-09-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:53:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't Have</title><content type='html'>Aaarrgghh!!! Shouldn't have done it. Regret it the minute the stylist cut my hair. Now how am I to go to work on Monday? Oh man. Me and my big mouth. Should have said "No" regardless of what the stylist say. She chuckled the minute she cut my hair off. Look so dumb right now. Sigh. If only I could turn back time. Never mind. It's just hair. &lt;Whines&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 3 months till it grows. Maybe longer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5813029381308120618?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5813029381308120618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5813029381308120618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5813029381308120618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5813029381308120618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/09/shouldnt-have.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t Have'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-775614972485507858</id><published>2011-09-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:32:05.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Crazy Old Lady</title><content type='html'>It doesn't pay to be respectful to the elderly. Today happens to be crazy old folks day as I had several encounters with deranged old folks who throw tantarums over nothing. The first situation happened in the morning when I mentioned that my coffee wasn't hot and why wasn't the microwave being used. The old lady blew her lid because she disallow the use of the microwave because her son says that the wave is bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other baffling scenario took place at the mall today. I was following the leader of the troop while we were walking to the opposite side of the mall. Enroute to the shops at the opposte side, we were engulfed by this whole family from the opposite dircetion that was walking towards us. The entire family swarmed over us and squeezed in between us. Among them was a frail looking old lady that was walking haphazardly. Fearing that she might fall if we happen to accidentally brush, I stood still to let her walk pass. As she approached my side, she suddenly shoved me. I was stunned when shoved by her as I almost lost my balance. She then turned around and scolded me. Probably profanities. What an rude crazy old lady. This shows that it doesn't pay to respect old people. What a prepsoterous person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be the full moon today as crazy people tend to be crazy during the full moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-775614972485507858?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/775614972485507858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=775614972485507858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/775614972485507858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/775614972485507858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/09/rude-crazy-old-lady.html' title='Rude Crazy Old Lady'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4621389137715073427</id><published>2011-08-17T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:55:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TP Tantrums</title><content type='html'>My TP(office notebook) have been giving me a really hard time. It has been throwing tantrums and corrupting most of the files that I have painstakingly worked on. Then it decided to take it up a notch by blinking. Feeling frustrated that it always hangs and having my files corrupted, I had to call the Helpdesk. The Helpdesk helped me lodge a ticket and I was told to wait for a call from IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person from IT then called and I was instructed to bring it up to them. I was then greeted by this uncle who was supposed to assist me. Upon seeing me, he asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Are you from China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Your name is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this all the time. This is not the first time I have been asked about my nationality. I recalled when I went for the interview, the security lady at the reception asked me whether I'm Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. So I related my issues to the IT uncle. His response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Show me how it blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Thinks to self, how am I to demonstrate how the computer blinks when it doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him I can't. And his response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Next time when it blinks, take a photo and show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sweat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4621389137715073427?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4621389137715073427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4621389137715073427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4621389137715073427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4621389137715073427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/08/tp-tantrums.html' title='TP Tantrums'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5187055190927939540</id><published>2011-08-01T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T05:15:00.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung Galaxy S II or Iphone 5?</title><content type='html'>I'm caught in a dilemma. Should I get the Samsung Galaxy S II or wait for the Iphone 5? Have been scouting for a phone for quite some time now, but I have yet to decide which to get. Those phones that come with a less hefty price tag either has this or that but those that have the entire "package" comes with a hefty price tag. What should I do? Should I just get the Galaxy S II now or should I wait half a year for the iPhone 5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5187055190927939540?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5187055190927939540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5187055190927939540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5187055190927939540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5187055190927939540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/08/samsung-galaxy-s-ii-or-iphone-5.html' title='Samsung Galaxy S II or Iphone 5?'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-961113373701181553</id><published>2011-07-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:03:44.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Back</title><content type='html'>Wails!!!!!!!!!! My back is aching so badly. Mummy I need a back rub. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-961113373701181553?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/961113373701181553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=961113373701181553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/961113373701181553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/961113373701181553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my-back.html' title='Oh My Back'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8329669328566221197</id><published>2011-07-17T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:30:13.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes My Weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend was supposed to be the time to relax and unwind before heading back to work. I just have to fall sick during the weekend. Bummer. Really sucks. Had a migraine like headache on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up just in time to head out for lunch at Sakae Sushi. Took a stroll around the "mall" and ended up watching a bit of the breakdance competition going on.  Headed home after some grocery shopping. Headache got worse. Took Panadol and had a nap. Got up from my nap but headache still persistent. Went to the cinema to watch X-Men. The extreme cold and loud surround sound in the cinema, coupled with the junk food didn't help much with the headache. Felt worse after getting home from the movie. Note to self : Bad idea to watch a movie with a migraine. Took Panadol and went to bed after a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day feeling feverish and dizzy. After breakfast, took another panadol. Watch some show on the internet but couldn't continue due to feeling unwell. The dizziness still persists. Didn't have much choice but to pop another panadol and went back to bed after much effort to refrain from throwing up and getting over the fever. After about an hour or so of napping, got up for a slice of bread. No where feeling any better. Anyway it was an hour away from dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours after dinner, I am nowhere near the end to the dizziness pang. I don't want to be sick. Fever and dizziness and migraine, please go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8329669328566221197?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8329669328566221197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8329669328566221197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8329669328566221197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8329669328566221197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-goes-my-weekend.html' title='There Goes My Weekend'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2439472568545132181</id><published>2011-06-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:34:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EOL Phone</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my phone started showing signs of aging. Recently its health deteriorated drastically. The battery just wears off after the phone rings or if a text message is left unanswered for a while (as it keeps buzzing to inform that there's a message). Getting a phone has been a top priority recently, not to keep up with the trend but merely a necessity. However, it just seems impossible and out of reach to get a phone at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do hope to own a smart phone, it is not just as simple as walking into a shop and getting a phone. These days, it is the package that determines whether or not the phone is actually smart and not the phone functions that makes the phone smart per se. On top of that, there's concern regarding whether the iPhone5 will be debuting soon. You would really kick yourself in the head if you have gotten yourself an iphone4 and shortly after that the iphone5 is released.Dilemma. I'm desperately in need of a phone that doesn't die on me. Currently, I have to carry the charger around to keep it alive while I'm at work. Grunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone has reached it's EOL (end of life). It has been servicing me for the past 4-5 years. Yeah, I'm that obsolete when it comes to gadgets. Hotokajo (what do I do? in Korean). Sadly, even though I am a part of the workforce, I couldn't afford to get myself a decent phone. Sigh. I want to be a billionaire so freakin' bad. In need of a phone desperately. Oprah if you are reading this please help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2439472568545132181?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2439472568545132181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2439472568545132181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2439472568545132181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2439472568545132181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/06/eol-phone.html' title='EOL Phone'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2261768566788219750</id><published>2011-06-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:28:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Dummy?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I called the Helpdesk up to report on the mistake in my name. When the person from the Helpdesk answered,I was stunned by what she said. She asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpdesk: Are you dummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless for a moment. That's rather harsh now isn't it? It wasn't my fault that there was a mistake in my name to begin with. Then I thought to myself, well since I called the Helpdesk up, I suppose you can say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responding to my momentary silence, the Helpdesk girl asked "Are you familiar with ayudame?". My reply was,"No". She added, "Can I have access to your mouse?". I told her "Sure". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a name to call the aid program. Ayudame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2261768566788219750?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2261768566788219750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2261768566788219750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2261768566788219750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2261768566788219750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-dummy.html' title='Are You Dummy?'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3277824122194442301</id><published>2011-06-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:49:15.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>Counting down the hours to the end of a sabbatical. Twenty four hours to go. Farewell sabbatical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch a short interview of Jang Geun Suk on tv. However couldn't understand a word he said. The subtitles just have to be in Mandarin. Why can't they just have english subs? Rather happy though that as a consolation of being unable to attend the concert/fan meeting/show, I get to "see" him (through the screen). He has gained some weight though. Not as thin as he was in Mary Stayed Out All Night. Guess he was right about himself being the type that gains and loses weight easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3277824122194442301?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3277824122194442301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3277824122194442301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3277824122194442301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3277824122194442301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/06/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8071878306521261615</id><published>2011-06-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:07:04.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>Frowns. Deeply saddened that I couldn't attend Jang Guen Suk's first Cri Show in the county today. Sigh. I'm so near yet so far. In the same state but unable to be at the concert/fan meeting/show. Upset that I couldn't see him in person. Sigh. Wonder what he looks like in person? Wonder how tall he really is? So tempted to go to Seoul. Let Me Cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8071878306521261615?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8071878306521261615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8071878306521261615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8071878306521261615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8071878306521261615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5760227273762912294</id><published>2011-06-02T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T06:44:27.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puked</title><content type='html'>For the first time in almost a decade, I puked. I seldom puke but I don't know why I did. I supposed I shouldn't have eaten the spagetti given by the coach. The combination of spagetti and coffee and the glimpse of movie from the LCD screen in the bus must have been the cause of the motion sickness. Which ultimately lead to vomitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never puke even on the bumpiest ride but somehow I couldn't control the vomit this time around. I nearly puked on myself because I couldn't find a plastic bag in my bag. Then I remembered the plastic bag containng buns that my parents have bought for me for my journey. I quickly emptied the bag. Sure enough, not long after I got hold of the plastic bag, the vomit surged from my mouth. I was really embarassed by the whole episode. But thankfully I didn't vomit on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done puking, I headed down to the lower deck to discharge the aftermath as well as to ask for another plastic bag, just in case of a second round. But I was told by the coach steward that they do not have any. He quickly asked me whether I needed him to get the driver to pull over so that I could puke. I assured him that there's no need. Otherwise the entire bus' passengers will be cursing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel under the weather after the whole vomit episode. Groans. Why do I still smell vomit even after I have showered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5760227273762912294?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5760227273762912294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5760227273762912294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5760227273762912294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5760227273762912294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/06/puked.html' title='Puked'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4541970239728515453</id><published>2011-05-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:08:23.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say A Little Prayer</title><content type='html'>I can't describe my feelings at the moment. Sadness and fear all gubbled up. Everytime he coughs a little or when he looks tired, my heart is filled with fear. Everyday, I'll pray that he gets well. But I do not know whether my prayers are heard or whether I'm loud enough to be heard. Please say a little prayer for dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4541970239728515453?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4541970239728515453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4541970239728515453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4541970239728515453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4541970239728515453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-little-prayer.html' title='Say A Little Prayer'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-712048108777477251</id><published>2011-05-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:00:50.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Days</title><content type='html'>Had the most tiring and stressful time the past few weeks. Finally I can take a little breather and not worry about what the outcome will be. Whatever will be, will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-712048108777477251?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/712048108777477251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=712048108777477251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/712048108777477251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/712048108777477251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-days.html' title='May Days'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1631767292705600453</id><published>2011-04-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:10:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merge</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, while watching videos on Youtube, I stumbled upon a video of a drama starring Jang Geun Suk. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it and watched him "die" in episode 9. (So sad the hero died so early). The next day, I was randomly clicking again and stumbled upon videos of the show. After watching a video and reading the description, I was a little confused. Didn't the actor "die" in episode 9? Is he playing multiple roles in the show? Why is he alive in episodes 12-24? As my curiosity peaked, I did a quick search and realised why Jang Guen Suk's character miraculously came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Well,the fans were really upset with the storyline. They didn't like the fact that their idol died so early in the show. So the story was rewritten to give his character a life extension. He was back as someone else in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm a genius. Upon seeing the video, my mind did some mental merging without the need of editing equipment. The truth was the second show was mistaken for the first show as they have similar titles and both are period dramas. Mistook Hong Gil Dong for Hwang Jin Yi. Both start with H and stars the same actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1631767292705600453?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1631767292705600453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1631767292705600453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1631767292705600453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1631767292705600453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/04/merge.html' title='Merge'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1626056606311452910</id><published>2011-04-27T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:09:01.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>250th Post</title><content type='html'>Heard really upsetting news today. Something that I wish the wind would blow away or perhaps it was misheard after all. Hoping for the best. Life's so full of shit. Randomly clicked on website and came across horoscope reading. Could agree more with its accuracy. "Emotional stress and troubles usually cause Cancerians stomach troubles and this can be made worse by eating the wrong foods. Make sure that you visit your dentist and have your eyes checked yearly as you are prone to weakness of vision and tooth enamel. It’s important to see to your own problems before you take on everyone else’s as it is extra baggage which you don’t really need in the coming weeks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1626056606311452910?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1626056606311452910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1626056606311452910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1626056606311452910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1626056606311452910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/04/250th-post.html' title='250th Post'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-819573955999159580</id><published>2011-04-24T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:08:47.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Question</title><content type='html'>Four days ago, after dinner at a restaurant, my relatives decided to have dessert at another restaurant within the same vacinity. We settled for a quaint restaurant that they spotted en route to dinner. As the restaurant was small and there wasn't a table that could fit 11 people, we opted for the outside table. For some reason, everything about that particular restaurant was small, including the tables. We had to joined six tables together in order to fit the 11 of us. As my relatives live abroad, they have a fondness for local dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing his durian "roll", my nephew was still craving for something else. He decided to order Bubur Cha Cha. However, the waiters were not looking our direction. Hence his father told him to walk into the shop to place the order in BM. Having lived abroad since small, he does not know how to speak BM.  So his father taught him a line on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Father: Tell the waiter "Bubur Cha Cha satu mangkuk" (which means ones bowl of bubur cha cha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew: (repeats after dad) (walks in to place his order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came out from the shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Father: How did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew: I ordered in BM and she replied in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Father: &lt;laughs&gt; What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew: She asked me which table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Father: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Father: That was a strange question. We're the only table here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece: Which table number did you choose? Table 16,17,18,19,20,21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*None of us realised that the waitress' question was peculiar until my Nephew's father poited it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-819573955999159580?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/819573955999159580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=819573955999159580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/819573955999159580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/819573955999159580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange-question.html' title='Strange Question'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5618287050373137806</id><published>2011-04-08T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:31:42.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>The End Of Something</title><content type='html'>Even though the outcome was anticipated, deep down inside, there was a hopeful feeling, that it isn't so. The meaning finally sunk in after seeing it in tangible form. Albeit knowing that it would turn out this way, the feeling of disappointment is inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5618287050373137806?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5618287050373137806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5618287050373137806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5618287050373137806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5618287050373137806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-something.html' title='The End Of Something'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5828951124010726123</id><published>2011-04-05T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T05:46:24.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Delivery Order</title><content type='html'>One afternoon, a hungry girl decided to order pizza. She picked up the phone and called C Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza: Good afternoon C Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I would like to order a regular Chicken Fajitas and Quattro (4 Cheese) pizza regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza: One regular Chicken Fajitas and one quattro. Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza: What is your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: 8..8..5(incorrect number)..no. 3..8..7..2..300 (additional zero. Turned 8 digit phone number into 9 digit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: No...only one zero. Giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;embarrassed&gt; (repeats phone number) 88386230&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza: Address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Err...(Thinks about house number) 86 (name of road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza: Ok. That will be $32.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pizza hangs up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5828951124010726123?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5828951124010726123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5828951124010726123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5828951124010726123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5828951124010726123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/04/pizza-delivery-order.html' title='Pizza Delivery Order'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6271922766317425658</id><published>2011-03-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:04:28.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Peddlar</title><content type='html'>I received a SMS on 26 March 2011 at 7.49p.m. from an unidentified number 0142902875 that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY HOT &amp; SEXY JAPAN &amp; KOREAN MODEL GIRLS! XXX PHOTO &amp; VIDEO. MUST SEE! (WAH SHIOK! video sexy jepun model yang memakai bikini) Open link http://hotsxjapgirls.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn Peddlars have really exhaust all means to push their products these days. But why send it to my number? I am a girl. How would that interest me in anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a friend of mine: "Why do you need porn pics when you can look at yourself everyday?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6271922766317425658?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6271922766317425658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6271922766317425658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6271922766317425658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6271922766317425658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/03/porn-peddlar.html' title='Porn Peddlar'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7046796201485889027</id><published>2011-03-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T06:29:04.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><title type='text'>Heart Of Gold</title><content type='html'>On 11 March 2011, Japan was struck by devastating earthquakes and tsunami. Seeing visual images of the earthquake, deathly tsunami waves that swept away vehicles and buildings, and whirlpool on the news was frightening, shocking and disheartening. Watching the wrath of nature and the aftermath brought back memories of the tsunami that hit South East Asia on the 26 December 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like these that we see the different sides of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen the many sides of Jang Geun Suk and couldn't agree more that he's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUy-BVVssAY/TYIL3EWbfeI/AAAAAAAAAik/hld8BlVhOcU/s1600/jgs%2Bmsg%2Bjapan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUy-BVVssAY/TYIL3EWbfeI/AAAAAAAAAik/hld8BlVhOcU/s320/jgs%2Bmsg%2Bjapan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585039528581365218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adorable Jang Geun Suk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Geun Suk's look as Kang Mu Kyul in Marry Me Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLpYAdcB7KQ/TYBybL8HCtI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NRqbEE_7-UY/s1600/jgs%2Bguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLpYAdcB7KQ/TYBybL8HCtI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NRqbEE_7-UY/s320/jgs%2Bguitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589349326359250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His playful side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRYjaIkISK0/TYByPoJvDKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KAoDJXI7XHY/s1600/jgs%2Bfork2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRYjaIkISK0/TYByPoJvDKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KAoDJXI7XHY/s320/jgs%2Bfork2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589150741269666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFZT19vL7c0/TYByPkTf7kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MlVn1goSvWU/s1600/jgs%2Bpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFZT19vL7c0/TYByPkTf7kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MlVn1goSvWU/s320/jgs%2Bpeace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589149708480066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a beanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g01nMJ7o6Qc/TYByPSkB8FI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vc6POberGO4/s1600/jgs%2Bbeanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g01nMJ7o6Qc/TYByPSkB8FI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vc6POberGO4/s320/jgs%2Bbeanie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589144945979474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Don't know which show or occasion perhaps normal hair look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOvQxOCUHDY/TYByPGHGlnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r9aWmwhooQc/s1600/Jang%2BGeun%2BSuk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOvQxOCUHDY/TYByPGHGlnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/r9aWmwhooQc/s320/Jang%2BGeun%2BSuk3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589141603423858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kang Geun Woo in Beethoven Virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPA_X5wrsGE/TYByO4h7yAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tts62IxO0Hw/s1600/jgs%2Bbeethoven%2Bvirus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPA_X5wrsGE/TYByO4h7yAI/AAAAAAAAAhc/tts62IxO0Hw/s320/jgs%2Bbeethoven%2Bvirus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584589137957865474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumming around days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fdv3Pq7kS0/TYBx6k4-wwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nkQ58PHCqa8/s1600/jgs%2Bspecs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fdv3Pq7kS0/TYBx6k4-wwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nkQ58PHCqa8/s320/jgs%2Bspecs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584588789088436994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and always on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWXBvvV_D7U/TYBx6f8BUoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nHeiPFO6hnQ/s1600/jgs%2Blazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWXBvvV_D7U/TYBx6f8BUoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nHeiPFO6hnQ/s320/jgs%2Blazing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584588787759010434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some F1 event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpNg0bUaaw8/TYBx6TvC_EI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oobVQdzu7u0/s1600/jgs%2Bf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpNg0bUaaw8/TYBx6TvC_EI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oobVQdzu7u0/s320/jgs%2Bf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584588784483368002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSrzrgUWMPI/TYBx6CaK7cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qqF7DbfGKWk/s1600/jgs%2Bpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSrzrgUWMPI/TYBx6CaK7cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qqF7DbfGKWk/s320/jgs%2Bpool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584588779832405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVXGdJuVCmo/TYBx56IgAvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2GgUVrXZhho/s1600/jgs%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVXGdJuVCmo/TYBx56IgAvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2GgUVrXZhho/s320/jgs%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584588777610806002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's even more beautiful now in the eyes of his fans because of his generosity and beautiful heart. Jang Geun Suk pledged to donate 10 million Yen to the Japan Earthquake &amp; Tsunami Victims.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the knight in shining armor to Geum Jan Di in Boys Over Flowers, and Oh Ha Ni in Playful Kiss. He's not just a knight in shining armor in Korean Dramas, he's a knight in shining armor in real life too. Kim Hyun Joong pledged to donate 100 million Won  to the victims of the Japan natural disaster victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZfXKlPB8k/TYB61GkH0SI/AAAAAAAAAic/YFNxv1aL_7I/s1600/khj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiZfXKlPB8k/TYB61GkH0SI/AAAAAAAAAic/YFNxv1aL_7I/s320/khj2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584598590653190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oGU6M0k0VM/TYB61NOf2PI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ErKhErNCl1o/s1600/20101222_hyunjoong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oGU6M0k0VM/TYB61NOf2PI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ErKhErNCl1o/s320/20101222_hyunjoong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584598592441538802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAAq1-jmN6s/TYB60463kRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3n_YsnZRmgs/s1600/kim-hyun-joong71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sAAq1-jmN6s/TYB60463kRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3n_YsnZRmgs/s320/kim-hyun-joong71.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584598586990498066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the shining stars that they already are, Jang Geun Suk and Kim Hyun Joong of Korea shine even more with their Hearts of Gold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being surrounded by selfish and horrid individuals, it's truly a relief to know that there are still individuals with hearts of gold out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7046796201485889027?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7046796201485889027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7046796201485889027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7046796201485889027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7046796201485889027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/03/heart-of-gold.html' title='Heart Of Gold'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUy-BVVssAY/TYIL3EWbfeI/AAAAAAAAAik/hld8BlVhOcU/s72-c/jgs%2Bmsg%2Bjapan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8633791513142970195</id><published>2011-03-01T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:38:16.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Mary Stayed Out All Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjPuMzFKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5pKUtrizqCw/s1600/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bmookmerry-xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjPuMzFKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5pKUtrizqCw/s320/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bmookmerry-xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563884248902079650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/TTbdGzB9vnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/e5cci5BVZ8M/s1600/Mary-Stayed-Out-All-Night15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdGzB9vnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/e5cci5BVZ8M/s320/Mary-Stayed-Out-All-Night15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877498510229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Stayed Out All Night is based on an internet comic by Won Soo Yeon called Maerineun Uibakjoong. It is also known as Mary is Out at Night / Marry Me, Mary!/ 매리는 외박중 / Maerineun Oebakjoong / Mary Stayed Out All Night/玛丽外宿中&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/TTbdHFGEwII/AAAAAAAAAdw/E2SiOvcLvoo/s1600/Marry-Me-Mary-2010-Korean-Drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdHFGEwII/AAAAAAAAAdw/E2SiOvcLvoo/s320/Marry-Me-Mary-2010-Korean-Drama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877503359303810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdIBsOhiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WRjlmg0FSic/s1600/Marry-Me-Mary%2Bbeginning%2Bwedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdIBsOhiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WRjlmg0FSic/s320/Marry-Me-Mary%2Bbeginning%2Bwedding2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877519625455138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdH6VHWgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eFF3Rv9F4A4/s1600/Marry-Me-Mary%2Bbeginning%2Bwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdH6VHWgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eFF3Rv9F4A4/s320/Marry-Me-Mary%2Bbeginning%2Bwedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877517649467906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdHRrSYhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/7XzH6cwTWvs/s1600/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bbeginning%2Bwed%2Bm19_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbdHRrSYhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/7XzH6cwTWvs/s320/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bbeginning%2Bwed%2Bm19_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877506736611858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnVN0qTYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/b31ZBu4n28g/s1600/msoan%2Bbegining%2Bwed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnVN0qTYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/b31ZBu4n28g/s320/msoan%2Bbegining%2Bwed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410997708901762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnU4zcD2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YT6TS3KxKto/s1600/msoan%2Bbegining%2Bwed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnU4zcD2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YT6TS3KxKto/s320/msoan%2Bbegining%2Bwed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410992066629474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wi Mae Ri is used to living the life of being constantly on the run from debtors who are after her father.  One night, while driving around with her friends, she accidentally knocks down hippie rocker Kang Moo Kyul. Frantic that she had hit someone and over the fact that she has no means to pay for the medical charges, Mae Ri chases after Moo Kyul to ensure that he is fine. She ends up finding him performing at a pub.  Fearing that Moo Kyul will press charges against her in her dire financial state, Mae Ri tailed him down to get him to sign a ‘disclaimer’ that no action will be taken against her in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjQSIDWyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aIe9RRvVSmU/s1600/Marry-Me-Mary-mookmary%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjQSIDWyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aIe9RRvVSmU/s320/Marry-Me-Mary-mookmary%2Bhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563884258545851170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Mae Ri’s father who is still on the run from debtors who are hot on his heels bumps into an old friend of his, Jung Suk. Jung Suk a successful entrepreneur has just returned to Korea from Japan after 20 years. After witnessing the assault by the debtors, Jung Suk who had harboured feelings for Mae Ri’s mother proposed a deal to Wi Dae Han. The deal was that he would settle Dae Han’s debts on one condition; that is Mae Ri will have to marry his son Jung In. In the event Mae Ri and Jung In don’t get married, Dae Han will have to returned the sum Jung Suk gave him to repay his debts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon learning that she has to marry a total stranger, Mae Ri confided in her friends for a solution. They suggested that she dupe her father into believing that she has already married Moo Kyul by showing him their ‘wedding photos’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9ifWmNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/DWC26QOmEPQ/s1600/msoan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9ifWmNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/DWC26QOmEPQ/s320/msoan5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410590939814098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVx1FCcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uX1Xt8naR7M/s1600/mary02-00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVx1FCcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uX1Xt8naR7M/s320/mary02-00165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563883253443922370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVu0-ryI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OsXf0rbhLOk/s1600/mary%2Bmookyul%2Bwedding%2Bpic187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVu0-ryI/AAAAAAAAAfg/OsXf0rbhLOk/s320/mary%2Bmookyul%2Bwedding%2Bpic187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563883252638199586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVZ1zbQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/At8JSCD_FtQ/s1600/mary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbiVZ1zbQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/At8JSCD_FtQ/s320/mary2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563883247004511490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That however failed to prevent the old folks from ensuring the marriage takes place.  Undeterred by her story and overcome with fear of having to return Jung Suk’s money, Mae Ri’s father proposes a plan. The ingenious polyandrous marriage plan spans over 100 days in which Mae Ri is to divide the time spent with both men equally. At the end of the designated time frame Mae Ri has decide which of the two men is her Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgcorNrgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RYiiMdwv80M/s1600/jimkm%2Btriangle%2Bmarry-me-mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgcorNrgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RYiiMdwv80M/s320/jimkm%2Btriangle%2Bmarry-me-mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563881172222455298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgdGpDw_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MCSCMnQ6LH8/s1600/jung%2Bin%2Bmary%2Bwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgdGpDw_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MCSCMnQ6LH8/s320/jung%2Bin%2Bmary%2Bwedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563881180266480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/TTbjPlRaRkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ocq93nZZtCA/s1600/mookyul%2Bheartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjPlRaRkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ocq93nZZtCA/s320/mookyul%2Bheartbroken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563884246505506370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Geun Young as Wi Mae Ri&lt;br /&gt;Jang Geun Suk as Kang Moo Kyul&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jae Wook as Byun Jung In&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hyo Jin as Seo Joon&lt;br /&gt;Park Joon Gyu as Jung Suk (Jung In’s father)&lt;br /&gt;Park Sang Myun as Wi Dae Han (Mae Ri’s father)&lt;br /&gt;Lee Ah Hyun as Kam So Young (Moo Kyul’s mother)&lt;br /&gt;Shim Yi Young (심이영) as Director Bang&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sun Ho as Lee An&lt;br /&gt;Kim Min Gyu (김민규) as Ri No&lt;br /&gt;Geum Ho Suk (금호석) as Yo Han&lt;br /&gt;Park Chul Hyun (박철현) as Re Oh&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hae Rim (김해림) as Ji Hye&lt;br /&gt;Lee Eun as So Ra&lt;br /&gt;Chae Min Hee (채민희) as Jang PD&lt;br /&gt;Yoon Yoo Sun as writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV4qNkRbGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/syLLO7xQM0g/s1600/mary%2Bstayed%2Bout%2Ball%2Bnight%2Bjgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV4qNkRbGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/syLLO7xQM0g/s320/mary%2Bstayed%2Bout%2Ball%2Bnight%2Bjgs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563485581277752418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo Kyul is a good looking,temperament rocker who was initially a street cat. He is the chick magnet that garners attention wherever he goes. He is pretty much a hippie without much money. He has a sad childhood as he was abandoned by his irresponsible mother which resulted in him developing commitment phobia. Although he works hard for a living, he finds it hard to make ends meet as he always have to help his incompetent mother settle her debts. He was unwillingly dragged into the fiasco by Mae Ri and his friends but soon developed feelings for her. He became possessive and jealous when he found that Jung In started being attracted to Mae Ri. His mischievous side is revealed when he tried to make Jung In back off from their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnU73L5DI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tKKI3ZEvwGc/s1600/jung%2Bin%2Bmsoan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnU73L5DI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tKKI3ZEvwGc/s320/jung%2Bin%2Bmsoan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410992887653426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung In the son of the successful businessman Jung Suk, seems like he's living the good life but is actually an unhappy person. He is fearful of his father and has been controlled by him all his life. Jung In felt compelled to honour his promise; “Boka Gi Iru” (which means ” I will protect you” in Japanese)after recalling he had promised to protect her when they were small. That promise was made after they fell from the stairs during a piggy back ride while they were kids resulting in the scar on Mae Ri's forehead. It was really unfair to Jung In as he was just manipulated by his father. Jung In's character in the show was very pitiful because although he truly loves Mae Ri, he is willing to let her be with Moo Kyul. While he is deeply hurt that his feelings were not reciprocated he only wants her to be happy. A true gentleman, very gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfVsE2f3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OnHfIap2cHA/s1600/jung%2Bin%2Bhospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfVsE2f3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OnHfIap2cHA/s320/jung%2Bin%2Bhospital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563879953364582258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung In injured as a result of trying to protect Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jae Wook (a.k.a Jung In) reminds me of those eunuchs in Chinese dramas; the high cheekbones with very little flesh on the face. Think the roles that would suit him are those of bodyguards or any role that requires poker face.lol.It’s funny to see Jung In because he is such a stiff person but yet he has to act funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really entertaining to watch Moo Kyul and Jung In trying to make each other jealous over Mae Ri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbxzXeN2XI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IYmNeR6_MSw/s1600/mookyul%2Bjungin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbxzXeN2XI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IYmNeR6_MSw/s320/mookyul%2Bjungin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563900254439201138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I get the feeling that Mae Ri regrets her action of not choosing Jung In as her partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEwS0DOVtCw/TWzf_m25VUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_k_DskOIOsg/s1600/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEwS0DOVtCw/TWzf_m25VUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/_k_DskOIOsg/s320/mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579080322260751682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae Ri is a street smart girl having grown up dealing with debtors that are after her gullible and incompetent father. She was against the arranged marriage and believes that marriage should be based on loyalty and love. She was initially skeptical about Moo Kyul being her 'husband' but soon finds herself attracted to him. It baffles me that Moon Geun Young won an award for her portrayal of Mae Ri. Her performance was not that exceptional and certainly does not seem like an award winning performance. Frankly speaking, if it wasn't because Jang Geun Suk was acting in the show, I probably would not have watched it. The award should have gone to Geun Suk instead of her. Mae Ri looks somewhat like a person with down syndrome. I know her fans are going to stone me to death for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbnYg7ZanI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BWpN2q7iqlo/s1600/seojun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbnYg7ZanI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BWpN2q7iqlo/s320/seojun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563888798004767346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seo Jun is a beautiful actress who is temperament and hates being controlled. She is Moo Kyul's ex girlfriend who is still not over him. She still hopes to reconcile with Moo Kyul. She was really jealous when she found out that Mae Ri was dating Moo Kyul. She lost her cool when she had to sing a song composed by Moo Kyul and Mae Ri but relented when she realised that Moo Kyul's career is dependent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scenes from the show.&lt;/span&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/TTbfXMM5sGI/AAAAAAAAAew/OjPjtrqE0Yc/s1600/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfXMM5sGI/AAAAAAAAAew/OjPjtrqE0Yc/s320/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563879979168149602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfW3lpQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/gzSBJC4tXnk/s1600/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfW3lpQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/gzSBJC4tXnk/s320/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563879973634786226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfWNIQ0hI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l6LptCZD7sk/s1600/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfWNIQ0hI/AAAAAAAAAeg/l6LptCZD7sk/s320/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bjimary3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563879962237260306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfV_4JdsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jxijx66XuNo/s1600/jung%2Bin%2Bguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbfV_4JdsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jxijx66XuNo/s320/jung%2Bin%2Bguitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563879958680008386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/TTbgefHrx0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xFqVgDzJq0Q/s1600/jung%2Bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgefHrx0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xFqVgDzJq0Q/s320/jung%2Bin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563881204017252162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgeOkw8FI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zwLViLGnTVQ/s1600/jung%2Bin%2Bmary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgeOkw8FI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zwLViLGnTVQ/s320/jung%2Bin%2Bmary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563881199575822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgcorNrgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RYiiMdwv80M/s1600/jimkm%2Btriangle%2Bmarry-me-mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbgcorNrgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RYiiMdwv80M/s320/jimkm%2Btriangle%2Bmarry-me-mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563881172222455298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnUrQZrVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5Ed_8C_wu1M/s1600/msoan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnUrQZrVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5Ed_8C_wu1M/s320/msoan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410988430011730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnUsPxXvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/29dayj_61Pc/s1600/msoan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGnUsPxXvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/29dayj_61Pc/s320/msoan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410988695805682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm-JbYRjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wBzM1rR0fc0/s1600/msoan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm-JbYRjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wBzM1rR0fc0/s320/msoan3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410601392129586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9LrlQgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F6G4oSzCRR8/s1600/msoan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9LrlQgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/F6G4oSzCRR8/s320/msoan6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410584817091074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9AIEsyI/AAAAAAAAAao/q10cWJD6U20/s1600/msoan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTGm9AIEsyI/AAAAAAAAAao/q10cWJD6U20/s320/msoan7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562410581715366690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Part 1 &amp; 2 Tracklist(Combined) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Super Star - KARA's Seungyeon&lt;br /&gt;02. Tell Me Your Love - TRAX&lt;br /&gt;03. Take Care, My Bus! - Jang Geun Suk &lt;br /&gt;04. My Precious - Jang Geun Suk &lt;br /&gt;05. Europa - Janinto&lt;br /&gt;06. 무결테마&lt;br /&gt;07. Congratulation&lt;br /&gt;08. 술래잡기&lt;br /&gt;09. Running up&lt;br /&gt;10. Emotions&lt;br /&gt;11. 달려라 Donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Part 3 Tracklist----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Because of Her - M To M&lt;br /&gt;02. She's Mine - Sweet Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Mu Gyul's Songs (Jang Geun Suk's Single) -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Hello, Hello&lt;br /&gt;02. I Will Promise You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Additional Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♦♦♦ Hello, Hello (Ballad Ver.) - Jang Geun Suk ♦♦♦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2010 KBS Drama Awards: Netizens’ Award (Jang Geun Suk)&lt;br /&gt;- 2010 KBS Drama Awards: Best Couple Award (Moon Geun Young and Jang Geun Suk)&lt;br /&gt;- 2010 koreandrama.org Awards : The Best Korean Drama of 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ofiicial site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kbs.co.kr/drama/mary/media/photo/index.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.koreandrama.org/?p=4405&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This should have been posted some time ago but has been differed due to tight schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8633791513142970195?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8633791513142970195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8633791513142970195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8633791513142970195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8633791513142970195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/03/mary-stayed-out-all-night.html' title='Mary Stayed Out All Night'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTbjPuMzFKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5pKUtrizqCw/s72-c/marry%2Bme%2Bmary%2Bmookmerry-xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7467548287243678712</id><published>2011-02-20T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T05:28:52.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>F You</title><content type='html'>Nice song but don't know what's with the lyrics. The singer or songwriter must be having some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fuck You -Cee Lo Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Like, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Fuck you! And fuck her too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "If I was richer, I'd still be with ya."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now ain't that some shit' (Ain't that some shit')&lt;br /&gt;And although there's pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;With a, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sorry, I can't afford a ferrari,&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I can't get you there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's an Xbox and I'm more Atari,&lt;br /&gt;But the way you play your game ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the fool that falls in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh shit she's a golddigger) Well&lt;br /&gt;(Just thought you should know nigga)&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh, I've got some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah go run tell your little boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Like, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Fuck you! And fuck her too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "If I was richer, I'd still be with ya."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now ain't that some shit' (Ain't that some shit')&lt;br /&gt;And although there's pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;With a, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, that I had to borrow;&lt;br /&gt;Beg and steal and lie and cheat.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I pity the fool that falls in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh shit she's a golddigger) Well&lt;br /&gt;(Just thought you should know nigga)&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh, I've got some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I really hate your ass right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Like, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Fuck you! And fuck her too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "If I was richer, I'd still be with ya."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now ain't that some shit' (Ain't that some shit')&lt;br /&gt;And although there's pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;With a, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Now baby, baby, baby why'd you wanna wanna&lt;br /&gt;Hurt me so bad' (So bad, so bad, so bad)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell my mamma but she told me,&lt;br /&gt;"This is one for your Dad." (Your Dad, your Dad, your Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Whyyyy'&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Whyyyy'&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Whyyyy lady'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love&lt;br /&gt;And I'm Like, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Fuck you! And fuck her too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "If I was richer, I'd still be with ya."&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now ain't that some shit' (Ain't that some shit')&lt;br /&gt;And although there's pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;With a, "Fuck you!" (Ooo, Ooo, Oooo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7467548287243678712?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7467548287243678712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7467548287243678712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7467548287243678712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7467548287243678712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/02/f-you.html' title='F You'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-484417289894229416</id><published>2011-02-14T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T04:04:20.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oM0fVDDu26E/TVkZ5ZJFYmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eH2cu1MR_jI/s1600/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oM0fVDDu26E/TVkZ5ZJFYmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eH2cu1MR_jI/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573514487639925346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEvjsPSqSOU/TVkZ496YfQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0LPQoEYQZSI/s1600/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEvjsPSqSOU/TVkZ496YfQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0LPQoEYQZSI/s320/valentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573514480330505474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. May everyday be Valentine's Day for everyone. XOXOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-484417289894229416?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/484417289894229416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=484417289894229416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/484417289894229416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/484417289894229416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oM0fVDDu26E/TVkZ5ZJFYmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eH2cu1MR_jI/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6276159930129918023</id><published>2011-01-06T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:08:33.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Mischievous Kiss</title><content type='html'>*This post has been way deferred because I forgot to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful Kiss is based on a manga titled Itazura na Kiss by Kaoru Tada. It is also known as Naughty Kiss/Mischievous Kiss/장난스런 키스 / Jangnanseureon Kiss. Several versions of television drama have been made based on this manga prior to the release of the Korean version Playful Kiss in 2010. The most recent predecessor is It Started With A Kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV36RP5j7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MtgVq8eJNLs/s1600/Playful-Kiss%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV36RP5j7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MtgVq8eJNLs/s320/Playful-Kiss%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558981158004953010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ha Ni the daydreamer is a clumsy, unpopular girl with below average grades, and an outcast in Parang high school. She has a crush on the school heart throb and top student, Baek Seung Jo, a good looking, egoistic, arrogant perfectionist and all rounder. Unable to contain her feelings, Ha Ni confesses her crush in a letter to Seung Jo but was publicly rejected by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tnkc0yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oiJfvHFziP8/s1600/playful%2Bkiss4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tnkc0yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/oiJfvHFziP8/s320/playful%2Bkiss4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558987537728197410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a mild earthquake caused Ha Ni’s house to collapse. Their predicament was aired on the news as their house was the only house that collapsed in the earthquake. After learning about their predicament from the news, both Ha Ni and her father were then invited to stay with an old friend of his. It turns out that this friend of her dad is Seung Jo’s father. It was like a dream come true for Ha Ni to be living under the same roof as her crush. However, things are far from fairytale as she soon realizes the guy whom she adores is sarcastic, cold and overbearing. The story unfolds with how they cope with living together in the same house. From strangers to friends to lovers, see how opposites attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tqXIDhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jw29hUE0Pbw/s1600/playful%2Bkiss%2Bsj%2Bapartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tqXIDhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jw29hUE0Pbw/s320/playful%2Bkiss%2Bsj%2Bapartment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558987538477616658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene from Seung Jo's Apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV36HEe3GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1CwyGa0dgD0/s1600/playful-kiss_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV36HEe3GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1CwyGa0dgD0/s320/playful-kiss_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558981155272711266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Kim Hyun Joong, Jung So Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama stars Korean heart throb Kim Hyun Joong as Baek Seung Jo and newcomer Jung So Min as Oh Ha Ni, for the male and female lead roles respectively. The cast for the show are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Kim Hyun Joong as Baek Seung Jo &lt;br /&gt;• Jung So Min as Oh Ha Ni &lt;br /&gt;• Lee Tae Sung as Bong Joon Gu &lt;br /&gt;• Lee Si Young as Yoon He Ra &lt;br /&gt;• Jung Hye Young as Hwang Geum Hee (Seung Jo's mother) &lt;br /&gt;• Oh Kyung Soo as Baek Soo Chang (Seung Jo's father) &lt;br /&gt;• Choi Won Hong as Baek Eun Jo (Seung Jo's brother) &lt;br /&gt;• Kang Nam Gil as Oh Ki Dong (Ha Ni's father) &lt;br /&gt;• Hong Yoon Hwa as Jung Joo Ri (Ha Ni's friend) &lt;br /&gt;• Yoon Seung Ah as Dok Go Min Ah (Ha Ni's friend) &lt;br /&gt;• Choi Sung Joon as Kim Gi Tae &lt;br /&gt;• Jang Ah Young as Hong Jang Mi &lt;br /&gt;• Bye Bye Sea as Bong Joon Gu's followers &lt;br /&gt;• Hwang Hyo Eun as Song Kang Yi (Ha Ni's homeroom teacher) &lt;br /&gt;• Song Yong Shik as Song Ji Oh &lt;br /&gt;• Moon Hoe Won as Head Teacher Hwang &lt;br /&gt;• Choi Sung Gook (최성국) as Wang Kyung Soo &lt;br /&gt;• Yoon Bo Hyun (윤보현) &lt;br /&gt;• Abigail Alderete as Chris &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV35_hd5VI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fshv4TfH2Nc/s1600/playful-kiss_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV35_hd5VI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fshv4TfH2Nc/s320/playful-kiss_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558981153246799186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Yoon Seung Ah, Jung So Min, Hong Yoon Hwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tR5EqcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z5JstKzXpps/s1600/bong%2Bjun%2Bgo%2Band%2Bgang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tR5EqcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z5JstKzXpps/s320/bong%2Bjun%2Bgo%2Band%2Bgang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558987531909114306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong Joon Gu and gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tAfuWJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r9ajeZFM8DM/s1600/baek%2Bseung%2Bjo%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tAfuWJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r9ajeZFM8DM/s320/baek%2Bseung%2Bjo%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558987527239391378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baek Seung Jo's family. L-R: Oh Kyung Soo, Kim Hyun Joong, Jung Hye Young, Choi Won Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the actress that portrays Seung Jo’s mother is a little too young to be his mum. Besides that, I wonder why most female characters in Korean shows tend to follow the male characters around like their shadow? Or perhaps this how the character is like in the manga. That I don’t know as I did not read the manga. At certain points in the show, I really dislike the egoistic character that Seung Jo possesses. But then again, that is the way most Korean male leads are portrayed anyway. It is really baffling that someone as overconfident as Seung Jo does not have the courage to admit the fact that he has fallen for the person who was initially a pain in the rear to him. Apart from that, I certainly did want to see some pride in Ha Ni. That is because she tirelessly follows Seung Jo around, making an utter fool of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this story was originally written by a woman, it should have reflected more girl power but instead it belittles the females making them appear like dimwits. Perhaps it was written in a time where females play a less important role in society or to reflect the culture whereby woman are to respect and obey men like their master (The author is a female Japanese after all). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the funniest Korean dramas that I have watched. Somehow I don’t understand why Koreans always portray their female leads as clowns. Though some parts of the show are funny, the Special Edition Episodes that were released on Youtube are funnier. Certain scenes in the special episodes remind me of scenarios that I’ve been through, namely the episode where Ha Ni got her drivers’ license. She insisted on driving Seung Jo to work and he ended up freaked out by her driving. It brings back memories of how my parents always freak out when I drove them around after getting my license. I have to point out though the difference is that I got my license in one attempt and not like her (Ha Ni only passed on her 8th attempt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSWCa7bJamI/AAAAAAAAAag/NIyiFqZk01I/s1600/playful%2Bkiss%2Bdriving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSWCa7bJamI/AAAAAAAAAag/NIyiFqZk01I/s320/playful%2Bkiss%2Bdriving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558992714198510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving scene from Special Edition Episode. Initially I didn't really like the Mini. But after seeing Kim Hyun Joong drive it in Boys Over Flowers and Playful Kiss, makes me wanna get one too. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the show is worth watching. Although Playful Kiss received lukewarm response when launched in Korea, it was a hit in other countries, namely South East Asia. A good attempt at comedy. Really addictive soundtrack to go with the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 KissKissKiss Pink Toniq&lt;br /&gt;02 One More Time 김현중&lt;br /&gt;03 키스해줄래 지나 G.NA&lt;br /&gt;04 널 부른다 런&lt;br /&gt;05 Try Again Pink Toniq&lt;br /&gt;06 혼잣말 이태성&lt;br /&gt;07 사랑한다 말할까 소유&lt;br /&gt;08 Overture For 장난스런키스 V.A&lt;br /&gt;09 I Love You (Main Theme) V.A&lt;br /&gt;10 고백 V.A&lt;br /&gt;11 Oh! Chef V.A&lt;br /&gt;12 Run, Run, Run V.A&lt;br /&gt;13 Marriage V.A&lt;br /&gt;14 Love Theme V.A&lt;br /&gt;15 With Friends V.A&lt;br /&gt;16 Love Waltz V.A&lt;br /&gt;17 Campus Life V.A&lt;br /&gt;18 Love &amp; Sorrow V.A&lt;br /&gt;19 그림자 V.A&lt;br /&gt;20 그리워할수록 V.A&lt;br /&gt;21 설레임 V.A&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tc1bGiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ch7BNyga__E/s1600/playful%2Bkiss%2Bpromo%2Bpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV9tc1bGiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ch7BNyga__E/s320/playful%2Bkiss%2Bpromo%2Bpress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558987534846597666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful Kiss Promo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6276159930129918023?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6276159930129918023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6276159930129918023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6276159930129918023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6276159930129918023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/01/mischievous-kiss.html' title='Mischievous Kiss'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TSV36RP5j7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MtgVq8eJNLs/s72-c/Playful-Kiss%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8841675598217254087</id><published>2011-01-01T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:39:16.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TR8EqVG03dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XFSXW7LLzZE/s1600/Happy%2BNew%2Byear%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TR8EqVG03dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XFSXW7LLzZE/s320/Happy%2BNew%2Byear%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557165590465273298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TR8EqBLaxgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/f49JnnA4AM8/s1600/2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TR8EqBLaxgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/f49JnnA4AM8/s320/2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557165585115825666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!! 2010 has certainly come and gone in a breeze. May 2011 be a great year ahead. Officially another year older. But still as gorgeous as ever. XOXOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of a kitten trying to stay awake. Saw this on Purina Animal All Stars. Reminds me of everyone trying to stay awake to usher in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UE3BwvzYrOc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UE3BwvzYrOc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://purinaanimalallstars.yahoo.com/?v=8001692&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8841675598217254087?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8841675598217254087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8841675598217254087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8841675598217254087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8841675598217254087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TR8EqVG03dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XFSXW7LLzZE/s72-c/Happy%2BNew%2Byear%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3149915893083433330</id><published>2010-12-29T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:22:36.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Baby &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwg5-KhdbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gT1N0GbzlDk/s1600/baby%2B%2526%2Bme%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwg5-KhdbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gT1N0GbzlDk/s320/baby%2B%2526%2Bme%2Bposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556352220580115890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Joon Soo (Jang Geun Suk) is an 18 year old rebellious high school student who couldn't seem to stay out of trouble. Fed up of him, his parents decided to run away from home and leave him to fend for himself. They recorded a video with the messages written on placards informing him that his credit card has been terminated and that they will only return when he has reformed. After watching the video that his parents have recorded on their reason for leaving, Joon Soo decides to throw a party. He headed to the supermarket to do some shopping for the party. While choosing booze for the upcoming party, a baby was left in his shopping cart without him noticing. He was shocked to see the baby in his shopping cart when he turned around to place the booze in the cart. Joon Soo then brought the baby to the information counter to be reunited with his parents. At the information counter, the personnel looked through the baby's possessions and found a note stating that it would be best if the baby is taken care of by his father Han Joon Soo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with no choice, he then takes the baby home. Woo Ram, the baby was giving Joon Soo a hard time and so he decided to abandon the baby at a dumpster, but failed. With no one to care for the baby, Joon Soo brings the baby to school. That subsequently landed Joon Soo suspended from school. Albeit unhappy being stuck with a baby whom he hasn't a clue who the mother is, Joon Soo soon became attached to Woo Ram (the baby). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwg5glCMMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6OvGwjKB-9A/s1600/baby%2526me%2Bjang%2Bgeun%2Bsuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwg5glCMMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6OvGwjKB-9A/s320/baby%2526me%2Bjang%2Bgeun%2Bsuk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556352212638249154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Geun Suk does bear some resemblance to Lee Min Ho in this movie. It was kinda cute seeing him carrying the baby around in the carrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV3dnnHqcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Sg07STwydxg/s1600/baby%2526me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV3dnnHqcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Sg07STwydxg/s320/baby%2526me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563484265419090370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also really funny seeing him running around asking people for breast milk. From this movie you can see that Jang Geun Suk seems to be quite good at handling babies. In this case it should be baby as there is only one. Besides that, the baby in this movie kind of resembles the baby that acted with Jackie Chan in Rob-b-hood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV3c1LUaTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RYtyD6uYHIQ/s1600/baby%2526me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TTV3c1LUaTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/RYtyD6uYHIQ/s320/baby%2526me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563484251880712498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add that, Jang Geun Suk doesn't seem as short as he does in He's Beautiful. Wonder what went wrong. He looks much better without eyeliner that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3149915893083433330?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3149915893083433330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3149915893083433330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3149915893083433330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3149915893083433330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-me.html' title='Baby &amp; Me'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwg5-KhdbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gT1N0GbzlDk/s72-c/baby%2B%2526%2Bme%2Bposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8503497459075687458</id><published>2010-12-29T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:10:55.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>He's Beautiful OST</title><content type='html'>The tracks used in He's Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Promise (He's Beautiful OST)- A.N Jell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/451772357/83e70f50" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/zbfjfkuB/Hes_Beautiful_OST_Promise_-_AN.html" target=_blank&gt;He&amp;#39;s Beautiful OST Promise - A.N.Jell.MP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Without Words - Park Shin Hye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/451772357/83e70f50" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/v4ypPa1d/_Hes_Beautiful_OST_Without_Wor.html" target=_blank&gt;(He&amp;#39;s Beautiful OST)Without Words - Park Shin Hye.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As Ever/Still - A.N Jell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/140897597/722d8e0d" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/kTNCw2GJ/ANJELL_-_Still__As_Ever__You_A.html" target=_blank&gt;A.N.JELL - Still / As Ever (You Are Beautiful OST).mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coming Down From The Sky - Oh Won bin &amp; Miss $&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/142354291/b41c9eb8" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/RumnMIRN/Miss_S_featuring_Oh_Won_Bin_-_.html" target=_blank&gt;Miss S featuring Oh Won Bin - Coming down from the sky (you&amp;#39;re beautiful a.n.jell ost) (full version).mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lovely Day -Park Shin Hye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/393127436/2ac37b35" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/bfYOswZE/OST_Hes_Beautiful__Youre_beaut.html" target=_blank&gt;OST He&amp;#39;s Beautiful (You&amp;#39;re beautiful) - Park Shin Hye - Lovely Day.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Should I Do -Jang Geun Suk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/352535217/965fe845" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/2Rcs9xe6/OST_Hes_beautiful__Youre_beaut.html" target=_blank&gt;OST He&amp;#39;s beautiful (You&amp;#39;re beautiful)Jang Geun Suk (Jang guen suk) - What should i do.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Without Words (Nothing Said) -Jang Geun Suk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/157042890/ce810003" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/nJ0xjmaa/Jang_Guen_Suk__jang_geun_suk__.html" target=_blank&gt;Jang Guen Suk (jang geun suk) -  Without words (nothing said) (You&amp;#39;re beautiful part 2 ost).mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fly Me To The Moon -Jang Geun Suk &amp; Park Shin Hye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/154717051/c8f37b46" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/bBKFeA0E/fly_me_to_the_moon-Jang_Geun_S.html" target=_blank&gt;fly me to the moon-Jang Geun Suk and Park Shin Hye.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people in 4shared for sharing and uploading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8503497459075687458?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8503497459075687458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8503497459075687458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8503497459075687458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8503497459075687458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-beautiful-ost.html' title='He&apos;s Beautiful OST'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1685744268088699002</id><published>2010-12-28T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:11:40.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>He's Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoFJOB6YaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ti8IohcA79E/s1600/HesBeautiful2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoFJOB6YaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ti8IohcA79E/s320/HesBeautiful2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555758746258006434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right : Jung Yong Hwa, Park Shin Hye, Jang Geun Suk, Lee Hong Ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoDfjipbDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8u65DLF8BEU/s1600/youre-beautiful%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoDfjipbDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8u65DLF8BEU/s320/youre-beautiful%2Bposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555756930966318130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He's Beautiful also known as 미남이시네요 / Minami Shineyo / You're Beautiful / You're Handsome / 原来是美男&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma /Go Min Nyu grew up in the orphanage with her twin brother Go Min Nam. She was a nun to be living in a monastery. One day she was approached by the manager of the famous Korean band A.N Jell, Manager Ma, to pose as her twin brother while he recuperates from a botched cosmetic surgery. Reluctant to do so, Gemma turned Manager Ma down as she was on her way to Rome to become an actual nun.  However after being told of her brother’s intention in becoming popular was to locate their mother whom they have never met, she was pensive, but turned him down anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the airport waiting to board her flight, Gemma accidentally knocked into Hwang Tae Kyung, the leader of A.N Jell and had their possessions mixed up. She quickly grabbed her things and ran towards the terminal without realizing that she has dropped her air ticket. Hwang Tae Kyung then picks up the ticket and tries to return it to her but she was nowhere to be found. Gemma on the other hand unintentionally picked up Hwang Tae Kyung’s MP3 player.  After realizing that she has lost her air ticket and was unable to go to Rome as planned, Gemma was devastated. She then realized that she had a foreign object in her possession. Out of curiosity, she listened to the song in the MP3 player. The song touched her and she then changed her mind to join A.N Jell to fulfill her brother’s dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then posed as Go Min Nam and joined A. N Jell. Initially she was resented by the group members. Trying her best not to be detected, Go Min Nam went on posing as a guy. Hwang Tae Kyung who was trying to kick her out of the band tried making things difficult for Go Min Nam.  One day, Tae Kyung discovers that Min Nam is a girl and wanted to expose her. She begged him not to reveal her identity and agreed to the terms that he came up with. Not long after that, another band member, Kang Shin Woo discovered her identity but remained silent and helped her without her noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was going well until one day A. N Jell’s coordinator unintentionally reveals Min Nam’s secret to pretentious singer/actress Yoon He Yi. As there was a rumour that He Yi was dating Tae Kyung, she ceased this opportunity and blackmailed Tae Kyung to continue posing as her boyfriend or she will reveal Min Nam’s secret.  Tae Kyung who was trying to protect Min Nam’s secret then reluctantly consents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, one by one, the members of A. N Jell starts to fall for Min Nam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Geun Suk as Hwang Tae Kyung&lt;br /&gt;Park Shin Hye as Go Min Nam/ Go Min Nyu/Gemma&lt;br /&gt;Lee Hong Ki as Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Jung Yong Hwa as Kang Shin Woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UEE as Yoo He Yi&lt;br /&gt;Bae Geu Rin as Sa Yu Ri (Fan club president)&lt;br /&gt;Kim In Kwon as Ma Hoon Yi (Mi Nam’s manager)&lt;br /&gt;Choi Ran as Choi Mi Ja (Mi Nam &amp; Mi Nyu’s aunt)&lt;br /&gt;Kim Sung Ryung as Mo Hwa Ran&lt;br /&gt;Jung Chan as President Ahn&lt;br /&gt;Choi Soo Eun as Wang Kko Di&lt;br /&gt;Tae Hwang as staff&lt;br /&gt;Yoo Seung Ho (cameo, ep9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Boys Over Flowers cast as comparison, the cast of this show looks like pre pubescent teenagers and appears to be kind of stunted. I'm not too sure whether they (He's Beautiful cast)are tall in real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the show, the first thing that came to mind was the lead actor bears striking resemblance to a Hong Kong actor called Wong Cho Lam. Apart from that, I think that the lead actor wears too much eye liner and it makes him look rather weird. Seeing other photos of him without eye liner, he looks better that way. Seriously, guys should not wear makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes his hairstyle makes him resemble the lion in Madagascar. What were the stylists thinking anyway? Tying the guys' hair in multiple pony tails? Just watch the show and you will get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoKglEYzYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UJ976TNuAGc/s1600/jang-geun-suk-he-is-beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoKglEYzYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UJ976TNuAGc/s320/jang-geun-suk-he-is-beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555764645137534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQa751smI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Cpl4JHIOIsU/s1600/taekyung4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQa751smI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Cpl4JHIOIsU/s320/taekyung4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555771145257857634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQbcxELdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PKvS_jTxUG8/s1600/tae%2Bkyung3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQbcxELdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PKvS_jTxUG8/s320/tae%2Bkyung3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555771154079428050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think he resembles the Grinch smiling in this photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoFJSjuISI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xcuu6khVHbU/s1600/hwang%2Btae%2Bkyung1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoFJSjuISI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xcuu6khVHbU/s320/hwang%2Btae%2Bkyung1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555758747473551650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoG2ZQ4VEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JRBRacxTivs/s1600/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoG2ZQ4VEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JRBRacxTivs/s320/grinch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555760621879317570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead actress of the show. Go Min Nam. Somehow she looks like a teenager in this show. Probably that's due to her chubby cheeks. I saw a commercial starring her and Kim Hyun Joong and she didn't look that short. They just look stumpy in this show. Anyway, I was wondering whether people in this era are that dense that they can't tell the difference between a boy and a girl. Is it still possible to pull a Mulan trick and get away with it? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZ96Ta9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hfukpTTVGcs/s1600/min%2Bnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZ96Ta9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hfukpTTVGcs/s320/min%2Bnam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770029105179602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Shin Woo the gentleman in the show. This was the scene where he secretly followed Min Nam around when she went out dressed as a girl. I sympathize with his character in the show. He secretly loved Min Nam and when he finally had the courage to tell her, he was rejected. Yet he stills stand by her, helping to protect her. I will be really touched if someone does that to me. Why aren't there any Kang Shin Woos in real life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwvobLd4PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Wfv2KtVO6Cg/s1600/shin%2Bwoo%2B%2526%2Bmin%2Bnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRwvobLd4PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Wfv2KtVO6Cg/s320/shin%2Bwoo%2B%2526%2Bmin%2Bnam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556368411805475058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZWEcSOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DOL2yNTosL4/s1600/jung-yong-hwa-aka-kang-shin-woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZWEcSOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/DOL2yNTosL4/s320/jung-yong-hwa-aka-kang-shin-woo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770018410285282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPaBj-joI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/alqv14vWTqk/s1600/shin%2Bwoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPaBj-joI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/alqv14vWTqk/s320/shin%2Bwoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770030085279362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 3 male characters in the show, I think he looks best. Tae Kyung's makeup really makes him weird. He looks much better without the eyeliner and weird hairstyles. The stylists idea of making Jeremy look cute ends up making him look idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is the childish fun loving character in the show. He was initially against Min Nam but soon became nice to her when he come to know that Min Nam is an orphan. When he started developing feelings for Min Nam after learning about his past, he thought that he was turning gay and tried to keep a distance from her. Upon finding out that he is actually a she, Jeremy began to show his feelings to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZLMV90I/AAAAAAAAAXw/hCvxNARxinM/s1600/hong-ki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZLMV90I/AAAAAAAAAXw/hCvxNARxinM/s320/hong-ki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770015490635586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy rabbit, the doll that Tae Kyung made to represent Min Nam. Tae Kyung nicknamed Min Nam piggy rabbit because he claims that she is a rabbit pretending to be a pig. How all this came about was when they were lost in the woods and he told Min Nam about being bitten by a rabbit. He added that she is like a rabbit that looks docile but is actually dangerous, and piggy because she keeps making the pig snout whenever she's with him. Tae Kyung thought that Min Nam kept making that pig snout because she is teasing him for being chased by a pig that left him lost in the woods. Unbeknown to him, Min Nam actually makes that nose whenever she's trying to control and conceal her feelings towards him, a trick that Manager Ma taught her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZ6hKnYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RSi5ONPdHT0/s1600/piggy%2Brabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoPZ6hKnYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RSi5ONPdHT0/s320/piggy%2Brabbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555770028194438530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of Min Nam and Tae Kyung. They also show the difference between Tae Kyung wearing eyeliner and without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQbCANCkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oXEnzPL--LI/s1600/taekyung%2B%2526%2BMin%2BNam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQbCANCkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oXEnzPL--LI/s320/taekyung%2B%2526%2BMin%2BNam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555771146895166018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't recognise that it's Jang Geun Suk right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQal5cwHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/94YZ-5HXN1w/s1600/taekyung%2Bminnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoQal5cwHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/94YZ-5HXN1w/s320/taekyung%2Bminnam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555771139350642802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo from Etude House BB compact advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of the show was rather a disappointment though. I was expecting a lot more drama but it just ended abruptly. Anyway, the show is worth watching. There are several funny scenes and a whole lot of crying scenes. Only in Korean dramas do you get to see men cry. All the male leads in this drama shed tears. Besides that,the music in this show is actually rather catchy and is part of the reason that makes the show worth watching. It is after all a drama on a pop band A.N Jell. Apart from that, I certainly don't see the point of local television channel (8tv) censoring parts of the drama when the show is actually catered to tweens and teens, which means no erotic scenes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A better option would be to watch it online (whispers). Shhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1685744268088699002?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1685744268088699002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1685744268088699002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1685744268088699002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1685744268088699002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-beautiful.html' title='He&apos;s Beautiful'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRoFJOB6YaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ti8IohcA79E/s72-c/HesBeautiful2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4954016408483658294</id><published>2010-12-24T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:40:36.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>What Christmas Means To Me</title><content type='html'>My favorite season of all time is here. I have always been fond of Christmas because malls and hotels would be beautifully decorated with Christmas motifs. Not to mention, everything seems to look better when its colorful and the jingling sound makes the ambiance really merry. Since small, Christmas to me should be covered in snow. Buildings decked with colorful lights, beautifully decorated trees everywhere, lots of presents and Christmas carols filling the air. Unfortunately, I have yet to have my white Christmas. Hopefully very soon I will be able to celebrate a truly white Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion in Trafalga Square covered in snow. How beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRRxzjfTW8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NhFNoSUusmQ/s1600/lion%2Bin%2Btrafalga%2Bsquare%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRRxzjfTW8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NhFNoSUusmQ/s320/lion%2Bin%2Btrafalga%2Bsquare%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554189370968464322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRRxzmUCZPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7NO82vhDSlM/s1600/snow-ball-fight-london-s-business-district-canary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRRxzmUCZPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7NO82vhDSlM/s320/snow-ball-fight-london-s-business-district-canary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554189371726521586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Christmas Means To Me" -Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles burning&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Lots of snow and ice&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;Choir singing carols&lt;br /&gt;Right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things and more&lt;br /&gt;That's what Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen before&lt;br /&gt;Though I love you madly&lt;br /&gt;It seems I love you more&lt;br /&gt;The little though you give me&lt;br /&gt;Will touch my heart for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running wild&lt;br /&gt;Those angels a little shy&lt;br /&gt;I caught you underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you twice and then some more&lt;br /&gt;I wish you merry Christmas baby&lt;br /&gt;And a happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's deck the halls with holly&lt;br /&gt;Singing Silent Night&lt;br /&gt;Fill the dreams with angels' hair&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty lights&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep and wake up&lt;br /&gt;Just before daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means to me my love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4954016408483658294?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4954016408483658294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4954016408483658294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4954016408483658294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4954016408483658294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-christmas-means-to-me.html' title='What Christmas Means To Me'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRRxzjfTW8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NhFNoSUusmQ/s72-c/lion%2Bin%2Btrafalga%2Bsquare%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4398820290402524740</id><published>2010-12-22T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:48:46.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice 2010</title><content type='html'>The making of glutinous rice balls for Winter Solstice 22 December 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Glutinous rice flour is mixed into dough. &lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Colour is added to dough (can be natural colouring or food colour).&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Roll dough into small balls. Leave to dry before cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Cook glutinous rice balls before adding syrup.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Cook syrup. Boil ginger in water then add sugar according to preference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink (food colouring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXrPduwJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-qOlQV9oGE/s1600/photo0071e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXrPduwJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-qOlQV9oGE/s320/photo0071e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527322154287250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXbIcyRPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_iJNwPtsqt8/s1600/photo0073e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXbIcyRPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_iJNwPtsqt8/s320/photo0073e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527045393368306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green (natural coloring using pandan leaves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXa6jBdrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Z6ElKSUmwVU/s1600/photo0074e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXa6jBdrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Z6ElKSUmwVU/s320/photo0074e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527041661433522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber (natural colouring using sweet potato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXaw_ZWiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uVZY9uhL5Mc/s1600/photo0075e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXaw_ZWiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/uVZY9uhL5Mc/s320/photo0075e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527039096085026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked glutinous rice balls in ginger syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given by neighbor (the colour is nicer because food colouring is used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXavy6HWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Noess_W24nY/s1600/photo0076e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXavy6HWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Noess_W24nY/s320/photo0076e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527038775270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home made glutinous rice balls in ginger syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXaZ74gVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/h2NVvQQNKzw/s1600/photo0077e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXaZ74gVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/h2NVvQQNKzw/s320/photo0077e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553527032907333970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4398820290402524740?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4398820290402524740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4398820290402524740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4398820290402524740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4398820290402524740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-solstice-2010.html' title='Winter Solstice 2010'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TRIXrPduwJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-qOlQV9oGE/s72-c/photo0071e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8974744266738949181</id><published>2010-12-17T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:04:21.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampered Mail</title><content type='html'>We received a greeting card from overseas a few days ago. We were rather bewildered by the condition of the mail though. On the front, there appears to be nothing wrong with the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4YhbKmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pHvBLx-3wJQ/s1600/photo0068e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4YhbKmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pHvBLx-3wJQ/s320/photo0068e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656179133524578" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/TQtx4HdILvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eNLJJoq-YAo/s1600/photo0063e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4HdILvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eNLJJoq-YAo/s320/photo0063e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656174552100594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when the envelope is turned, the flap is tightly sealed with tape. We were clueless as to why the envelope is sealed with cellophane tape. We didn't give much thought to it initially. In the envelope was a greeting card with a separate sheet of paper that neither belongs to the greeting card nor a letter that bears any message. Could it be that this friend of ours enclosed something with the greeting card? Photos, cash, etc. It then dawn upon us that there might be a possibility that the envelope was opened by the employees of the post system. How did we come up with such a conclusion? Well, Japanese place great importance on the packaging of their things. It is rather impossible for a Japanese to send out something in a torn envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4pBs3aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ub9hyWXIWTY/s1600/photo0069e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4pBs3aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ub9hyWXIWTY/s320/photo0069e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656183563869602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see there is a big tear at the side of the flap to the right. Just because the envelope is taped with cellophane tape, it doesn't revert the torn state back to its original form. How stupid can these people possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4PTLeoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0Ue1nXSt27g/s1600/photo0062e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4PTLeoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0Ue1nXSt27g/s320/photo0062e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656176657857154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time our mail has been tampered with. During Chinese New Year we received greeting cards from Hong Kong without the postage stamp on the envelope. If the sender has forgotten to attach the stamp, the mail would most likely have not reach us and would be returned to the sender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days simply have no integrity. Taking things from people without their consent constitutes stealing regardless whether the item is a piece of paper,or valuable items like money. Stealing in any form is a crime be it stealing a physical object or an idea. There is no such thing as taking something that is insignificant in monetary value does not constitute stealing. Stealing is stealing. Shame on these people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8974744266738949181?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8974744266738949181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8974744266738949181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8974744266738949181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8974744266738949181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/tampered-mail.html' title='Tampered Mail'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TQtx4YhbKmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pHvBLx-3wJQ/s72-c/photo0068e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3107142321521520826</id><published>2010-12-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:41:44.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K-Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><title type='text'>Playful Kiss</title><content type='html'>Can't seem to get this song out of my head. It is quite catchy. This is one of the songs in the Korean series Playful Kiss (also known as Mischievous Kiss/Naughty Kiss/장난스런 키스 / Jangnanseureon Kiss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/378180721/6f10075e" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why this script is broken towards the end. Anyway, below is the lyrics for this song. The writer didn't write the lyrics. They were Googled. Just to share a catchy song that is dominating my mind. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will You Kiss Me  (키스해줄래)   – G.Na &lt;br /&gt;Playful Kiss OS&lt;/span&gt;T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eonjebuteo yeonneunji neoreul bon sunganbuteo&lt;br /&gt;ibunichomada niga jakku saenggangna&lt;br /&gt;neoneun mueolhaneunji.. jigeum eodiinneunji Ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irijeori boado igeotjeogeot dajyeodo&lt;br /&gt;niga jakku mame deureo michilgeo gatae..&lt;br /&gt;ireon naemameul aneunji.. ireon nae gamjeongeun aneunji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haruharu neoman barabomyeo hangsang gidaryeo bollae&lt;br /&gt;ojik neo hanaman algo saranghae julge&lt;br /&gt;saranghagiedo akkaun siganinde&lt;br /&gt;neo eobsin amugeotdo hagi sirheunde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maeilmaeil achimmada nunman tteumyeon bogo sipeunde&lt;br /&gt;ije neo eobsineun harurado salsu eomneunde&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda geu hanmadi deutgo sipeunde&lt;br /&gt;maeil saranghae.. neoman saranghae uriduri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby..&lt;br /&gt;hoksi niga naekkeoran geureon sangsangmaneuro&lt;br /&gt;harujongil dugeungeoryeo michilgeo gatae&lt;br /&gt;neoegero dallyeoga.. soljikhage gobaekhalgeoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haruharu neoman barabomyeo hangsang gidaryeo bollae&lt;br /&gt;ojik neo hanaman algo saranghae julge&lt;br /&gt;saranghagiedo akkaun siganinde&lt;br /&gt;neo eobsin amugeotdo hagi sirheunde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maeilmaeil achimmada nunman tteumyeon bogo sipeunde&lt;br /&gt;ije neo eobsineun harurado salsu eomneunde&lt;br /&gt;saranghanda geu hanmadi deutgo sipeunde&lt;br /&gt;maeil saranghae.. neoman saranghae uriduri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malmuni makhyeo.. sumi chaolla(chaolla)&lt;br /&gt;tteollineun naeson kkok jabeun ni dusone&lt;br /&gt;nunmuri nalgeot gata.. jigeum naege gobaekhangeoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman hangsang jikyeojugo barabwa jullae&lt;br /&gt;neo ttaemune nunmullamyeon kkok ana jullae&lt;br /&gt;geutorok ganjeolhi wonhadeon sunganine&lt;br /&gt;amuri saenggakhaedo mitgijil anha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maeilmaeil nae yeopeseo naman bomyeo jikyeobwa jullae&lt;br /&gt;chinguro jinaegin neoreul neomu saranghanikka&lt;br /&gt;saranghan geu hanmadi jigeum haejullae&lt;br /&gt;maeil saranghae.. naman saranghae.. kiseuhae jullae..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did this begin, I guess the moment I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Every 1 minute 1 second, you keep coming onto mind&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing.. Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this I see that&lt;br /&gt;I do this I do that&lt;br /&gt;You keep coming into my heart, I seemed to have gone crazy..&lt;br /&gt;You do know why my heart is like this.. You do know why I’m feeling like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day I look at you only and waits for you always&lt;br /&gt;Until now you’re the only one I know and I will love only you&lt;br /&gt;It’s a valuable moment even when I’m loving you&lt;br /&gt;If there is no you, I do not want to do anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day when I open my eyes in the morning, I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;In my present days now, I cannot live if there is no you&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear that one sentence “I love you” though&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I love you..Only you, I love only you, Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just by imagination, thoughts like ‘You are mine’&lt;br /&gt;Can make my heart pound whole day long&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to have gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;I will run towards you..and confess honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day I look at you only and waits for you always&lt;br /&gt;Until now you’re the only one I know and I will love only you&lt;br /&gt;It’s a valuable moment even when I’m loving you&lt;br /&gt;If there is no you, I do not want to do anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day when I open my eyes in the morning, I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;In my present days now, I cannot live if there is no you&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear that one sentence “I love you” though&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I love you..Only you, I love only you, Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck for words.. Out of breath (out of breath)&lt;br /&gt;Your two hands that is grabbing tightly of my shaking hand&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying already.. Are you gonna confess to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching and guarding me always&lt;br /&gt;If I cry because of you, you must hug me in you tightly&lt;br /&gt;That’s the moment I sincerely wish for&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I think, I won’t be able to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, guard by my side and look upon me only&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you too much, you who treats me as a friend only&lt;br /&gt;Will you say that one sentence that you love me now&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I love you.. You love me only..&lt;br /&gt;Shall we kiss?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;언제부터 였는지 너를 본 순간부터&lt;br /&gt;1분1초마다 니가 자꾸 생각나&lt;br /&gt;너는 무얼하는지.. 지금 어디있는지 Ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이리저리 보아도 이것저것 다져도&lt;br /&gt;니가 자꾸 맘에 들어 미칠거 같애..&lt;br /&gt;이런 내맘을 아는지.. 이런 내 감정은 아는지&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;하루하루 너만 바라보며 항상 기다려 볼래&lt;br /&gt;오직 너 하나만 알고 사랑해 줄게&lt;br /&gt;사랑하기에도 아까운 시간인데&lt;br /&gt;너 없인 아무것도 하기 싫은데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;매일매일 아침마다 눈만 뜨면 보고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;이제 너 없이는 하루라도 살수 없는데&lt;br /&gt;사랑한다 그 한마디 듣고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 너만 사랑해 우리둘이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby..&lt;br /&gt;혹시 니가 내꺼란 그런 상상만으로&lt;br /&gt;하루종일 두근거려 미칠거 같애&lt;br /&gt;너에게로 달려가.. 솔직하게 고백할거야&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;하루하루 너만 바라보며 항상 기다려 볼래&lt;br /&gt;오직 너 하나만 알고 사랑해 줄게&lt;br /&gt;사랑하기에도 아까운 시간인데&lt;br /&gt;너 없인 아무것도 하기 싫은데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;매일매일 아침마다 눈만 뜨면 보고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;이제 너 없이는 하루라도 살수 없는데&lt;br /&gt;사랑한다 그 한마디 듣고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 너만 사랑해 우리둘이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;말문이 막혀.. 숨이 차올라(차올라)&lt;br /&gt;떨리는 내손 꼭 잡은 니 두손에&lt;br /&gt;눈물이 날것 같아.. 지금 내게 고백한거니&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나만 항상 지켜주고 바라봐 줄래&lt;br /&gt;너 때문에 눈물나면 꼭 안아 줄래&lt;br /&gt;그토록 간절히 원하던 순간이네&lt;br /&gt;아무리 생각해도 믿기질 않아&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;매일매일 내 옆에서 나만 보며 지켜봐 줄래&lt;br /&gt;친구로 지내긴 너를 너무 사랑하니까&lt;br /&gt;사랑한 그 한마디 지금 해줄래&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 나만 사랑해.. 키스해 줄래..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/pVj6D41b/Ost_Playful_Kiss__Part_1__01_G.html" target=_blank&gt;Ost Playful Kiss (Part 1) 01. G.NA - Will You Kiss Me.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4shared.com/audio/pVj6D41b/Ost_Playful_Kiss__Part_1__01_G.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3107142321521520826?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3107142321521520826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3107142321521520826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3107142321521520826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3107142321521520826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/12/playful-kiss.html' title='Playful Kiss'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7976709235809333501</id><published>2010-11-29T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:38:32.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>What's New In Penang</title><content type='html'>Several new developments are sprouting in the island that once used to resemble a turtle from birds' eye view (but now looks more like a rectangle due to reclamation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is 1st avenue shopping mall that opened on the 25 November 2010. Located near Komtar and next to Traders Hotel and Prangin Mall. Nothing much to show as there aren't many shops opened apart from Parkson. Not wanting to appear like a clown snapping photos when there is nothing much to see. It is rather miniature compared to Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The escalators upon entering from car park. Just to show that the escalators resembles slides in theme park. Whee. Not very clear due to camera resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOwABDeY8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/9_fKbyH2PvY/s1600/escalators%2Blike%2Btheme%2Bpark%2Bslide%2B1st%2Bavenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOwABDeY8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/9_fKbyH2PvY/s320/escalators%2Blike%2Btheme%2Bpark%2Bslide%2B1st%2Bavenue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544969080552711106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of Trader's Hotel Pool from 1st Avenue carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvveLJrwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-4jKkK6TOkM/s1600/shangrila%2Bpool%2Bfr%2B1st%2Bavenue%2Bcarpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvveLJrwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-4jKkK6TOkM/s320/shangrila%2Bpool%2Bfr%2B1st%2Bavenue%2Bcarpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968796311760642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Times Square building taken from 1st Avunue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvu3l4eGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/N6fAoZCras0/s1600/view%2Bfr%2B1st%2Bavenue%2Bcarpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvu3l4eGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/N6fAoZCras0/s320/view%2Bfr%2B1st%2Bavenue%2Bcarpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968785954895970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, Sungai Pinang has been transformed and is hardly recognisable. This is some high rise residential building in Sungai Pinang. The building is facing a promenade that overlooks the sea (on the right). From the promenade, Penang bridge is visible (from a distance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvuuNbLhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tfKvLJ9_7HQ/s1600/buildings%2Bin%2Bsg%2Bpinang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvuuNbLhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tfKvLJ9_7HQ/s320/buildings%2Bin%2Bsg%2Bpinang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968783436394002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new shoplot next to the high rise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvucy6cZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rhaoFqQCFMU/s1600/shoplot%2Bwhere%2Bbg%2Bis%2Blocated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvucy6cZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/rhaoFqQCFMU/s320/shoplot%2Bwhere%2Bbg%2Bis%2Blocated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968778761793938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll........................Behold the first Burger King in Penang. Located in Sungai Pinang. It is so out of place and practically hidden but should be visible if swimming to Penang from mainland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvuN3zdgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TODy1XmizUw/s1600/1st%2Bburger%2Bking%2Bpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOvuN3zdgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TODy1XmizUw/s320/1st%2Bburger%2Bking%2Bpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544968774755776002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7976709235809333501?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7976709235809333501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7976709235809333501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7976709235809333501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7976709235809333501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-new-in-penang.html' title='What&apos;s New In Penang'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TPOwABDeY8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/9_fKbyH2PvY/s72-c/escalators%2Blike%2Btheme%2Bpark%2Bslide%2B1st%2Bavenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8130494764109394097</id><published>2010-11-20T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:48:30.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disruption in Water Supply</title><content type='html'>We don't know what we've got until we lose it. This saying is really true and it applies to almost everything in life. Last night, the water supply at my place was cut off because of the upgrading work somewhere. Although we did receive notice regarding the water supply disruption, we didn't really feel the pinch till the water supply was turned off entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is during times like this that we tend to use water more (refer to pie chart below for the break down). For instance, we tend to use the loo more when there's scarcity of water. Prior to the cut off time, we were getting ourselves prepared for it. We brushed our teeth right after dinner. However, not long after brushing my teeth, I had an urge to have a drink and had a cup of coffee with some biscuits. Then I immediately rushed to brush my teeth again before the water supply is cut off. Mum on the other hand, started purging after dinner. It was probably due to the mangoes she consumed. She was in and out of the toilet several times before the water supply was cut and continued visiting the loo a few more times after the cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the purging, she was hungry and started eating again. She invited me to join her and so I did and ate too. Then dad jumped on the bandwagon and had instant noodles with additional ingredients. Well, there's a price to pay for eating during a water supply disruption. I had to brush my teeth for the third time within 2 to 3 hours using as little water as possible from a bottle that was meant for all of us. I also had to control my water consumption so that I don't have to frequent the toilet during the disruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through this ordeal, I can say that I truly feel for those having to live with no water supply to their homes. For us having to live a day without water supply is unbearable. Imagine those who don't have water supply in their homes. To them it's a daily ordeal. This episode has really jolted me out of my comfort zone and has ingrained in me the importance of water conservation. We should never take simple things like water for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a chart on Google that breaks down water consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TOfpiiS0XAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DgbkvKemp_M/s1600/water%2Bconservation%2Bpie%2Bchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TOfpiiS0XAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DgbkvKemp_M/s320/water%2Bconservation%2Bpie%2Bchart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541654646033243138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the toilet image? The activity that garners most water consumption with 26.8%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8130494764109394097?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8130494764109394097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8130494764109394097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8130494764109394097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8130494764109394097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/11/disruption-in-water-supply.html' title='Disruption in Water Supply'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TOfpiiS0XAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DgbkvKemp_M/s72-c/water%2Bconservation%2Bpie%2Bchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4228700127362879251</id><published>2010-11-14T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:05:18.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>The internet has been a real important part of my life. I have become so dependent towards it that a moment without it makes me feel uneasy. I had a near heart attack yesterday. I was surfing the internet and all of a sudden I got cut off without prior notice. And attempts to reconnect was futile. I tried restarting my computer...-negative, turning it off and on again...-negative. The wireless function went dead and there was simply no connection. It kept appearing that there is no connection and the cable was required for a connection. Regardless of what I did there was no connection. Then I tried plugging in the cable to make a connection. Nothing happened. No connection could be made. And the worse part was the other computer too lost connection to the internet as the result of my plugging in the cable to lappie. That got me really worried as I have caused a catastrophe. No computer technician is available over the weekend. Which means no internet over the weekend. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my lappie is "sick" because the wireless button is not lit. Pressing the wireless button does not make it light up either. This could not be happening. Lappie is hardly a year old. Only a few months old. It is not possible that it is dying. So for the whole of today, I was deprived of the internet because I thought I have screwed up the internet connection. Then a while ago I turned on my computer to transfer some files. To my surprise, there is internet connection. How did that happened? Does this mean that the problem does not lie with my computer but the ISP itself? Screw the ISP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4228700127362879251?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4228700127362879251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4228700127362879251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4228700127362879251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4228700127362879251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/11/near-heart-attack.html' title='Near Heart Attack'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4125580132586657122</id><published>2010-11-07T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:42:26.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><title type='text'>Pup Sleeptalking</title><content type='html'>This is too cute. Pup sleeptalking. Must be quarelling with other pups in its dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16CK72vEI1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16CK72vEI1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://purinaanimalallstars.yahoo.com/?v=8469519&amp;l=100000085&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4125580132586657122?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4125580132586657122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4125580132586657122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4125580132586657122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4125580132586657122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/11/pup-sleeptalking.html' title='Pup Sleeptalking'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5574013543609575642</id><published>2010-11-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:20:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Breathe</title><content type='html'>I have been sneezing and blowing my nose non stop from the moment I got up today. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to refrain from taking medication for the first few hours with hopes that I was able to overcome it. But after 4 hours of continuous sneezing and blowing, I was left with no choice but to swallow the medicine because my nose hurts from all that blowing. It didn't work and I continued sneezing and blowing for another 4-5 hours. Then I took the panacea, the wonder pill (a.k.a Panadol). But that did not help either. Two hours later, I took another runny nose stopper. That did not stop the runny nose either. At present, I am unable to breathe as nose is blocked. I strongly feel that being breathless is the result of taking the running nose medicine as this is not the first time I experience this ( difficulty breathing after taking the medicine). The dustbins are filled with my used tissues. Currently my nose hurts so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5574013543609575642?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5574013543609575642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5574013543609575642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5574013543609575642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5574013543609575642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-breathe.html' title='Can&apos;t Breathe'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7617091975248835682</id><published>2010-10-30T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T04:25:00.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do You Want To Dress Up As For Halloween?</title><content type='html'>It's time to play dress up again. Woots!!! For the pretty ones, it really doesn't matter what they intend to dress up as. At the end of the day, they are still pretty and beautiful to look at regardless of what they wear. The hideous ones on the other hand, well, basically they save up a lot on costumes. They don't have to spend a single cent on Halloween costumes. All they need to do is just be themselves for Halloween. Muahaha. Anyway, it's more like Halloween all year round for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I saw a photo of a kid. I felt so sorry for this kid. It is seriously not his fault that he resembles Frankenstein (blame it on his parents. To be exact the mother cause she resembles Frankenstein). I think many people feel the same way for him. Cause most of them have to tell little white lies by giving comments of praise on the photo his mother proudly posted. I'm not being mean or anything but that photo of him was seriously weird. His forehead was sky high and he had duck like lips. His hair was like a few pitiful strands sprouting from his scalp. Just visualise Frankenstein. It's karma that the kid ended up the way he looks. It's really pitiful that he has to pay for his parent's misdeeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of the poor kid. Anyway, if you happen to have someone whom annoys the shit out of you, this is the time for vengeance. Just tell that person you'd dress up as him/her for Halloween this year. Nuff said.&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/28658203-7617091975248835682?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7617091975248835682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7617091975248835682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7617091975248835682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7617091975248835682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-do-you-want-to-dress-up-as-for.html' title='Who Do You Want To Dress Up As For Halloween?'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6185758765424079279</id><published>2010-10-21T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:29:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Scam</title><content type='html'>I received an sms today that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Card Anda t'lah Berjaya&lt;br /&gt;$ 45.000.00,-&lt;br /&gt;Dr:CocaCola&lt;br /&gt;Sila Dail Office:01-4573-2788;&lt;br /&gt;No. Siri 005578&lt;br /&gt;Nampak di TV3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender:+60178345729&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person must have thought that I'm foolish enough to fall for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6185758765424079279?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6185758765424079279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6185758765424079279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6185758765424079279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6185758765424079279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/10/sms-scam.html' title='SMS Scam'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8747413281195027431</id><published>2010-10-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T08:09:53.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaws</title><content type='html'>During my schooling days, my teeth were the envy of all my friends as they were perfectly straight. I never had braces and yet my teeth were in perfect semicircles. I could bite into jelly like a mold without leaving any uneven marks on the jelly. For those who do not know me thought that the straightness was because of braces. But it is all natural. Gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things stated changing as I left high school and subsequently furthered my studies. My wisdom tooth started growing. The wisdom tooth on one side grew and started to push my teeth out of alignment. They are a bit crooked but still looks quite straight from far. The depressing thing now is the other wisdom tooth began to emerge lately. I am rather worried now as this tooth might push my teeth totally out of alignment and I might require braces to rectify the problem. My jaws are not big enough to accommodate all the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache now is to find a dentist with caliber to restore my crowning glory to it's glory days without breaking my jaw. The last time I had my tooth removed, the dentist almost dislocate my jaw. He tried removing my tooth before my gums became totally numb from the injection. After my tooth was removed, my gums couldn't stop bleeding. It was like a river of blood and I have to have my face in the sink every few minutes as my mouth became a reservoir of blood. Subsequently I had to go back to him to stop the bleeding. The dentist placed a pill into the wound and that hurt like hell. I have been traumatized since that incident. In a dilemma now. Sigh. Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8747413281195027431?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8747413281195027431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8747413281195027431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8747413281195027431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8747413281195027431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/10/jaws.html' title='Jaws'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-67214494070119760</id><published>2010-10-10T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:52:04.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.10</title><content type='html'>Ah....let's see. What can be said of this digits. 10.10.10. As a gimmick, it was said that this day signifies perfection. According to the chinese saying, the number 10 symbolises perfection (in cantonese "Sap chuen sap mei", or in mandarin "szer quen szer may"). So upon hearing this, baffoons rush to register their marriage on this day in hopes that their marriage will be perfect. I hate to break this to them, but whether or nor your marriage is going to be perfect is dependant on the person that you choose to be with for the rest of your life and not a day per se. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people also chose to register their marriage on this day because it's a once in a lifetime opportunity that the the numbers for the dd/mm/yy will be the same. The same was said for 08.08.08 and 09.09.09. Anyway, if you want to have the same number for the day-month-year on your marriage certificate, you can still do so for 11.11.11 and 12.12.12. If you don't register your marriage by then, you are doomed. You will be alone for the rest of your life. HAHAHAHA. I wonder why nobody said anything about 01.01.01, 02.02.02, 03.03.03, 04.04.04, 05.05.05, 06.06.06, and 07.07.07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great buzz on weddings for this date but nothing was mentioned for births and deaths. The gimmick for births could be delivering on the 10 October 2010 at 10.10 a.m/p.m.. It could have been said that babies born on this particular day would be perfect. Although we all know that a perfect baby would be dependant on the parents genes. Lousy genes will lead to lousy babies regardless of them being born on a perfect day. Hence there is no need to get feng shui consultation for the right timing of birth. Why weren't there any advertisement on the perfect death? The gimmick would be dying on the 10.10.10 would imply that you have lived a fulfilling life or born imperfect but died perfect. Point to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-67214494070119760?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/67214494070119760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=67214494070119760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/67214494070119760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/67214494070119760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10.10.10'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4555104752535451921</id><published>2010-09-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:44:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Call Me?!!!</title><content type='html'>When I came out from the bathroom this afternoon, I heard a beep from my phone. Upon checking my phone, I noted that I have a missed call. However, the call was from an unknown number. I thought to myself, "Well, if it's urgent the person will call back". Hence, I continued doing my stuff, that is getting dressed. A few minutes later, my phone rang again. This time my hands were covered in soap and it seem difficult in washing it off. Then the ringing stopped. I dried my hands and walked back into my room. Before I could have a look at my phone, it rang again. This time I managed to answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unidentified caller&lt;/span&gt;: Mummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Thinking to myself, when did I become a mum?) Who are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unidentified caller&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, sorry. (in slow motion) [as though I was pulling his leg] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!! When did I get promoted to Mum status? What's wrong with this person? He doesn't even know his own mother's handphone number. It is fine that you can't remember you friends' number, but your family members' number?...Especially your parents!! Sheesh! Can't even tell the difference in my voice. Rather give birth to roasted pork than you (literally translated from the cantonese proverb &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Sanng kao char siew hou kor sanng lei'&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4555104752535451921?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4555104752535451921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4555104752535451921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4555104752535451921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4555104752535451921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-did-you-call-me.html' title='What Did You Call Me?!!!'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8977097555286433935</id><published>2010-09-21T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:43:39.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>Mid Autumn Festival falls on Wednesday, 22 September 2010. Happy Mid Autumn Festival/ Happy Moon Cake Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Cakes for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHpFmOT4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuvR2rF9TNw/s1600/mooncake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHpFmOT4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuvR2rF9TNw/s320/mooncake1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519380852033605506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHpc7J0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yFcIWPo_0KA/s1600/mooncake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHpc7J0VI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yFcIWPo_0KA/s320/mooncake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519380858295406930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHp1aKNlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mb5w8R-IZxY/s1600/mooncake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHp1aKNlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mb5w8R-IZxY/s320/mooncake3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519380864867907154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHqbFkmBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EOuYO3YRYek/s1600/mooncake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHqbFkmBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EOuYO3YRYek/s320/mooncake5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519380874982103058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happened to notice there are only three in the box, well, one was eaten before I remember to snap a photo of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHqCPa5pI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WtPFrJI5ghw/s1600/mooncake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHqCPa5pI/AAAAAAAAAUc/WtPFrJI5ghw/s320/mooncake4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519380868312524434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy looking at the full moon and savouring the mooncakes for the Mooncake Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for knowledge, at present time, the mooncakes have been consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should really get paid for helping advertise for this company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8977097555286433935?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8977097555286433935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8977097555286433935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8977097555286433935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8977097555286433935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/09/mid-autumn-festival-2010.html' title='Mid Autumn Festival 2010'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJjHpFmOT4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/EuvR2rF9TNw/s72-c/mooncake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6583905025354866882</id><published>2010-09-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:18:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Mid Autumn Festival Came Into Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJXUykC6FMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/GhMDw1eS4MQ/s1600/lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJXUykC6FMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/GhMDw1eS4MQ/s320/lantern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518550883546830018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with the Mid-Autumn Festival a.k.a. the Moon cake festival, I would like to share some folklore on Mid Autumn festival. Personlly, I didn't even know of the first three folklore and only found out about them while watching a television programme yesterday. Not too sure if I got it right as the programme was in Mandarin. My Mandarin proficiency is that of a Primary school kid or perhaps kindy level as I am English educated and have never had any official lessons on Mandarin. So don't penalise me if the folklore aren't accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Folklore 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago, there were 10 suns shining down on earth.  The heat emitted by the sun was unbearable, resulting in drought and withering crops. Then a warrior named Ho Yi shot nine arrows into the sky and extinguished 9 of the 10 suns. The Earth was then left with one sun shining down on it. A goddess descended from the Heavens and awarded Ho Yi with an elixir of immortality. Ho Yi the warrior then gave the elixir to his wife Chang Er. One day, when Ho Yi was away from home, a man with bad intentions went to his house. This man called Peng Meng tried to steal the elixir from Chang Er as he wanted to be immortal. The warrior’s wife, Chang Er knowing that she couldn’t fight off Peng Meng, swallowed the elixir. She then floated and ascended to the sky and landed on the moon. She has been living on the moon ever since. Hence on the fifteenth of the eighth month on the Chinese lunar calendar, people will pay tribute to the lady in the moon with hope of getting a blessing from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Folklore 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, three Gods descended from the Heaven and disguised themselves as 3 pitiful old men. They met three animals on Earth namely a Monkey, a Fox and a Rabbit. The three men then asked for some food from the three animals.  Both the Monkey and the Fox offered the three men the food that they have. The Rabbit, not having anything to give to the three men offered itself and leapt into the fire. Touched by the Rabbits sacrifice, the three men transformed the Rabbit into the Jade Rabbit when the rabbit ascended to heaven. The Jade Rabbit resides on the Moon and makes elixir. On the fifteenth of the eighth month on the Chinese lunar calendar, the “shadow/image” of the Jade Rabbit pounding Elixir could be spotted on the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Folklore 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend has it that there is a wood cutter that chops trees in the Moon. His name is Wu Gang.  He was demoted from his warrior position because of a mistake he made. As punishment, he was made a wood cutter at the Moon Palace. Wu Gang could never finish chopping the tree because every time the tree is chopped it would restore itself magically. Hence this is an eternal punishment to Wu Gang as he has to chop the laurel tree that will never fall. It is claimed that on the fifteenth of the eighth lunar month of the Chinese calendar, the “image/shadow” of a wood cutter could be seen on the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Folklore 4&lt;/span&gt; (This I have eard of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a war erupted. The army contingents have to be very cautious of their speech as there were spies among them. The battle plans were highly confidential. Hence it could not be communicated to their comrades in letters for fear of the plans being leaked to the enemy. They then came up with a plan. The battle plans were communicated in strips of paper placed in moon cakes that are sent to their comrades in other army contingents. That is how the moon cake came into being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6583905025354866882?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6583905025354866882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6583905025354866882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6583905025354866882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6583905025354866882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-mid-autumn-festival-came-into-being.html' title='How Mid Autumn Festival Came Into Being'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TJXUykC6FMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/GhMDw1eS4MQ/s72-c/lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1695079171691869704</id><published>2010-09-11T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T03:39:57.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coaster" Highway</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, when I logged into Facebook, I saw a post that made me laugh my head off. It was posted by someone who claims she is genius in everything and the rest of the world are retards. She posted " Stuck in stupid jam at COASTER HIGHWAY". What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose having a baby made her lose half of her brains. Or perhaps she didn't have much to begin with. She couldn't tell the difference between COASTER and COASTAL. Coaster Highway. HAHAHAHA. No wonder she's stuck in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do not usually penalise people for spelling mistakes but because she is an anal bitch that attacked me for no apparent reason, it is only just that a post is written on her pathetic mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1695079171691869704?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1695079171691869704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1695079171691869704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1695079171691869704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1695079171691869704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/09/coaster-highway.html' title='&quot;Coaster&quot; Highway'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2938079464807487968</id><published>2010-08-22T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:32:36.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidest Dream Ever</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had the stupidest dream ever. In the dream my mother was shrieking while spraying insecticide at the lizard (just as what she always does in real life). She was calling out to me to hit the lizard with a broom. Being the ever filial me, I obliged, took a broom and went to her rescue. I lifted the broom and hit the lizard. It fell to the ground and bit me in the foot. The bite was so painful and surreal. My foot actually felt painful when the lizard bit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is I actually remember the dream albeit it is a stupid one. What does that dream mean anyway? Is it a bad omen? Besides, lizards don't bite. Or do they? I don't think lizards have teeth. Or does someone with features of a lizard is out to get me? Perhaps someone whose name has the word l-i-z-a-r-d in it out to get me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2938079464807487968?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2938079464807487968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2938079464807487968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2938079464807487968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2938079464807487968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupidest-dream-ever.html' title='Stupidest Dream Ever'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1571704860951158617</id><published>2010-08-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:44:39.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Dreamed A Dream</title><content type='html'>Glee has again sung a song that depicts my feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Dreamed A Dream (Glee cast version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high and life worth living&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung no wine untasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night&lt;br /&gt;(But the tigers come at night)&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart&lt;br /&gt;(As they tear your hope apart)&lt;br /&gt;And they turn your dream to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together&lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;And there are storms we cannot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7fWz4WBNs4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7fWz4WBNs4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, clip taken from youtube and lyrics googled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1571704860951158617?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1571704860951158617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1571704860951158617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1571704860951158617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1571704860951158617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dreamed-dream.html' title='I Dreamed A Dream'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7183806299962443182</id><published>2010-08-06T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:45:24.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Additional Flavouring</title><content type='html'>I was really hungry this morning but there was nothing to munch on. Hence, I decided to fill my stomach with instant noodles. I looked into the cabinet in search for instant noodles to cook. After looking through the different flavours of noodles in the cabinet, I decided to go for the 'dry' style noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyilr1utI/AAAAAAAAATs/vv1CMXBJSDY/s1600/worm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyilr1utI/AAAAAAAAATs/vv1CMXBJSDY/s320/worm4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502328414552832722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking the noodles, I transfered the drained noodles into a plate to be mixed with the flavouring. I was about to eat it when my eye spotted something on the rim of the plate. To my horror it was a worm. I was so grossed out by that worm hence I threw the plate of noodles away. After packing the noodles in a plastic bag, I poured the bowl of water that was used to cooked the noodles into the kitchen sink. That was when I saw the other family members of the worm. There were all different sizes of worms in the sink from big to minute ones. Thankfully I didn't put that plate of cooked noodles into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyiS-u2QI/AAAAAAAAATk/1Aa09I211LU/s1600/worm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyiS-u2QI/AAAAAAAAATk/1Aa09I211LU/s320/worm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502328409531799810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mr Worm's family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyiMYotVI/AAAAAAAAATc/ISQKm93LZ0s/s1600/worm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyiMYotVI/AAAAAAAAATc/ISQKm93LZ0s/s320/worm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502328407761401170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tiny spck to the right in the above photo is the baby of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyh9iKowI/AAAAAAAAATU/PvvisRIGMEo/s1600/worm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyh9iKowI/AAAAAAAAATU/PvvisRIGMEo/s320/worm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502328403774841602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is, "Don't consume noodles that have been around for a while".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7183806299962443182?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7183806299962443182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7183806299962443182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7183806299962443182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7183806299962443182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/08/additional-flavouring.html' title='Additional Flavouring'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TFwyilr1utI/AAAAAAAAATs/vv1CMXBJSDY/s72-c/worm4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-387382006620533893</id><published>2010-07-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:46:28.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Farewell Old Faithful</title><content type='html'>The sky was dark and gloomy this morning. The wind stated blowing and got stronger by the minute. The silence of the morning was filled with the sound of thunder. The strong wind blew everything in every direction. It was as though the wind would turn into a tornado. It was as though the sky was reflecting Old Faithful's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of metal banging incessantly and the countless attempts to ignite the Old Faithful's heart was akin to a marching band in practice. A peek out the window, there stood a man persistantly plonking away on Old Faithful's chest. First attempt, Old Faithful'd heart beat a while then stopped. The man then embarked on the second attempt. Negative. Third attempt. The sky started pouring. The sound of metal banging ceased. It poured like the dam in heaven broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment it seemed like Old Faithful was crying. Saddened by the fact that she will no longer be staying with the family she has been with for the past 20 over years. After a while, the rain stopped. The sound of plonking resumed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tried to revive Old Faithful's heart. A heartbeat was detected but ceased in a matter of moments. A few more attempts ensued. Then it poured again. And all resurrection activity ceased. It rained a while then it stopped. The plonking sound resumed. This time, Old Faithful's heart stated beating. The plonking sound stopped. Then there were sound of cars driving by, followed by silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked out the window again, Old Faithful was gone. She left without bidding farewell. My heart sank. The spot where Old Faithful used to occupy is now left with memories of what used to be there. I truely feel the saying 'You don't know what you've got until it's gone', now. Old faitful has been family even before I was born. It has been servicing us from kindy through high school and even part of college, when it's health deteriorated. Farewell Old Faithful. May you be happy with your new family. I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA-tOsM6F4Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA-tOsM6F4Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-387382006620533893?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/387382006620533893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=387382006620533893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/387382006620533893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/387382006620533893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/07/farewell-old-faithful.html' title='Farewell Old Faithful'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5698258642761488443</id><published>2010-06-28T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T04:27:58.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>I received a message from a friend about an outing today. That prompted me to look at the calendar and realised, gosh my birthday is less than a week away. I can't believe it. How fast time passes by. A year ago, I had to put up with old kids ( that is adults that behave like kids) during the time of my birthday. What a horrible experience that was. Dealing with kids is bad enough but dealing with old kids is just terrible. Fast forward a year later, all I can say is the old kids are not getting anywhere bigger or should it be older. In fact they seem to be reversing into toddlers and foetuses and soon disintegrating back into ovum and sperms. Anyway sarcasm aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should be rejoicing that I am soon to be a year older or be depressed that my youth is fading away. I suppose the Peter Pan syndrome does not apply to everyone. If you are wondering what the Peter Pan syndrome is, it is a term that I have coined to describe people that refuses to grow up, just like Peter Pan himself. Someone must have hit the forward button cause I am certainly brisking through my teens and early years of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks, I am sixteen. More exact fifteen going on sixteen. (Winks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5698258642761488443?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5698258642761488443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5698258642761488443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5698258642761488443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5698258642761488443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/06/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2567206314140418295</id><published>2010-06-24T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:47:08.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Leave Right Now</title><content type='html'>Using songs to describe my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leave Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Will Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I'm here just like I said&lt;br /&gt;Though its breaking every rule I've ever made&lt;br /&gt;My racing heart is just the same&lt;br /&gt;Why make it strong to break it once again?&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love to say I do&lt;br /&gt;Give everything to you&lt;br /&gt;But I can never now be true&lt;br /&gt;So I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weaker and weaker&lt;br /&gt;Somebody better show me out&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall any deeper&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better leave right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm here so please explain&lt;br /&gt;Why you're opening up a healing wound again&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more careful&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it shows&lt;br /&gt;But if I lose the highs, at least I'm spared the lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Now I tremble in your arms&lt;br /&gt;What could be the harm&lt;br /&gt;To feel my spirit calm&lt;br /&gt;So I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Middle 8]&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to say&lt;br /&gt;How good it feels seeing you today&lt;br /&gt;I see you've got your smile back&lt;br /&gt;Like you say your right on track&lt;br /&gt;But you may never know why&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten twice is shy&lt;br /&gt;If I'm proud perhaps I should explain&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to lose you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niXOQHZjHug&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niXOQHZjHug&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the download for this song.If anyone is able to, kindly let me know where I can download the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2567206314140418295?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2567206314140418295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2567206314140418295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2567206314140418295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2567206314140418295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/06/leave-right-now.html' title='Leave Right Now'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5292604195666522985</id><published>2010-06-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:47:48.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Total Eclipse Of The Heart</title><content type='html'>When I first heard this song on Glee, I didn't really fancy it. However, it did sound really familiar. Then I looked it up in youtube. I have indeeed heard of this song before. When I was little. It is either a late 80s or early 90s song. How do I recall hearing this song? Well, it is because I have cousins in their teens during that decade. Lol. Anyway, this song has been repeatedly played on my Ipod as it has become quite personal and relatable. It kinda describes part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Total Eclipse Of The Heart - Glee cast version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you only hold me tight We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight, forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do... a total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say... a total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Turn around, bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee-total-eclipse-of-heart-lyrics.html#ixzz0qHVAJZPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart Lyrics on http://lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee-total-eclipse-of-heart-lyrics.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uc7FIun_85Q&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uc7FIun_85Q&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lyrics and Video are Googled and not written by the writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5292604195666522985?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5292604195666522985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5292604195666522985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5292604195666522985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5292604195666522985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/06/total-eclipse-of-heart.html' title='Total Eclipse Of The Heart'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6253270158286482881</id><published>2010-06-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:30:17.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed By The Cold Bug</title><content type='html'>I was cursed by the cold bug when I woke up from my slumber yesterday. I couldn't stop sneezing. My nose was like a faulty running tap. I kept sneezing and blowing my nose till it hurt so badly. I decided to let my antibody do the fighting. When my antibody could no longer fight the cold bug, I had to resort to taking the cold medication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well after I took the cold medicine. My nose stopped running and I was active as ever. All was well until the effects of the medication starts kicking in. I began feeling drowsy and my whole body became limp. All that I was able to do was to lie down. I tried to get some sleep to overcome it but all that I was able to do was to drift in and out of sleep. The hangover of the medication was indeed terrible. But it indeed managed to stop the sneezing and runny nose right after the medicine is consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was the last pill I had, I asked my mum to buy me some from the pharmacy. When she got back she informed me that the pharmacist said that the medicine is no longer available as it contained some controlled substance favoured by drug addicts. No wonder the hangover was so severe. Laughs. I took the final control substance medication and ended up with a terrible hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6253270158286482881?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6253270158286482881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6253270158286482881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6253270158286482881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6253270158286482881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/06/cursed-by-cold-bug.html' title='Cursed By The Cold Bug'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6225525282219163537</id><published>2010-06-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:52:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatamala Sinkhole 2010</title><content type='html'>I was reading the newspaper the other day and a picture caught my attention. There was a huge hole in the picture. And surrounding that hole were buildings that resembles houses. The description below the picture was that it was a sinkhole in the Guatamala city. Goodness gracious. Seriously, Guatamala has been hit with several natural disasters within a few days. Since the report in the newspaper was yesterday's news, I did some searching on the internet to find out more. Luckily there weren't anyone in the building that went into the sinkhole. That hole looks so deep and huge. It's creepy. It is like going to bed and waking up the following day to find yourself in the center of the earth. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of the sinkhole taken from Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TAqLGgMWewI/AAAAAAAAATM/_s1GIhbnG-0/s1600/sinkholes-holes-ground-2010-guatemala-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TAqLGgMWewI/AAAAAAAAATM/_s1GIhbnG-0/s320/sinkholes-holes-ground-2010-guatemala-city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479344840486845186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6225525282219163537?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6225525282219163537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6225525282219163537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6225525282219163537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6225525282219163537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/06/guatamala-sinkhole-2010.html' title='Guatamala Sinkhole 2010'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/TAqLGgMWewI/AAAAAAAAATM/_s1GIhbnG-0/s72-c/sinkholes-holes-ground-2010-guatemala-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-9119827497832435602</id><published>2010-05-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:39:28.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. Please Leave Your Name</title><content type='html'>The most rewarding thing from blogging is to have readers. It is even more rewarding if you know your readers by name. In that way, you know you have regular followers and at the same time made some friends. It feels good to know that what you post is appreciated. So the next time you stop by, just drop a "Hi" or a comment under your name and not anonymous. That way I will know who you are and I can address you by name. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-9119827497832435602?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/9119827497832435602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=9119827497832435602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/9119827497832435602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/9119827497832435602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/05/ps-please-leave-your-name.html' title='P.S. Please Leave Your Name'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3756583437722218502</id><published>2010-05-28T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:57:00.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;St Gorgeous turns four today, 28 May 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happy 4th Birthday/ Happy Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3756583437722218502?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3756583437722218502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3756583437722218502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3756583437722218502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3756583437722218502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/05/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-314552857280544595</id><published>2010-05-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:04:34.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Service</title><content type='html'>The past week has been the most furstrating week. Having to deal with incompetant people really makes one's blood boil. It all started with a phone call to the internet service provider with a request to get the password for the internet connection. All hell broke loose there on. That particular phone call proved to be "fatal". There was no internet connection right after that call. Flat. Negative. For one whole week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was that phone call made in the first place? Well, the story begins with a router. All this while my computers have be running on cable for internet connection. Then the router showed up and messed things up. And you thought that plugging in all the wires and cables will make your home a WiFi zone, Boy are you wrong! The router has to go through some setting that is totally alien to me. Well, although I did touch a little on IT stuff in university but all that was purely theoretical. This whole setting thing was certainly not part of the syllabus. Especially so for non IT majors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of that setting up the whole router thing, I was told that I needed the username and password for my internet account. That was a really big problem as all this while the computers have been automatically connected to the internet whenever it is turned on. Having used this broadband thing for 6 years or so without having to type the connection details each time has indeed made us forgetful. I don't even remember what the username and password is anymore since it has not been in use all this while. So a call was made to the service provider company to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving us our account details, we could no longer connect to the internet. That resulted in multiple calls to the telco requesting them to help us solve the problem through out the entire week, several calls a day. The result was they kept guiding me through the same steps that leads no where. At the end of every call, there is no internet connection and the hang up tagline from the telco's side is "Is there anything else that I can help you with?". Well, there certainly is. FIX MY INTERNET CONNECTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole cycle is repeated throughout the week. I even requested that the telco send their technician over everytime I call but they never did for they don't do house calls. So for the whole week, It was call after call repeating the same matter over and over to a string of telco employees with no conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does an internet service provider company monopolise the internet service industry when it clearly doesn't have the capabilities to do so? If a company wants to be the pioneer in the internet service industry, the least it can do is to have competant employees who can comprehand the English language, listens before executing, and is able to solve problems that is caused by the stupidity of their own staff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-314552857280544595?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/314552857280544595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=314552857280544595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/314552857280544595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/314552857280544595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-of-service.html' title='Out Of Service'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-24467444344141018</id><published>2010-05-06T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:23:43.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloated</title><content type='html'>I am so bloated right now that I can't even sit. I should have drank so much but I just couldn't help it. The extremely hot weather made me extremely thirsty. Groan. How does one get rid of the bloated feeling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-24467444344141018?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/24467444344141018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=24467444344141018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/24467444344141018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/24467444344141018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloated.html' title='Bloated'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6613522302920145249</id><published>2010-04-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:03:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Purchase Disonance</title><content type='html'>Murphy's Law has always been synonymous with my haircuts. According to Murphy's Law "If anything can go wrong, it will". The same theory applies to every haircut that I get. It never turns out right. Regardless of which hairstylist I go to, professionally acclaimed ones, costing a bomb, the end product is always the same...DISSAPOINTING and DISASTROUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current phase that I am going through is known as Post-Purchase Disonance. Post- Purchase Disonance is whereby, after a purchase, the consumer deliberates whether or not they have made the correct decision in purchasing a particular product and might feel that an alternative would have been a more preferable choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently deliberating whether or not I have done the right thing in getting the haircut. Perhaps I should have just kept the hair for a little longer. The thing is, my "fringe" was long and I was starting to look like a red indian. (No offence to the red indians. Just trying to describe my hair). But I suppose it is much better than looking like a country bumpkin-retard now. Why do the hairstylist with "professional" certification, acclaimed expertise and years of experience never fail to make me look like crap? Why is it so difficult for them to give me nice, decent, and presentable haistyles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be an accreditation board to govern the hairstyling industry and a benchmark should be set as to what falls under the constituence of decent and presentable. Perhaps it should be more like the professional bodies of Accounting whereby there are accounting standards to govern the profession and those practising it needs to abide with the standards set. Hairstylists that do not abide by the standards would have their licenses revoked or pay a hefty penalty. Hairstylists should also be banned from claiming themselves as professionals unless they have passed the examinations as what accountants go through to get their professional status. Hairstylists should also be compelled to attend improvement courses annually to retain their professional titles lest their skills  and standard deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!... What can I do about my hair now? Frustrating. Emo big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6613522302920145249?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6613522302920145249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6613522302920145249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6613522302920145249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6613522302920145249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-purchase-disonance.html' title='Post-Purchase Disonance'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5200690468160758814</id><published>2010-04-15T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:25:48.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Howdy, I'm back from the non-blogging break. Computer died on me in the previous post. Technically it didn't die entirely. Just got totally blind on one side which make things really difficult. Perhaps that is called "died" or "dead". Anyway, nothing much to say in this entry. Just wanted to announce that I'm back from the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it is really hot! So hot that makes one wanna take off all clothes and jump into the sea or a pool to cool off (just metaphorically speaking). Anyway, the water would be too hot and it would be akin to dipping in a boiling pot of water. The weather is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Written using new baby. Loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5200690468160758814?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5200690468160758814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5200690468160758814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5200690468160758814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5200690468160758814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6161115778207857361</id><published>2010-03-17T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:49:08.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Lappy Breathing Its Last</title><content type='html'>I am sadden to announce that Lappy is breathing its last. I can hardly read what's on the display anymore. There are probably many spelling errors in this entry as I can't read what on the other half of the screen. Farewell Lappy. May you rest in peace. Love you always. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CseEhnXzI/AAAAAAAAATE/qarDmoD0BkI/s1600-h/lappie8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CseEhnXzI/AAAAAAAAATE/qarDmoD0BkI/s320/lappie8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545181729087282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsdniEJ8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/vhY8RMvKR5w/s1600-h/lappie7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsdniEJ8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/vhY8RMvKR5w/s320/lappie7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545173946345410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsdXDQKhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lDrkX-Z0EpA/s1600-h/lappie6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsdXDQKhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lDrkX-Z0EpA/s320/lappie6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545169522141714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTh6DfDI/AAAAAAAAASs/HD6lGvbX8Ow/s1600-h/lappie5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTh6DfDI/AAAAAAAAASs/HD6lGvbX8Ow/s320/lappie5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449545000637660210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTYIsPJI/AAAAAAAAASk/nuPOC9-2bFw/s1600-h/lappie4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTYIsPJI/AAAAAAAAASk/nuPOC9-2bFw/s320/lappie4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449544998014696594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTLxy5tI/AAAAAAAAASc/q3NDOUJg8DY/s1600-h/lappie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsTLxy5tI/AAAAAAAAASc/q3NDOUJg8DY/s320/lappie3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449544994697438930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsSs0h2mI/AAAAAAAAASU/lISa4ESod2s/s1600-h/lappie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsSs0h2mI/AAAAAAAAASU/lISa4ESod2s/s320/lappie2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449544986387405410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsSdjXpuI/AAAAAAAAASM/AmAHi7_nZN4/s1600-h/lappie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CsSdjXpuI/AAAAAAAAASM/AmAHi7_nZN4/s320/lappie1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449544982288901858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6161115778207857361?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6161115778207857361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6161115778207857361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6161115778207857361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6161115778207857361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/03/lappy-breathing-its-last.html' title='Lappy Breathing Its Last'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S6CseEhnXzI/AAAAAAAAATE/qarDmoD0BkI/s72-c/lappie8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5286632074522476316</id><published>2010-03-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:51:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitten III</title><content type='html'>I saw kitten today after dinner. He (not too sure of it's gender) is all grown up now. A teenager already. He is almost as big as his mother is now. He(kitten) was lingering the back lane with his mom. I tried to attract it's attention by making some sounds. It didn't turn around initially. But after several attempts, it finally turned around. It looked at me for a second then turned away. It seems that kitten no longer recognises me or perhaps it never did remember me. It's been a month now since I "rescued" it from the drain. He's all grown up already. How time flies. How quickly he grew. And I thought cats have good memory. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5286632074522476316?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5286632074522476316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5286632074522476316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5286632074522476316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5286632074522476316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/03/kitten-iii.html' title='Kitten III'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4342283201236435711</id><published>2010-03-09T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:50:06.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Longest Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YW8aqNmZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rIiM3fVLkgg/s1600-h/convo_cy1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YW8aqNmZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rIiM3fVLkgg/s320/convo_cy1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446566026555529618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest ever wait has finally come to an end. Wasn't as enthusiastic as I should have been. Well...probably cause of the wait and somehow as time passes by, other things get priority over this. Or perhaps I have moved on after the long wait. Finally, this chapter of life can be closed. All that is left of this chapter are memories of things and people that used to be part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down memory lane. A glimpse of a place where I spent most of my time at, once upon a time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YermYa_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sG5V_-UThhE/s1600-h/disted3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YermYa_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sG5V_-UThhE/s320/disted3252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574533737381362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye-XL1DvI/AAAAAAAAARs/MKhLnLqvMgU/s1600-h/disted3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye-XL1DvI/AAAAAAAAARs/MKhLnLqvMgU/s320/disted3277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574856075546354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye9_qYqFI/AAAAAAAAARk/wnph0iNCWZ0/s1600-h/disted3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye9_qYqFI/AAAAAAAAARk/wnph0iNCWZ0/s320/disted3274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574849761257554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye9MBoCgI/AAAAAAAAARc/Sdj_pLpIYcY/s1600-h/disted3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye9MBoCgI/AAAAAAAAARc/Sdj_pLpIYcY/s320/disted3273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574835900090882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye8pgMUII/AAAAAAAAARU/Vox5gX1us8E/s1600-h/disted3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye8pgMUII/AAAAAAAAARU/Vox5gX1us8E/s320/disted3272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574826633056386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Yes1I1bpI/AAAAAAAAARM/u_Z90N0yBxA/s1600-h/disted3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Yes1I1bpI/AAAAAAAAARM/u_Z90N0yBxA/s320/disted3270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574554878406290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Yesuz4j5I/AAAAAAAAARE/Aec2vx-nzko/s1600-h/disted3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Yesuz4j5I/AAAAAAAAARE/Aec2vx-nzko/s320/disted3267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574553179918226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YesMgKQCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xat0JcHEQIs/s1600-h/disted3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YesMgKQCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xat0JcHEQIs/s320/disted3264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574543970385954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toiled hard and I can look back with pride to say that I worked for what I own today and not leeched my way through university. Every achievement that I obtain is covered in my sweat and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over a year long wait and battle, our convocation finally eventuate. Not to mention I spent a bomb for this. And I have to say, the light refreshment served at the end of the event was indeed really light. There wasn't enough finger food to feed the crowd that turned up for the event. I hardly had anything and indirectly "fast" from morning till evening. On top of that, I fell sick after the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YfItJs0ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/P_nujoAY3Xk/s1600-h/ghotel3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YfItJs0ZI/AAAAAAAAASE/P_nujoAY3Xk/s320/ghotel3324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446575033770889618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YfIGY8uvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yLaJUFkGcgI/s1600-h/ghotel3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YfIGY8uvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yLaJUFkGcgI/s320/ghotel3322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446575023365864178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye-vGH3DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aF_gjUzSWyY/s1600-h/disted3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5Ye-vGH3DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/aF_gjUzSWyY/s320/disted3321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446574862494063666" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/S5YW71AmtsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Js1ynXUnlQE/s1600-h/convo3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YW71AmtsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Js1ynXUnlQE/s320/convo3319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446566016448902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the flowers, well, they withered two days after the event. The flowers weren't cheap and yet they couldn't last long enough to bloom a little more.  Next time, I am going to buy crystal flowers. Then they wouldn't wither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4342283201236435711?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4342283201236435711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4342283201236435711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4342283201236435711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4342283201236435711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/03/longest-wait.html' title='The Longest Wait'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S5YW8aqNmZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rIiM3fVLkgg/s72-c/convo_cy1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2067497764438924153</id><published>2010-02-28T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:23:58.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap Goh Meh</title><content type='html'>Alas, the Chinese New Year celebration has come to an end. The 28 February marks the 15th and final day of the Chinese New Year. On this day, Chinese girls will head to the seafront or maybe nowadays anywhere where there is a pool of water to "toss mandarin oranges" into the water. It is believed that by doing so, the girls will be able to find a suitor and do not have to end up a spinster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do the girls not end up being spinsters just by throwing mandarin oranges into the water? Well, the eligible bachelors will scoop up the mandarin oranges from the water and then somehow miraculously scout out the girl that threw it. In order for that to happen I suppose the girls would have to write down their contact details on the mandarin oranges. Or better still, get tech advanced and attach some GPS to the mandarin oranges for easy tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be easier to just give the mandarin orange directly to the person that catches the eye rather than throwing it into the sea and having the mandarin oranges mixed up with others? Besides, the only people that would be able to scoop out the mandarin oranges from the water would most probably be fishermen. Which CEO, CFO, COO, doctor, accountant, lawyer, engineer, architect or businessman would go to the sea to fish out oranges? Besides, if no one scoops out the mandarin oranges from the sea then that would be pollution now wouldn't it? Turtles might choke on the mandarin oranges and die as a result. Then we would indirectly be killing the already endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the mandarin orange tossing. Nowadays, not only mandarin oranges are tossed into the sea (or water). An article in the papers states that bananas are being tossed into the sea by single men apart from the usual oranges by girls. Not too sure whether other variants of fruits will have the same effect as mandarin oranges. As I keep mentioning throughout this entry, mandarin orange are used because it is the norm to toss mandarin oranges and not oranges. I suppose since it's a celebration on the final day of Chinese New Year, it is only right to use the Chinese fruit.  Maybe it could be because there are leftover mandarin oranges from Chinese New Year, so might as well put them to good use {laughs}. Smart thinking the Chinese have there. Being thrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So single ladies, prepare your mandarin oranges and head to the nearest seafront or pool of water and try your luck on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year. Suitors not guaranteed. Happy Chinese Valentine's Day and Chap Goh Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't ask me who came up with this whole mandarin orange tossing thing. I don't know and I am not the one that created this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2067497764438924153?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2067497764438924153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2067497764438924153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2067497764438924153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2067497764438924153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/chap-goh-meh.html' title='Chap Goh Meh'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3505920257564054114</id><published>2010-02-22T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:41:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>I had been pretty preoccupied the past two weeks with the reunion road trip and Chinese New Year celebration and a little shopping here and there. Hence the lack of blogging for the past few weeks. Back to the story. This time around, a consensus was reached for our trip ; that is to take the bus instead of driving (which we normally do). Our bus ride at the beginning of our trip was fine albeit the noisy squeaking the the bus produced throughout the journey. Two days ago, we took a bus home after our Chinese New Year holiday away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the tickets to the destination as well as the return tickets together. We chose our seats and that was clearly printed on the tickets for both ways. On the day of departure for the journey back, when we boarded the bus and were then told that it is free seating. What do you mean by free seating when we have pre-booked our seats when we purchased our tickets two weeks ago? We have selected our seats and paid for the chosen seats when we purchased our tickets. That is the "contract" that is agreed upon between us and the bus company (Plusliner) when we paid for the tickets. That is tolerable as we still managed to find seats in the lousy disorganised bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes prior to departure, the conductor ascended the bus and started doing a head count. There was a discrepancy in the number of passengers on-board and the number on the list of expected passengers. So the conductor asked "Who has the 1 o'clock ticket". No one replied. Left with no choice he has to check the tickets again. The culprit turns out to be an elderly Malay lady. Immediately her daughter got into the bus to her defense. Her daughter claimed that she had purchased the 10 o'clock ticket but the ticketing person issued the wrong ticket. The conductor politely asked the Malay lady to descend the bus but both mother and daughter refused to budge claiming that it is the bus company's fault. The bus driver then ascended the bus and asked what the commotion is about. Upon seeing that they are of the same race, the bus driver told the elderly Malay lady to take a seat, and if there is no one coming up the next few minutes, she can take this bus instead of the 1 p.m. bus. Clearly she was one lucky lady. Although the bus was full, she still managed to retained the seat although she should have descended and take her designated 1 o'clock bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours into the journey, the bus suddenly took a turn into a small town. we though the bus was stopping at a rest stop for a toilet break. Instead the bus kept going without stopping. After a while "touring" the small town, the bus turned into a bus terminal and parked at the parking bay. We thought it was the usual stop for toilet break so we hurriedly rush to the washroom. We had to climb up a flight of stairs just like the Batu Caves to get to the washroom. Upon reaching the entrance of the washroom we were caught with surprised that we need to pay 30 cents per person to use the washroom. We were surprised not because of the amount but because the usual PLUS  rest stops does not require a fee for the use of the washroom. Not only did the Plusliner bus not stop at the PLUS rest stop as they normally do, we had to pay to use the stinky, lousy washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried back to the bus within 5 minutes. Upon entering the bus we were surprised to find no one in the bus. We were then told that we are supposed to board the bus that is parked next to the initial bus. Shocked and surprised, we quickly took our hand carry and descended the first bus. We asked to retrieve our luggage from the luggage compartment but was told that all luggage has been transferred to the next bus. Not wanting to take things for granted, we asked to checked whether our luggage has been transferred. Initially reluctant to let us do so, the Plusliner man finally agreed. We then asked to check whether our luggage is in the trunk of the second bus. The Plusliner man refused again. I gave him an irritated look and he reluctantly agreed again. He opened two compartments for me to check. I saw two of our luggage but couldn't seem to find the third. I asked to check the third luggage compartment. The Plusliner man refused to open the final trunk compartment claiming that "Itu Melayu punya" (meaning that is the Malay's luggage compartment). So much for the 1 Malaysia spirit. Here our government goes about instilling the 1Malaysia spirit, there the people go about discriminating Chinese, Indian and Malay luggage. I was really irritated by then and clearly that showed on my face. He then reluctantly opened the final luggage compartment for my inspection. Upon seeing my luggage that has been perching precariously on the other luggage, I told the Plusliner man that that is my bag and he closed the trunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the second bus, I was even more angry as there were no seats left. We booked 3 seat when I purchased the bus tickets and chose the seats. The seat numbers were printed on the tickets but now it is simply random seating and our seats were clearly taken. I was moving back and forth in the bus in search for a seat but there was none. Then a passenger pointed to a vacant seat next to a fat guy. He sat there like a mountain and did not bother to signal that there is an empty seat next to him. Such a selfish person. If it is not because of his humongous physique, I would have found the seat. I am not being mean or discriminating but this selfish behaviour of these people really gets on my nerves. There I was baking in the sun for the next two hours as the curtain failed to cover my seat. I ended up with a headache when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tickets for the other bus companies were not sold out, we wouldn't have bought the Plusliner tickets. Never in the history of a bus ride were we required to change bus without notice. Plusliner should have told us that we are required to switch buses when we purchased our tickets. They should get our consent prior to the sale of the tickets and not after the sale. Customers should be notified beforehand, that it is free seating in the bus and they are required to switch buses and if they do not wish to go through that, then the sale of tickets should not have been closed. It is wrong for Plusliner to issue tickets with designated seat numbers to customers and not inform the customers that the seat numbers means nothing for it is free seating anyway and that they are required to switch buses halfway through the journey. What's the point of issuing tickets with seat number when it is free seating? Redundant. What's worse is that there is no toilet break which means everyone are suppose to be camels when they travel. This is by far the most horrible bus ride that I have ever taken. Even a "dancing" bus ride is much more pleasant than this one. At least I know for sure that I do not have to worry about boarding the wrong bus or having my seat taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3505920257564054114?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3505920257564054114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3505920257564054114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3505920257564054114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3505920257564054114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/horrible-bus-ride.html' title='Horrible Bus Ride'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1734024030509001900</id><published>2010-02-12T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:02:30.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY &amp; Valentines 2010</title><content type='html'>What a coincidence that Chinese New Year and Valentine's day falls on the same day this year. Tomorrow is the eve of both Chinese New Year and Valentine's. The buzz that has been ongoing is how would you spend February 14 this year? Celebrate Chinese New Year with your Family or Valentine's with your beloved other half? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people try to show their filial side said that they would celebrate Chinese New Year with their family since Valentine's can celebrated annually. Well, Chinese New Year is an annual event too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said they would celebrate Chinese New year with their family during the day and Valentine's on the other half of the day. Personally, I think this is the wisest solution. Well, you can collect red packets and at the same time, spend time with your other half without having to sacrifice either side. The money collected from the red packets could be spent for Valentine's too. Since it is really rare that both events fall on the same day and we won't know when the two events will fall on the same day again, it is best to celebrate both. This is what you call having the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine's day. This will probably be the final post for the year of the Ox. The next post will probably be in the Year of the Tiger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1734024030509001900?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1734024030509001900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1734024030509001900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1734024030509001900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1734024030509001900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-valentines-2010.html' title='CNY &amp; Valentines 2010'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1367775580905500032</id><published>2010-02-01T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:24:25.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters In The Lake</title><content type='html'>A long long time ago, someone in Scotland claimed that there is a monster in the lake. That claim has made that lake a tourist attraction to this day. There's even a man who quit his job and camp by the lake just to catch a glimpse of Loch Ness or as it is widely known today, Nessie, the monster residing in the lake. Many has refuted that claim that there is indeed a monster in the lake, saying that it's a hoax, and that the person that made that claim, said it just to gain publicity. This remains a myth to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, locally,in recent years, people start claiming that there are monsters in the lakes in our country. Not so long ago, there are reports in the newspapers that anglers who went fishing in the lakes drowns because they have been "thrown" into the lake while fishing. What has caused the anglers to fall overboard? Some expert anglers claimed that it's the huge fishes that reside in the lakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there really monsters in the lakes? Or are these just stories told for fun? Be it true or false, the monsters in lakes might very well be gigantic fishes. There was this photo (below) in the papers of three men carrying a huge, monstrous, hideous looking creature that resembles a shark. The article carried a title like "Monsters In Our Lakes", or something similar to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S2fMsc45eBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/45q-V9rjDd4/s1600-h/giant+cat+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S2fMsc45eBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/45q-V9rjDd4/s320/giant+cat+fish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433536539486943250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The photo of the "monster" in the lake. What a hideous looking creature. I applaud these men for having the courage to hunt down these monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a documentary on National Geography about sharks venturing into shallow waters, and attacking people in the river in India. Researchers went to India to conduct that research.  They interviewed the victims that has been bitten and survived the attacks. The researchers asked the victims whether they were attacked by crocodiles or sharks, and were told that it was sharks. Thinking that the traumatised victims have confused a crocodile with a shark, the researchers drew pictures of a crocodile and a shark and asked the victims to point out which animal was it that has attacked them. All victims pointed at the shark picture. How is it possible for a salt water fish to live in fresh water? Err...someone kindly answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, could the "shark" that ventured into the river be possibly the monster-like gigantic fish shown in the picture above, instead? Looking at the "monstrous fish's" appearance which resembles a shark, the victims when being attacked, were pretty much terrified. They might have thought that it's a shark, when it is in fact a monster fish. To simplify, the victims might have been attacked by a gigantic fish that resembles a shark. The answer to my queries could only be given by researchers that hunt these monster out. Just an entry on my curiosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1367775580905500032?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1367775580905500032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1367775580905500032' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1367775580905500032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1367775580905500032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/monsters-in-lake.html' title='Monsters In The Lake'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S2fMsc45eBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/45q-V9rjDd4/s72-c/giant+cat+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-2634257800581860876</id><published>2010-01-16T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:52:16.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Kitten II</title><content type='html'>The kitten that mysteriously vanished yesterday reappeared at my compound this afternoon. Both mother and kitten were hiding in the drain when I came back from lunch today. The mother was feeding the kitten then. When she saw us, she fled, leaving the kitten behind. Hence, I took the opportunity to snap some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S1Gbim1yj_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/z-ZKGbGScbo/s1600-h/kitty1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S1Gbim1yj_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/z-ZKGbGScbo/s320/kitty1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427290044802174962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten seemed really frightened today. It kept evading me when I tried to take it's photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S1Gbi4wksII/AAAAAAAAAQU/kfrEQ9c6Wpo/s1600-h/kitty2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S1Gbi4wksII/AAAAAAAAAQU/kfrEQ9c6Wpo/s320/kitty2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427290049612132482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up of the kitten to show the colour of the kitten's eyes. It has blue eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-2634257800581860876?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2634257800581860876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=2634257800581860876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2634257800581860876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/2634257800581860876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/01/kitten-ii.html' title='Kitten II'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/S1Gbim1yj_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/z-ZKGbGScbo/s72-c/kitty1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4392696167551848589</id><published>2010-01-15T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:06:53.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitten</title><content type='html'>The mother cat brought it's kitten over to my place today. This is not the first time she brought her kittens over. She has done so with the previous batches prior to those kittens being "deported" by my neighbour. I couldn't understand why this mother cat keep returning to my neighbours house to have her kittens knowing very well that her kittens will "mysteriously go missing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitten that was brought over today was pure white with blue eyes. Very identical to Marie of Aristrocats, the Disney cartoon. The discovery was made by my mother when she went out to water the plants. Upon spotting both the mother and kitten, she squealed.  She then stomped her feet to chase them away. The mother cat ditched the kitten when it saw my mother. The frightened kitten nuzzled towards the corner seeking refuge. When I heard the commotion, I went out to have a peek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing me, the kitten walked towards me, begging to be saved. Hence I picked it up. The kitten was fine when I picked it up until a few minutes later. Don't know what has gotten into it, the kitten suddenly clawed me with all four paws. I put it down and pushed it back to it's mother which was waiting at my neighbour's compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, both mother and kitten returned to our compound. The discovery was made by my other neighbour's kids when they went out to play. Upon spotting both the mother and kitten, they squeal with excitement. Telling us that there are cats in our compound. Upon hearing this, my mother went out to chase them away. When the mother cat saw my mother, it ran away leaving the poor kitten behind again. The kitten ducked in the drain hoping to blend in. So I went to it's rescue again. I squatted down and moved my fingers, ushering the kitten to come over. It began walking towards me. When I reached down to carry it, it turned away and tried to run. I managed to grab the kitten and carried it out of the drain. The kitten then got all fidgety and clawed me again. This is how the kitten repaid me for saving it. Ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour's kids were really excited to see the kitten, asked my mother for permission to play with the kitten. The little boy then lifted a pail ushering me to put the kitten into it. To make them happy, I placed the kitten into the pail. The kids happily ran to the door to tell their mother about the kitten. Their mother objected to them playing with the kitten as the kids intended to keep it as a pet. Hence, I was again told to send the kitten back into the mother cat.And so I did as told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, we heard cat calling. We looked out the window but didn't see anything. Hence I opened the door to have a look. I saw the mother cat in my compound, looking for the kitten. Upon seeing me the mother cat fled. It ran out the gate but sat there staring back into our compound. The mother cat must have thought I have stolen her kitten. The kitten has mysteriously gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kitten. Wherever you are, take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4392696167551848589?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4392696167551848589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4392696167551848589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4392696167551848589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4392696167551848589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/01/kitten.html' title='Kitten'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4009306114027009713</id><published>2010-01-14T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:38:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick Sample</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I decided to try out the lipstick sample that have been sitting in my drawer (since I got it some time back). It is a miniature lipstick the size of the tip of a pinky. I removed the plastic seal, and began to remove the cap of the lipstick. It was quite tight so I used a little strength and pulled harder in an attempt to separate the cap from the lipstick. The instant the cap is free from the "body", the lipstick snapped into two. The break was so severe that two thirds of the lipstick was detached from the body. My swift fingers managed to prevent the detached tip from landing on the ground. That however, made a mess on my fingers. I attempt to re-attached the tip to the body but it didn't resemble its original form. Since my fingers were already covered with lipstick, I dabbed my lips with the smudge on my fingers. Very environmental friendly aren't I? Recycling the smudge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, put the lipstick in the refrigerator before uncapping. I should have known the lipstick melted after being in my oven of a room for so long. Otherwise, do not use it when in a hurry to avoid from such a messy situation (like I was in that day). Another alternative is to not try out the sample.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4009306114027009713?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4009306114027009713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4009306114027009713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4009306114027009713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4009306114027009713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/01/lipstick-sample.html' title='Lipstick Sample'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1129661580984432494</id><published>2010-01-01T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:18:22.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/Sz4R6shREDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wVE1LNMHdWI/s1600-h/new_year_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/Sz4R6shREDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wVE1LNMHdWI/s320/new_year_2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790701481431090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2010! May you be filled with abundance of good prospects. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1129661580984432494?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1129661580984432494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1129661580984432494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1129661580984432494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1129661580984432494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kV3wBc7oRQ8/Sz4R6shREDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wVE1LNMHdWI/s72-c/new_year_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4736000951779666190</id><published>2009-12-31T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:52:16.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2009</title><content type='html'>Woot....Woot!!! In a matter of hours, 2009 will come to an end. Well what can I say? What should I say in the final post for 2009? Hmmm...2009 sure did brisk pass quickly. Come tomorrow, we will be a year older.Sigh. Anyway, it's a relief that 2009 has reached its end. Overall, 2009 could be said to be quite an eventful year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapping the events of 2009. The not so pleasant events comprises the passing of my grandfather back in May, meeting the most horrible lot of creatures (hypocrites, liars, manipulative, pathetic, moronic,stupid good for nothing scumbags). Learnt a lesson: Politics and conspiring lies will get you places in life. That was a skill that I clearly am not equipped with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Other lessons that I have learnt are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The world is round. What goes around comes around. Karma. He who laughs first will laugh last. Facebook reveals more secrets than CNN. haha. If you do not want other to know, don't post it on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wisdom does not come with age. An older person need not necessarily be wiser.A person in their thirties is not smarter than a fifth grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pariahs will always be pariahs. Even if you have "repackaged" and bring them out of the village. In short, you can take a person out of the kampung but you can never take the kampung out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When lack intelligence and power, simply form a gang. This works well in getting rid of the object of aversion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do unto other before others do unto you. Attack before being attacked. Bite before being bitten. Sting before being stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A hideous being is more fearful than a beautiful being. For those who lack in appearance make their presence noticeable through dirty tactics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above, I also came to know a bigger hypocrite. One who called others hypocrite was an even bigger hypocrite herself. Using me to get their affection. Pretending to be all innocent and sincere when the actual fact is as sly a a fox. Trying to get me to criticise so that she could use the feedback to her advantage. Thinking she can outsmart me. Well bitch, you are not stupid, neither am I dumb. I underestimated you. She probably created a fictional response to fit in with them. And yet dare to add me on Facebook. Shameless. I will never approve your request! I will never befriend those who betray me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all things unpleasant should be bygones with the passing of 2009. Overall, 2009 has been a great year. Started with parties, ending with fireworks. Farewell 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4736000951779666190?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4736000951779666190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4736000951779666190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4736000951779666190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4736000951779666190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-2009.html' title='Farewell 2009'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-5855978912734696256</id><published>2009-12-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:59:19.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a real good girl throughout this entire year. All I want for Christmas this year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Sony Vaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current laptop is in a critical stage at present. I am in serious need of a  new laptop. Preferably a Vaio. But if you can't give me a Vaio, any other reputable &amp; renown brand of laptop will do (HP, IBM,Acer, Apple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Skin care cosmetics (make-up, moisturizer, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin has been really dry due to the weather. It is of vital importance to take good care of one's face as it is the first thing that everyone looks at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) New wardrobe (New Year New Clothes New Beginning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a person dress is reflective of that person's sense of style and it gravely impacts one's social standing. Dressing in drab clothes will make a person shabby and gives people very bad impression of one self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) New handbag (LV, Gucci, Dior, Channel, Prada, Hermes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl needs a bag from the above brands. It's a necessity for big girls the world over to carry bags from big brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly need a car for mobility sake. Not having my own car makes it troublesome to get around and causes one to be looked down and mistreated by the people around. Hope to get a BMW, Mercedes. But if that is beyond your budget, a new car with reputable name in the mid-range will be fine (i.e. Toyota, Honda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am no longer in high school, I need a more mature and sophisticated looking watch. Preferable the watches from Tag Heuer, Omega, Rolex, LV. If that is not possible, a watch from Guess (GC), DKNY, will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current phone has low memory space, lousy camera (that takes blur pictures), no voice recording function, no web surfing ability, and etc. In short, it is obsolete and needs to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have longed to have a White Christmas. Please let me be in a place that has snow for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-5855978912734696256?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5855978912734696256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=5855978912734696256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5855978912734696256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/5855978912734696256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-6389689992633695355</id><published>2009-12-13T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:11:32.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resisting Sleep</title><content type='html'>Here I am again. Sitting in front of my laptop typing away when I should be snuggled up in bed fast asleep long ago. I don't know what has gotten into my system but I have been having difficulties sleeping. It has been a while now. I do not have the luxuries of afternoon naps like I used to back during high school time. (The thing is I was full of energy back in high school. Ever so busy with my extra-curricular activities, and yet I can still find time to take a nap. I suppose it's the sign of "age catching up".) In fact I don't nap at all in the afternoon these days. Probably it's the caffeine effect. I should really cut down on my coffee consumption. Especially on Nescafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise that Nescafe has been the cause of my constant gastric attacks. In fact the more I consume Nescafe, it has dawned upon me that I do feel a little high if it happens to be a little thick, or when I take a little more than a cup a day, or when taken within short intervals i.e. two cups within 2-3 hours.In short, I makes me feel unwell after consumption. Nevertheless, I still need it as a daily dose of booster. Seriously, I really need to get some sleep. My brain needs the rest it well deserves. And the cricket calls is getting on my nerves. Gosh, am I turning into Edward Cullen's kind? Chuckles. Sweet Dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-6389689992633695355?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6389689992633695355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=6389689992633695355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6389689992633695355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/6389689992633695355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/resisting-sleep.html' title='Resisting Sleep'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1662779332215175127</id><published>2009-12-09T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:40:31.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stare At Boobs For Longer Life</title><content type='html'>The headlines that we read in newspapers these days really baffles me. Not too long ago, I came upon another interesting headline in the papers. The headline reads: "Staring At Boobs Prolongs Men's Life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the article, the research found that by staring at women's breasts for 10 minutes a day it will increase men's life span by five years. The article states that a German research published in the New England Journal of Medicine, claims that men who stare at women’s breasts for 10 minutes a day live five years longer. That is because 10 minutes of ogling at breasts is equivalent to a 30-minute gym workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes one wonder whether these are actual research conducted or is it merely articles written by perverts to gain excuse to ogle at boobs without any dire consequences. Research topics are getting weirder by the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1662779332215175127?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1662779332215175127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1662779332215175127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1662779332215175127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1662779332215175127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/stare-at-boobs-for-longer-life.html' title='Stare At Boobs For Longer Life'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4840478628010432810</id><published>2009-12-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:53:18.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Want To Know What Love Is</title><content type='html'>I am currently hooked to this song. It's called "I Want To Know What Love Is" by Mariah Carey. This happens to be my 180th entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I didn't write the lyrics. I found this video + lyrics thing on Google. The lyrics is inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/9azRlmTEotY&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/9azRlmTEotY&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=786423&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mariah_carey/' target='_blank'&gt;Mariah Carey lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mariah_carey/i_want_to_know_what_love_is.html' target='_blank'&gt;I Want To Know What Love Is lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4840478628010432810?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4840478628010432810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4840478628010432810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4840478628010432810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4840478628010432810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-know-what-love-is.html' title='I Want To Know What Love Is'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-3178003146901958781</id><published>2009-12-05T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:29:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Reading Quiz</title><content type='html'>I took a palm reading quiz out of boredom from Facebook and got the following results. Don't know if I have read my palm correctly. My palm lines seem very different from the picture shown in the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Line: You have a slight disregard for the true meaning of love, and tend to give your heart away too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Line: You have a love for adventure and enthusiasm for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Line: You show great strength and enthusiasm in life, improving your love life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate Line: You are a self-made individual and develop aspirations early on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-3178003146901958781?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3178003146901958781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=3178003146901958781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3178003146901958781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/3178003146901958781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/palm-reading-quiz.html' title='Palm Reading Quiz'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-1097217482368972642</id><published>2009-12-04T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:21:31.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Whisperer</title><content type='html'>There is this lady who lives two doors away from my house who is a dog fanatic. Her love and devotion for dogs is indescribable. Even the animal lovers at the animal shelter stand no where near her standard. She just warms up to all these strays. Inviting them to her place. Feeding them. Her kindness has been repaid with the presence of abundance of stray dogs, loitering in the neighbourhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs have spread the word too. They tag along their pals whenever they come for their meals. So the brood keeps expanding. Currently there are 4 regulars. The older male whom she named Boy-boy, the always pregnant female whom she named Girl-girl, her son from the first pregnancy (the dog, not the neighbour)whom she named Ronnie and the daughter from the last pregnancy whom was named Coco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (the neighbour) is so attached to them that she got all the foursome leashes with dog tags to safeguard them from dog catchers. It is good to know that there are such caring people that cares for strays. However, her kindness has become nerve-wrecking to the people in the neighbourhood as the dogs always bark. It is seriously annoying when you are watching the tv and those dogs start their choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this lady whom I think has too much free time on hand, treats these dogs as part of her family. Did I mention she has a dog of her own? Well, anyway, this afternoon, she was bored again. She needed entertainment that doesn't cost a dime. So she took her weighing scale out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to weigh her dog but he simply refused to get on the scale. Her equally bored daughter grab the dog by it's front paws and tried to make him sit on the scale. The dog simply couldn't react to their commands. He too I presume is appalled by their behaviour or should I say the activities that they come up with for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitated, she put the weighing scale near the dog's butt and forcefully pressed the dog into sitting position on the weighing scale. It was quite hilarious to see that dog in that sitting position (human-like position) on the weighing scale. She tried to read the scale but the dog's butt was on it. Hence, she gave the dog's butt a push so that she can see the scale.  Finally, she managed to get a reading. Happy with that, she let the dog go and commanded her daughter to put the scale back in the house. However, she was not pleased with the dog's weight and started calling him fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Astro and malls sprouting up everywhere, housewives like her couldn't seem to find anything to do to fill their free time. Seriously, they need some hobby. In her case the hobby is playing with dogs. Strange but true. Did I mention her dog is kind of weird too? He enjoys singing along with the mosque praying time. And it gets weirder by the day. My neighbour is a freak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-1097217482368972642?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1097217482368972642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=1097217482368972642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1097217482368972642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/1097217482368972642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/animal-whisperer.html' title='Animal Whisperer'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-327650489783381590</id><published>2009-12-01T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:36:43.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Part Of Twilight</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I received a comment from my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: You look like Edward Cullen (referring to my skin colour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Yeah, you are so pale. Eww... Look (comparing her skin colour with mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what do you know. Maybe I will be part of Twilight. Maybe I will be cast for the third installment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-327650489783381590?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/327650489783381590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=327650489783381590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/327650489783381590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/327650489783381590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/becoming-part-of-twilight.html' title='Becoming Part Of Twilight'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-8369723433939881942</id><published>2009-11-20T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:35:50.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal DNA Quiz Report</title><content type='html'>I tried out this quiz and the following is the result. I would say this thing is pretty accurate although certain aspects are not entirely accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You are a Generous Director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal DNA about you&lt;br /&gt;You are a Director&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a DIRECTOR, you combine an unusual openness and passion for beauty and style with confidence and a down-to-earth sensibility that allow you to realize your vision.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practical and pay attention to the details that others tend to miss.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By focusing on what is real and concrete, you achieve more than those who always have their heads in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to what really matters in your life, you are confident in your ability to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having beautiful things in your life gives you pleasure and satisfaction - you have a keen eye for style.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when problems present themselves, deep down you know you will overcome these challenges.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When routines get too familiar, you become bored and start looking for ways to spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open to new types of experiences – you are not afraid to take a risk on something new.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a highly developed sense of taste – you know what looks good on you, in your home, and in the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally let yourself dream a little more, even if it doesn't seem practical or efficient.&lt;br /&gt;how you relate to others&lt;br /&gt;You are Generous&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your awareness of those around you, along with your nuanced perceptions of the world at large, makes you the GENEROUS person that you are.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value time to yourself and understand how rich your private world can be—you know that you don't have to go wild to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excited and energized by ideas and often enjoy things more through observation than through experience.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tendency gives you an appreciation for different perspectives and opinions about the world.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as aware of others as you are doesn't mean you find it easy to trust them immediately—this is something that happens more slowly for you.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, you are aware of the complexities of many situations and are reluctant to pass judgments on others.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have fewer friendships than some people, those that you have are meaningful and are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value spending time alone—it is while reflecting on the world around you that you often learn something new about yourself or begin to understand something that's been bothering you.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given how attuned you are to others' thoughts and feelings, you might find that trusting people more is a way to broaden your perspective even further.&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you know how much can be learned from observing the world around you, remember that much of life can be lived by experiencing it, not just by understanding it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 200px;height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Attention to Style" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:0px;height:74px;width:78px;background-color:#272727"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly High Authoritarianism" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 78px;top:0px;height:74px;width:72px;background-color:#7615d6"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Empathy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 150px;top:0px;height:74px;width:50px;background-color:#bd1368"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Spontenaiety" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:74px;height:44px;width:85px;background-color:#13bdbd"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Femininity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:118px;height:42px;width:85px;background-color:#baba13"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Average Openness" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 0px;top:160px;height:40px;width:85px;background-color:#12b865"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Confidence" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:74px;height:48px;width:58px;background-color:#ad1111"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title="  Earthy" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 143px;top:74px;height:48px;width:57px;background-color:#d17315"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Extroversion" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:122px;height:42px;width:60px;background-color:#a811a8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Aesthetic" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 85px;top:164px;height:36px;width:60px;background-color:#5aa310"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Masculinity" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 144px;top:122px;height:67px;width:30px;background-color:#1058a1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Slightly Low Agency" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 174px;top:122px;height:67px;width:26px;background-color:#109c10"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=" Low Trust" style="position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 144px;top:189px;height:11px;width:56px;background-color:#0e0e8a"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:relative; text-align:center; width:200px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com"&gt;Generous Director&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://personaldna.com/report.php?k=SWQYELNXYliigbd-PE-AAAAA-68eb"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" width="200" src="http://personaldna.com/personalDNAMap.php?report_key=SWQYELNXYliigbd-PE-AAAAA-68eb" /&gt;Generous Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out about your own personal DNA click on the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.personaldna.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-8369723433939881942?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8369723433939881942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=8369723433939881942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8369723433939881942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/8369723433939881942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-personal-dna-quiz-report.html' title='My Personal DNA Quiz Report'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-7659292177207386735</id><published>2009-11-15T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:53:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booby Brains</title><content type='html'>I came across this article in the newspaper with a really eye catching headline. It reads: "Women with bigger breasts found to be smarter". (Blink eyes) Did I read that correctly? I reread the headline. Yep I did read that correctly. The article states that women with bigger breasts are found to be smarter that those buxom-challenged ones. According to that article, the reason for this claim was that bigger breasts has higher level of female hormones which would lead to better brain development. To put it in simple language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boobs -&gt; more female hormones -&gt; better development of brain -&gt; smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boobs = Big Brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that holds true, then a research needs to be conducted on intelligent men to see whether their manly boobs are bigger that those not so smart ones. Similarly, a research needs to be conducted on she-males / men who think they should be born female, on whether they are smarter than the normal straight males to see whether this proves true. This is because she-males should have a higher level of female hormones in their bodies that leads them to feeling more incline towards being female rather than male. If the results from these research holds true, then only this claim can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, women with bigger breast have been synonymous to being dumb. There is a Chinese saying that goes: "Por tai mou lou". Literally translated means : Big boobs, no brain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion that could be drawn from this is that the research was most probably conducted by a group of big bust females that have a strong believe that they are smart and have watch Legally Blond a million times over. The only visible evidence of women with big bust are smart is that they know how to use their "girls" to get things that they want with ease without having to break a nail or sweat. Boob Power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-7659292177207386735?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7659292177207386735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=7659292177207386735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7659292177207386735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/7659292177207386735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/11/booby-brains.html' title='Booby Brains'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-4904090549626932598</id><published>2009-11-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:19:00.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI: Road In Front Of House</title><content type='html'>Lately, my housing garden has become some sort of a zoo. More like a heaven for strays. Dogs of all ages, shapes and sizes congregate daily and become a nuisance when they decide to form a "choir". These dogs always bark at the wrong time, namely when everyone's watching tv. They are also fond of rehearsing their vocals around 2-3 a.m. . These dogs are also very much like the mafia gang, lying on the road and refusing to budge for oncoming vehicles. Just a couple of weeks back, a puppy was rolled over by an oncoming car. The pup yelp  the loudest yelp and started crying. It went hysterical and started dashing about in pain. The pup ended up with a limp back leg for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, some really kind hearted people dump two more puppies into the housing garden. The puppies were running around barking away and trying to find a home by squeezing through the gates and into our houses. They kept creeping back into our gardens after being chased out. One of the pups was rather curious and adventurous. It started exploring the cars parked by the road. Well, it's efforts did pay off. It managed to get it's head stuck between the chassis and the tyre of the car. The pup then screamed for help and my neighbours had to dash out into the pouring rain with umbrellas to free the pup's head from the car. The pup then went into hiding under the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the pup was still hiding under my neighbour's car. My neighbour's kids tried to chase it away from it's hiding when they were leaving. They saw the pup run and thought it was safe to drive off. When the car moved out of the parking position, it rolled over something.  The pup was then seen flipping from side to side with white foam coming out from it's mouth. No sounds were produced by the pup though. It struggled for about 5 minutes and it was motionless. I witness a pup dying. It just happened so fast. All within a few minutes. The pup is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when my housing area has been gazetted as a dumping ground for unwanted pets. These irresponsible owners should have sent these animals to the animal shelter and not dump them into other housing estates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28658203-4904090549626932598?l=darceyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4904090549626932598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28658203&amp;postID=4904090549626932598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4904090549626932598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28658203/posts/default/4904090549626932598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darceyst.blogspot.com/2009/11/csi-road-in-front-of-house.html' title='CSI: Road In Front Of House'/><author><name>Darcey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
