<?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-8906086495387994198</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:41:23.173+08:00</updated><category term='Verse'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='R.F.G'/><category term='Club'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Brain Fodder'/><category term='General'/><category term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category term='Language'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='Note to self'/><category term='Food'/><category term='The Family'/><category term='Surreal'/><category term='Gawk'/><category term='Whatever'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Check It'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Daydreaming'/><category term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>The Public Sphere of Influence</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my public domain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-6943196510950369661</id><published>2010-09-30T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:15:10.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Helloooooo Escapism....</title><content type='html'>Aaaannnd we're back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fall!! It's Fall!!! aka start of the new US primetime TV season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back are all shows, such as my faves - Criminal Minds, Stargate : Universe, Castle, Fringe and many more.... and welcome plethora of new shows like Nikita, Lost Girl, Hawaii Five-0 and hope you guys make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE to some of the swill I had to partake in while you guys were gone...... as much as I have come to enjoy some of you.... there's just no replacing these big guns who are into their Nth seasons...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tho I really do hope Haven makes it to another season... cause I wanna ogle at Eric Balfour long time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heellloooo good TV programing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6943196510950369661?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6943196510950369661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6943196510950369661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6943196510950369661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6943196510950369661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/09/helloooooo-escapism.html' title='Helloooooo Escapism....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-469369626698423611</id><published>2010-09-30T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:00:00.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><title type='text'>Blegh......</title><content type='html'>Okay... I really need to just start blogging about my life and stop trying to try and make every blooy post kononnya 'thought-provoking'. Coz thought-provoking posts usually amounts to being saved-as-drafts, trying to do lots of research and trying to sound smart.... which of course means delays and then interest dies down...and being self-deprecating me, usually back fires....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a future of a peek in a life posts and more useless rubbish and online life-diarrhea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to to the internet, the narcissists heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-469369626698423611?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/469369626698423611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=469369626698423611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/469369626698423611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/469369626698423611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/09/blegh.html' title='Blegh......'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7549878032894752196</id><published>2010-08-23T03:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:20:22.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Family'/><title type='text'>XOXO, H</title><content type='html'>So a member of the 'family' is leaving us soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing morbid...she's leaving for studies and will actually be back in a year or so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for her boyfriend, my friend, tho..... but they're going to LDR it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say... Gambatte!!! You guys can do it!!! I know it!! I'm expecting to curtail my kids from spending too much time at you-two's house so they won't become pot heads!!! Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them both to death and they are like the second cutest couple I know...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  Sorrylah... Cutest couple award goes to TW and RR.. Coz I mean, she's cute as a button and he's got such cute big eyes!!! Their babies are going to be so cute!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise farewell party for H today... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;So cool. People were all arriving with food accompanied by Hari Raya tunes... was like a big-family-balik-kampung-raya gathering, best giler. &lt;/span&gt;H was like crying when we surprised her.... Even though she kinda saw it coming. Don't cry babe! We were all there for you!!! And we'll miss you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we wish you all the best in Boston, love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7549878032894752196?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7549878032894752196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7549878032894752196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7549878032894752196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7549878032894752196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/08/xoxo-h.html' title='XOXO, H'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7803302808682629730</id><published>2010-08-03T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:20:58.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Family'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>A few days ago... I received an sms saying that my friend had kind of gone missing. No one had heard from her in 9 hours. Her phone was dead. Her husband was very worried. It was akin to sending out a BOLO. Fortunately, she has since been found, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I was being a bridesmaid and 子妹 for my friend's wedding and running on roughly 2 hours of sleep. I didn't really give it much thought, only moments between driving from locations and between tasks. But my first reaction though, was still :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "No, this can't be happening. Not her. This doesn't happen to me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That perennial, "This can't be happening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't imagine bad things happening to my freinds. People that I am close to. Heck, I'm even not that close to her. What would have I gone through if it did happen to my chosen few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never really imagine that things like this happen to the people around you. Okay, snatch theft, minor car altercations, robbery, arrested for ISA protests, fine, I can deal with. But the idea of having these people missing entirely from my life, no matter how small their placement is alien. It really is like missing a piece of your world. Even if they've moved away to another country and you don't hear from them for ages, they are still...there. In their place in your little minds' eye. But having them go missing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a strong believer of the saying, Friends are the family you make for yourself. Whether it's because I come from a really small immediate family, I don't know. But yes, my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; my family. They are really important to me. I can't imagine not having them in any part of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all read stories about people going missing, getting raped, murdered, killed. But we have never ever imagined that these things will happen to us, to the people around us. A part of me hopes to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what perhaps I am trying to say in my roundabout way is that.....through this minor brush with loss, I find that I really cannot do without my friends, no matter how rarely I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me know if you need me, I'm just a phone call away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7803302808682629730?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7803302808682629730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7803302808682629730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7803302808682629730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7803302808682629730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4880646906503013813</id><published>2010-07-25T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:24:05.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Off Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right, so now it's summer in the northern hemisphere and most of TV Land is on break til the start of the new television season this Fall. So what is there for the TV addict in me to look forward to every week? Very little would be the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it's not like there isn't anything for me to watch. If only I was following Psych or Eureka then I might be contented. This summer's new offerings seem a bit lackluster and not quite there, or at least the ones that have caught my eyes anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a series of YA books, it's premise seemed promising, reminds one of a teenaged Desperate Housewives. Everyone has secrets but what happens when the one person who knows them all dies, yet is still able to threaten to expose it all. For what purpose? Though each episode is slightly intriguing, why is A still haunting these Pretty Little Liars? The reason for all of A's threats isn't really readily known, or if it is it escapes me at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I swear if it weren't for some of the clothes and the eye candies, I wouldn't waste my time on this show. And I guess I have to admit I am curious about what happens next. But this sure can't be compared to it's Desperate Housewives. Oh and how A became Queen Bee I cannot understand, coz I sure as heck don't think she's pretty enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, yet another show about a gated community with a shadowy underbelly. This time it's really shadowy, the community living in The Gates are of the supernatural persuasion... Vampires, werewolves, witches as well as succubi thrown in for good measure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to say I love stories about seemingly perfect communities - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cape Wrath, Stepford Wives love love love!&lt;/span&gt; And I do have a penchant for supernaturals living in plain sight -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Night World, Charmed.&lt;/span&gt; So a combination of both would be a goddess-sent no? Not quite. I don't know what it is, bad writing? Slightly bad plotting? It just lacks a certain something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some of the supernaturals are intriguing, I particularly enjoy the ones that aren't as obvious like that policewoman whose name escapes me, I'll enjoy trying to figure out what she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But recent episodes are improving, when Dylan Radcliff let the cat out of the bag, I swear I breath a sigh of relief. In my opinion, the only way your police chief can fully help you is for him to know who and what you are. Thank you for that whichever writer did it! There'd be too many questions and it'll come to a point of being too glaringly obvious to ignore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest of the summer offering, just into it's third episode. A touch of Fringe and set in town reminiscent of the recently axed Happy Town, based on the Stephen King novel, The Colorado Kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I've seen so far is extreme intriguing but I'm not really sure if it'll keep me coming back for more. I don't really feel much for their lead protagonist but I love her stoic 'side-kick/love interest'. And he might be the only reason I'd continue to watch the series. The arc is unfolding itself rather slowly. But has a lot of potential plus Stephen King's gotta count for something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Persons Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a series I can really sink my teeth into. It's got that whole WTF Lost quality to it coupled with a real seemingly solvable mystery/conspiracy theory behind it. A bunch of strangers from all walks of life stranded in a ghost town in the middle of no where with nothing to eat but Chinese food and they are subjected to random tests at random times. Then there's people on the outside trying to figure out what happened to them...... intrigue, politics, mystery....quite a good package this. But I can't really seeing it lasting more than one season though. But then, people might have said the same thing about Lost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4880646906503013813?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4880646906503013813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4880646906503013813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4880646906503013813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4880646906503013813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-season.html' title='Off Season'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6226687756186225660</id><published>2010-07-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:57:10.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>We Are Young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="flashObj" width="416" height="358" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/28107384001?isVid=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=71572746001&amp;playerID=28107384001&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/28107384001?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=71572746001&amp;playerID=28107384001&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="416" height="358" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, We are strong! We are free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6226687756186225660?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6226687756186225660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6226687756186225660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6226687756186225660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6226687756186225660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-are-young.html' title='We Are Young!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5794425261494611444</id><published>2010-07-22T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:39:59.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>And it rain rain rain rains......</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WK-vRhz9xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/5WK-vRhz9xs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;You're making me more ordinary&lt;br /&gt;In every possible way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ordinary mind is broken&lt;br /&gt;You did it and you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;You better get back because I'm ready for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap I can't look back&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap, I can't look back&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rain and rain and rain and rain&lt;br /&gt;When it rain and rain and rain and rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Was it me who was the fool?&lt;br /&gt;Thought you found the man you wanted&lt;br /&gt;'til you turn him into something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even if our minds are broken&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing like the life we wanted&lt;br /&gt;You better move on cause I'm ready for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap, I can't look back&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap, I cant look back&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;After all the years that I spent with you&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you for the things you say&lt;br /&gt;I was using you just to hide away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than this&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;I can't look back&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hate days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rain, rain, rains&lt;br /&gt;It rain, rain, rains&lt;br /&gt;More than this...&lt;br /&gt;Baby I hate days like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5794425261494611444?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5794425261494611444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5794425261494611444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't know why. But I suddenly feel like an angel who's just got thier wings cut and is suddenly crashing down to Earth. Unable to fly, unable to dream. &lt;p&gt;Haunted by memories and images of another plain. One that doesn't exist in human reality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tethered to a reality that is fast becoming harsh and unforgiving. Unable to find solace in the usual places. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something feels missing. And the memory of it keeps gnawing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this what humans call depression?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sometimes wish I was make-believe. A character is someone else's fiction. I want to see the world, the universe, all the alternate dimensions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps that is why it pains me sometimes to watch Doctor Who. The possibilities it presents and the harsh reality that none of it could exist on this plain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Alas, but to dream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6468593826481765891?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6468593826481765891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6468593826481765891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6468593826481765891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6468593826481765891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/07/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4490349845786185245</id><published>2010-07-20T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:41:49.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It's ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>And hopefully kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After joining the ever growing league of micro-blog we call Twitter. I think it's high time I rejoined the good old tradition blog set again. Coz sometimes, 140 characters just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed since I last blogged some-what consistently......come to think of it, when was that really??? HAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to review my own blog archive to really determine that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landscape of my friendships changed quite dramatically I'd  say.....budding friendships back when I still blogged have blossomed  into full -on "you sure we've only known each other for a year?", so  many friends have gotten married and are getting married.....and life  has moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is....full speed ahead and no looking back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Onwards ho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4490349845786185245?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4490349845786185245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4490349845786185245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4490349845786185245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4490349845786185245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5255756454791192524</id><published>2010-07-19T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:09:38.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Alyah - Realiti Dewi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1VTFv4C0Qas&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/1VTFv4C0Qas&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ku sedang mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Dipuncak awan kita menari&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin fantasi&lt;br /&gt;Bagai ilusi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ku impi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawamu penawar hati&lt;br /&gt;Buatku tenang dimalam sepi&lt;br /&gt;Direaliti yg kuhadapi&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilanglah perasaan ini&lt;br /&gt;Terpadam rindu bila kau kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah&lt;br /&gt;Dewa yg aku puja&lt;br /&gt;Bukakanlah hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;Dewi yg kau merindu&lt;br /&gt;Pencinta yg setia&lt;br /&gt;Oh sayangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarlah pintaku ini&lt;br /&gt;Luahan hati tidak bertepi&lt;br /&gt;Hasrat si dewi&lt;br /&gt;Agarmu dewa ada disisi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5255756454791192524?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5255756454791192524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5255756454791192524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5255756454791192524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5255756454791192524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/07/alyah-realiti-dewi.html' title='Alyah - Realiti Dewi'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5302659521412533070</id><published>2010-04-01T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:26:33.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Baka</title><content type='html'>How to tell you "I love you", baka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5302659521412533070?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5302659521412533070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5302659521412533070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5302659521412533070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5302659521412533070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2010/04/baka.html' title='Baka'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-847386597143048150</id><published>2009-11-28T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:19:42.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band</title><content type='html'>You cannot quit me so quickly&lt;br /&gt;There's no hope in you for me&lt;br /&gt;No corner you could squeeze me&lt;br /&gt;But I got all the time for you, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;The tears we cry&lt;br /&gt;Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell&lt;br /&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will I hold you again?&lt;br /&gt;These fickle, fuddled words confuse me&lt;br /&gt;Like 'Will it rain today?'&lt;br /&gt;Waste the hours with talking, talking&lt;br /&gt;These twisted games we're playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're strange allies&lt;br /&gt;With warring hearts&lt;br /&gt;What wild-eyed beast you be&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell&lt;br /&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you again?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us spinning out in&lt;br /&gt;The madness of a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;You know you went off like a devil&lt;br /&gt;In a church in the middle of a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;All we can do, my love&lt;br /&gt;Is hope we don't take this ship down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;Where you're smiling high&lt;br /&gt;Is where you'll find me if I get to go&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;The bullets in our firefight&lt;br /&gt;Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;Splash in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ran like sadness down the window into...&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;Our wicked lies&lt;br /&gt;Is where we hope to keep safe from pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're walking out of here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right out of here&lt;br /&gt;Love is all we need here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between&lt;br /&gt;Your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;Is the space we'll fill with time&lt;br /&gt;The Space Between...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-847386597143048150?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/847386597143048150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=847386597143048150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/847386597143048150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/847386597143048150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/11/space-between-dave-matthews-band.html' title='The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6073454455813508216</id><published>2009-08-26T07:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:16:23.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>My heart bleeds.....</title><content type='html'>But it too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal question remains.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;あたし  の花沢 類 がいるところ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6073454455813508216?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6073454455813508216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6073454455813508216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6073454455813508216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6073454455813508216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-bleeds.html' title='My heart bleeds.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2889911153631592245</id><published>2009-06-21T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:30:39.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Without You....</title><content type='html'>Without You - RENT The Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Artist: Rent--&gt; &lt;!--Song: Without you--&gt; Without you, the ground thaws&lt;br /&gt;the rain falls&lt;br /&gt;the grass grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the seeds root&lt;br /&gt;the flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;the children play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars gleam&lt;br /&gt;the poets dream&lt;br /&gt;the eagles fly&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth turns&lt;br /&gt;the sun burns&lt;br /&gt;but I die, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the breeze warms&lt;br /&gt;the girl smiles&lt;br /&gt;the cloud moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the tides change&lt;br /&gt;the boys run&lt;br /&gt;the oceans crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowds roar&lt;br /&gt;the days soar&lt;br /&gt;the babies cry&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon glows&lt;br /&gt;the river flows&lt;br /&gt;but I die without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world revives&lt;br /&gt;colors renew&lt;br /&gt;but I know blue&lt;br /&gt;only blue&lt;br /&gt;lonely blue&lt;br /&gt;willingly blue&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the hand gropes&lt;br /&gt;the ear hears&lt;br /&gt;the pulse beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, the eyes gaze&lt;br /&gt;the legs walk&lt;br /&gt;the lungs breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind churns&lt;br /&gt;the heart yearns&lt;br /&gt;the tears dry without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I die, without you&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;without you..... &lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/ringdown_song.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2889911153631592245?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2889911153631592245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2889911153631592245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2889911153631592245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2889911153631592245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you.html' title='Without You....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2664418549125564379</id><published>2009-06-17T04:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:19:58.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Somebody Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other night, during a late night mamak session, a friend ased me this question a friend had asked him, that he had given quite serious thought about and found very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was - If you could be any man and any woman in the world right now, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend then proceeded to launch into his narrowed down choices of who he'd want to be. My reaction? I was a tinge angry to be honest. I really have no idea why. Aside from why the heck would you ask this sort of question? And why the heck would I want to be anyone else but me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realise of course, that I have been and have entertained such questions in the past. I just don't know why it irked me so much at this juncture. Perhaps there was a part of me which was insecure about being asked this, unconfident with what I was doing with my life or perhaps lack thereof. Or perhaps a part of me was reacting to some undistinguished spark of smugness or something I unknowingly am somehow most likely unjustifiably receiving from my financial analyst friend. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, as I sat there, I just found myself thinking.....who else &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;I want to be but myself? I mean...not that my life is like super fantastic at the moment or anything but it was just like...my life. All the choices that I have made til this point have lead me here....and I'm absolutely happy with all of them. No regrets. This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, it's just a question.....I mean people ask it all the time don't they? These hypethetical questions......who would you like to meet living or dead, etc. Right? Don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea why at that particular moment in time, and even to a certain extent right now, I find it rude. Goddess only knows why.......It still cheeses me off a bit....and really I don't think I have a reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's just a hypethetical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2664418549125564379?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2664418549125564379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2664418549125564379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2664418549125564379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2664418549125564379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/06/somebody-else.html' title='Somebody Else'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2070344035655025674</id><published>2009-06-17T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:59:56.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>Remember My Name, Fame!</title><content type='html'>Fame -Irene Cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h1xO7RwTV4k&amp;hl=en&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/h1xO7RwTV4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby look at me&lt;br /&gt;And tell me what you see.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't seen the best of me yet&lt;br /&gt;Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I got more in me, and you can set it free&lt;br /&gt;I can catch the moon in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my name (Fame)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn how to fly (High)&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming together&lt;br /&gt;People will see me and die (Fame)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Light up the sky like a flame (Fame)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Baby, remember my name&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Remember, Remember, Remember,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Remember, Remember, Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;You can shoot me straight to the top&lt;br /&gt;Give me love and take all I got to give.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll be tough&lt;br /&gt;Too much is not enough, no&lt;br /&gt;I can ride your heart till it breaks&lt;br /&gt;You've got what it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2070344035655025674?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2070344035655025674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2070344035655025674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2070344035655025674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2070344035655025674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-my-name-fame.html' title='Remember My Name, Fame!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7684771001382866293</id><published>2009-06-03T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:32:53.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>It's about the journey, Not the destination.</title><content type='html'>The Climb - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&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/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it.&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming, but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Feels lost with no direction,&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shakin'&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down, but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it, but&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta keep goin', and&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, woah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7684771001382866293?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7684771001382866293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7684771001382866293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7684771001382866293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7684771001382866293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-about-journey-not-destination.html' title='It&apos;s about the journey, Not the destination.'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6012867209872216788</id><published>2009-05-18T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:33:51.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Note to self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Note to self.....</title><content type='html'>Note to self.......try not to reject his invitation next time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if there is a next time.......oh woe is me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but he always has crap timing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6012867209872216788?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6012867209872216788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6012867209872216788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6012867209872216788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6012867209872216788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2056998389410107495</id><published>2009-05-16T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:40:05.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>And so it is....</title><content type='html'>Right. So it's been yonks since my last real update.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple wrap up would be: Back in KL, landed and just finished a Malay drama shoot, filmed short pilot with Boss-man, helping out with G&amp;amp;W, been hanging out a lot with techno entrepreneurs and have finally come to realise that.....I'm no longer suited to hanging out with young'uns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I think. I think it really depends on the person. Give me someone wise beyond their years, and humble too please, and we'll get on just fine. I just called someone childish....and got a look in return that said..and you would be? Which is true most of the time.......Oh I don't know. I jus suddenly feel wuite rotten for saying it......gawd knows....I am rotten tho. I mean don't get me wrong, I've got a mean rotten streak in me no questions about it. I suppose Chuck's not the only one in need of a "Beware my inner be-yatch" tee shirt.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2056998389410107495?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2056998389410107495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2056998389410107495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2056998389410107495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2056998389410107495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5739627359426589195</id><published>2009-04-27T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:21:01.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>I wanna</title><content type='html'>I wanna stop wanting a &lt;a href="http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/04/ideal-love-story.html"&gt;Love Story&lt;/a&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;あたしの花沢類がいるところ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5739627359426589195?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5739627359426589195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5739627359426589195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5739627359426589195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5739627359426589195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6501717949685694857</id><published>2009-04-27T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:31:25.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse'/><title type='text'>The Ideal "Love Story"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3Pd4RrjQH8&amp;hl=en&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/d3Pd4RrjQH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love Story" - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both young, when I first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts-&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the lights; see the party, the ball gowns.&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd-&lt;br /&gt;You say hello, little did I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles-&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet"-&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase-&lt;br /&gt;begging you, "Please don't go..."&lt;br /&gt;And I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you.&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet, because we're dead if they knew-&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter,&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet" -&lt;br /&gt;but you were everything to me-&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you, "Please don't go"&lt;br /&gt;And I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around.&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading-&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town.&lt;br /&gt;And I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting, for you but you never come.&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think-&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and that's all I really know.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad -- go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby just say... yes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6501717949685694857?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6501717949685694857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6501717949685694857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6501717949685694857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6501717949685694857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/04/ideal-love-story.html' title='The Ideal &quot;Love Story&quot;'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6124142166779104725</id><published>2009-04-21T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:51:26.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Hierarchical needs</title><content type='html'>I need to start doing pilates again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to starting studying Japanese again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean out the house.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new oven to bake.&lt;br /&gt;I need some soul in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start writing.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a theatrical production.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some nice flats (shoes).&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some nice (sun) dresses.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start doing clothes surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working with felt again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to drop by Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go on a holiday. (But do I really?)&lt;br /&gt;I need to read more.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest more.&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch more (of my DVDs).&lt;br /&gt;I need a new DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;I need a pamper session.&lt;br /&gt;I need.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6124142166779104725?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6124142166779104725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6124142166779104725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6124142166779104725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6124142166779104725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/04/hierarchical-needs.html' title='Hierarchical needs'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-8391277392408429408</id><published>2009-04-21T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:51:19.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Letters to Andrew</title><content type='html'>if it wasn't for  you&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christina Aguilera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8391277392408429408?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8391277392408429408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8391277392408429408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8391277392408429408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8391277392408429408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters-to-andrew.html' title='Letters to Andrew'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7332163573463973352</id><published>2009-02-17T17:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:42:26.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>kisekae</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! Another toy camera to play with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just bought &lt;a href="http://www.superheadz.com/"&gt;superheadz's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.superheadz.com/kisekae/index.html"&gt;kisekae&lt;/a&gt; camera. It's basically you uber basic average 35mm camera but it comes with a removable clear plastic front panel so you can add a sheet of whatever to customize it.......and here's what mine look like now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqAyQKxbTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/S2sRn_aL4Zo/s1600-h/Tpx+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqAyQKxbTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/S2sRn_aL4Zo/s320/Tpx+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693112004144434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just put in one of the 3 basic templates they've given you....and these are the other 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqFlnFr0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/YdpJXEcNVDw/s1600-h/Tpx+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqFlnFr0sI/AAAAAAAAARM/YdpJXEcNVDw/s320/Tpx+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303698392376660674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqFlRiPqeI/AAAAAAAAARE/91UVjFv-62w/s1600-h/Tpx+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqFlRiPqeI/AAAAAAAAARE/91UVjFv-62w/s320/Tpx+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303698386590869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just think of the possibilities...... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next target superheadz's &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.superheadz.com/bbf/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blackbird, fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , their toy single reflex. YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.....I've started to kind of pack today. Mommy's coming over to left me lug stuff home tomorrow tho my flight isn't for another week. So we'll be hitting the town...haha...so to speak. Am realli quite looking forward to going home and getting my life in order and getting in touch with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my world&lt;/span&gt; again and the possibilities that come with it. Can't wait to start acting, shooting, rehearsing and partying again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7332163573463973352?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7332163573463973352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7332163573463973352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7332163573463973352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7332163573463973352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/02/kisekae.html' title='kisekae'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SZqAyQKxbTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/S2sRn_aL4Zo/s72-c/Tpx+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-9211144315548310701</id><published>2009-02-09T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:06:35.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Experiment......s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right. So this year.....this my year to EXPERIMENT......I've just decided that. And I'll be experimenting with the idea of personas.....different personalities and alter egos.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day? I suppose the idea's occurred to everyone at one time or other. Heck why do you think I'm an actor? Well, you could call it an extreme form of escapism really. I mean you can, to a certain extent. For some. Perhaps even for me. Who wouldn't give their right arm to appear to have super powers? I would right away. Heck I'd give both arms to use the Force! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes major geekdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So this year we experiment. This year. We mess with our own head. This year, we become....someone else. For long periods of real time. This year......I'll most probably piss some people off. Here's to an interesting year at home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goddess bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-9211144315548310701?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/9211144315548310701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=9211144315548310701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9211144315548310701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9211144315548310701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/02/experiments.html' title='Experiment......s'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7459233955848746057</id><published>2009-02-04T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:24:07.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Jumper - Third Eye Blind</title><content type='html'>JUMPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in,&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand.&lt;br /&gt;I would understand,&lt;br /&gt;The angry boy, a bit too insane,&lt;br /&gt;Icing over a secret pain,&lt;br /&gt;You know you don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;You're the first to fight, You're way too loud,&lt;br /&gt;You're The flash of light, On a burial shroud,&lt;br /&gt;I know something's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone I know has got a reason, To say, put the past away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies, That you've been living in,&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand,&lt;br /&gt;I would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's on the table,&lt;br /&gt;And he's gone to code,&lt;br /&gt;And I do not think anyone knows,&lt;br /&gt;What they are doing here,&lt;br /&gt;And your friends have left, You've been dismissed,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would come to this,&lt;br /&gt;And I, I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got to face down the demons,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today, We can put the past away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in,&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand,&lt;br /&gt;I would understand,&lt;br /&gt;I would understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you put the past away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7459233955848746057?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7459233955848746057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7459233955848746057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7459233955848746057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7459233955848746057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/02/jumper-third-eye-blind.html' title='Jumper - Third Eye Blind'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7634137086184308651</id><published>2009-01-31T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:11:40.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Doctor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After having watched the tear-jerker if not a tad deus-ex-machina-esque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but then again it is Doctor Who &lt;but&gt;)&lt;/but&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Season 4 Finale of Doctor Who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say. I really liked David, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cor you're a pretty one now aren't you? with just the right kind of spunk and hyperactiveness...&lt;/span&gt;but anyways......I really likedDavid and I have to say....season 4 is a really good send off...I mean, way to close(burn) that bridge! *wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure he's got four more specials out next year, but it's not just the same isnit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea yea...Matt Smith's pretty t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oo..but somehow he doesn't look like Doctor material....but then again, I haven't seen 'im in action........in anythin....me being from bloomin' SEA....not that it's bad, just not current...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7634137086184308651?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7634137086184308651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7634137086184308651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7634137086184308651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7634137086184308651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-doctor.html' title='Goodbye Doctor....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-807591624311634336</id><published>2009-01-27T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:46:07.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Celebrate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay...something has to be said for the way Malaysians celebrate our perayaan. I was sitting in a cab on the way to Subang airport and at the toll gate, there were these bunch of people giving out free drinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the toll gate itself.&lt;/span&gt; Now is it just me...or is this kind of a common sight? Or at least....frequent. I think I've like read in the papers, many a time, of people, samaritans, giving out coffee or stuff like that at toll gates to 'wake' drivers up....no? Call it capitalism perhaps coz I mean, all these celebrations to a certain extent are capitalistic in nature....but I think it's quite cool and thoughtful....somehow I doubt I'd see it much in Taiwan....but then again...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SX7Ik93GfZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lGyrQVmsSVY/s1600-h/DSC_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SX7Ik93GfZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lGyrQVmsSVY/s320/DSC_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295890749240802706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-807591624311634336?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/807591624311634336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=807591624311634336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/807591624311634336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/807591624311634336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate...'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SX7Ik93GfZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lGyrQVmsSVY/s72-c/DSC_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-7664990005433059497</id><published>2009-01-22T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:11:01.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>收藏</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7XPf5rRQl0&amp;hl=en&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/h7XPf5rRQl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あたしの花沢類がいるところ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7664990005433059497?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7664990005433059497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7664990005433059497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7664990005433059497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7664990005433059497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='收藏'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3539283632648478490</id><published>2009-01-17T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:13:37.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surreal'/><title type='text'>And Connor said....</title><content type='html'>"You complete and utter cockmonkey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.....you gotta love the freakangels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freakangels.com/"&gt;Freakangels&lt;/a&gt; rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3539283632648478490?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3539283632648478490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3539283632648478490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3539283632648478490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3539283632648478490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-connor-said.html' title='And Connor said....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3923583595155496059</id><published>2009-01-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:10:16.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Best Job in the World.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islandreefjob.com/en/#/home" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.islandreefjob.com/en/#/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is it? Most probably......~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....APPLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3923583595155496059?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3923583595155496059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3923583595155496059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3923583595155496059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3923583595155496059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-job-in-world.html' title='The Best Job in the World.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7622901756361786855</id><published>2009-01-14T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:18:54.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>fortylove.tv</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine's involved in a behind-the-scenes kinda way......way cool idea for the digital age.....video postcards.....I wish I could do it too.....,perhaps in future with &lt;a href="http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-takes-our-way.html"&gt;Mission Americana&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now scheduled for Spring 2011&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-takes-our-way.html"&gt;Mission Britannica &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scheduled for Fall/Winter 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime......check out &lt;a href="http://fortylove.tv/"&gt;fortylove.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7622901756361786855?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7622901756361786855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7622901756361786855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7622901756361786855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7622901756361786855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/fortylovetv.html' title='fortylove.tv'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-813729939480814914</id><published>2009-01-11T22:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:30:07.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Soul//Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever come across music that, no matter what they're singing about, no matter how sad the lyrics, how melancholic the melody, it just puts a smile on your face? That takes your breath away? That makes you just want to jump up and shout and scream and run? Perhaps it's just wistful thinking, maybe it just my imagination....but I like to think of it as passion. The artist's passion for what he's doing, his music. He's putting his heart and soul into this and he's exhilarated. I like to think that it's his joy at being able to put this down on record. This music. His music. His passion. His conviction. His joy. His meaning to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps his thought and feeling at that precise moment. The views before his eyes, or their eyes as is the case of Taiwan's iconic band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E4%BA%94%E6%9C%88%E5%A4%A9"&gt;Mayday （五月天） &lt;/a&gt;for their album, God's Children Are All Dancing 《神的孩子都在跳舞》, which they recorded in a 'remote' studio up in the foothills of Mount Fuji. I mean, how can you not be filled with joy when you're playing to floor to ceiling glass windows opening out to Mother Nature in all her glory? But then again.....Mayday's music has always been about hope and heart......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWoiBylBHCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rBDAcyhyj84/s1600-h/1208006907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWoiBylBHCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rBDAcyhyj84/s400/1208006907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290078126452317218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or perhaps it's music that comes out of tragedy? Music that does in itself sing of the exhilaration of being, alive. Like Andrew McMahon of Jack's Mannequin, formerly of Something Corporate. &lt;a href="http://theglasspassenger.com/"&gt;The Glass Passenger&lt;/a&gt;, Jack's Mannequin's latest studio album, was writing by Andrew post -leukemia....does that have anything to do with it? Actually when it comes to Andrew...I doubt it because just their debut album, Everything in Transit, alone......blew me away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWojtWUwRzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b5NecvTm2yU/s1600-h/2676002801_3799fa96b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWojtWUwRzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b5NecvTm2yU/s320/2676002801_3799fa96b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290079974293784370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But for what ever reason, what ever else it is. This is music that feeds the soul. Gives one hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the bands that make my soul sing......what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;object style="font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQMszGXkeKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQMszGXkeKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: mind the vid....it's the best audio track I coul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d find.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-813729939480814914?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/813729939480814914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=813729939480814914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/813729939480814914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/813729939480814914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/soulmusic.html' title='Soul//Music'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWoiBylBHCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rBDAcyhyj84/s72-c/1208006907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-3006084491071866533</id><published>2009-01-07T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:31:35.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreaming'/><title type='text'>Sixteen Going on Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You wait, little girl, on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;For fate to turn the light on&lt;br /&gt;Your life, little girl, is an empty page&lt;br /&gt;That men will want to write on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;To write on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's time to think&lt;br /&gt;Better beware, be canny and careful&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're on the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Fellows will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Eager young lads and rogues and cads&lt;br /&gt;Will offer you food and wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared are you&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared are you&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond your ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone older an wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling you what to do&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet&lt;br /&gt;And willingly I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Innocent as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared am I&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared am I&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond my ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You are seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll depend on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3006084491071866533?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3006084491071866533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3006084491071866533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3006084491071866533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3006084491071866533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sixteen-going-on-seventeen.html' title='Sixteen Going on Seventeen'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6744047650561125536</id><published>2009-01-06T19:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:37:34.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gawk'/><title type='text'>Like Father Like Daughter - 有其父必有其女</title><content type='html'>What is it with daughters of famous directors? They always come out with these visually stunning works of art. Perhaps it's the constant exposure to daddy's works. Or perhaps the need to make a statement of one's own and step out from under daddy's shadow. Whatever it is, there's only one word for it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stunning.&lt;/span&gt; Who am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Coppola and Mika Ninagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sofia_Coppola"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Coppola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godfather&lt;/span&gt; director Francis Ford...Rose to fame after directing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUT25bwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WW0CpXx-6Jw/s1600-h/003_VIRGINSROS%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUT25bwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WW0CpXx-6Jw/s320/003_VIRGINSROS%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157597809602306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQX7mNsBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NCI7LY3NH4I/s1600-h/164790_virgin_suicides2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQX7mNsBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NCI7LY3NH4I/s320/164790_virgin_suicides2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288158759528280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQX8bndwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/y0f9SQGHMGY/s1600-h/virgin-suicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQX8bndwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/y0f9SQGHMGY/s320/virgin-suicides.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288158759752267522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPVOZd4-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E2B1gaZWRpg/s1600-h/VirginSuicides1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPVOZd4-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E2B1gaZWRpg/s320/VirginSuicides1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157613523854306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUtK3txI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H5N84Qcipl8/s1600-h/lost_in_translation_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUtK3txI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H5N84Qcipl8/s320/lost_in_translation_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157604604262162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbX6QsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/nDHKxeAGLiY/s1600-h/25597090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbX6QsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/nDHKxeAGLiY/s320/25597090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288170853797472226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbZLfYsgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/50-V56ey6Tg/s1600-h/2003_lost_in_translation_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbZLfYsgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/50-V56ey6Tg/s320/2003_lost_in_translation_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288170875602383362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbYwEemPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FcvjKkAADg8/s1600-h/lost-in-translation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNbYwEemPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FcvjKkAADg8/s320/lost-in-translation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288170868241766642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUnBB_cI/AAAAAAAAAMY/txH8xjFtMeA/s1600-h/16931__lost_in_translation_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUnBB_cI/AAAAAAAAAMY/txH8xjFtMeA/s320/16931__lost_in_translation_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288157602952379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQYMW8DyI/AAAAAAAAANA/NwcATzW4Qto/s1600-h/1458793_ca440de863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNQYMW8DyI/AAAAAAAAANA/NwcATzW4Qto/s320/1458793_ca440de863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288158764027612962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came the visual candy that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY4lIwvkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/60bdSVPgh7k/s1600-h/MARIE-ANTOINETTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY4lIwvkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/60bdSVPgh7k/s320/MARIE-ANTOINETTE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168116527873602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY5yZeSmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ooOJA0lXGg8/s1600-h/marie-antoinette-410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY5yZeSmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ooOJA0lXGg8/s320/marie-antoinette-410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168137267497570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY6NYfc_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bNOmuvm2QyM/s1600-h/Marie_Antoinette_%28o%29_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY6NYfc_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bNOmuvm2QyM/s320/Marie_Antoinette_%28o%29_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168144511136754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY5SNEeJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WEwLYBgiqEA/s1600-h/marie_antoinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY5SNEeJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WEwLYBgiqEA/s320/marie_antoinette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168128625539218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY4YwKjII/AAAAAAAAAOw/5ta_Qp1zzsY/s1600-h/large_12582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNY4YwKjII/AAAAAAAAAOw/5ta_Qp1zzsY/s320/large_12582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288168113203481730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninamika.com/en/index.html"&gt;Mika Ninagawa&lt;/a&gt; - 蜷川實花&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Ninagawa Mika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of famed Japanese theatre director Yukio Ninagawa....Rose to fame as a uber vibrant and stunningly vivid photographer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNaM-GAf8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/v4RoYRlqafw/s1600-h/438819488692268610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNaM-GAf8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/v4RoYRlqafw/s320/438819488692268610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288169566336221122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNOb8XcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/UHBE4-pVNpQ/s1600-h/mikanina02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNOb8XcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/UHBE4-pVNpQ/s320/mikanina02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288156629430977490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNaMjEk8RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UD_rkCr4Wn8/s1600-h/mika-ninagawa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNaMjEk8RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UD_rkCr4Wn8/s320/mika-ninagawa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288169559082463506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSESEqH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SiC_Vvu_JAc/s1600-h/2008-03-ninagawa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSESEqH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SiC_Vvu_JAc/s320/2008-03-ninagawa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288160620987424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNN2_08WDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CbAf36Ld09Q/s1600-h/mika-ninagawa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNN2_08WDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CbAf36Ld09Q/s320/mika-ninagawa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288155994704861234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSEKKkzSI/AAAAAAAAANI/naUo4IjRIPM/s1600-h/normal_1188930231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSEKKkzSI/AAAAAAAAANI/naUo4IjRIPM/s320/normal_1188930231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288160618864758050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came her directorial debut with the visual feast that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakuran&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWDlWT1tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1L8P7lWF6gU/s1600-h/sakuran0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWDlWT1tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1L8P7lWF6gU/s320/sakuran0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165007028377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWD9xOZMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yICPwIXeDd4/s1600-h/%E8%9C%B7%E5%B7%9D%E5%AF%A6%E8%8A%B1-Sakuran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWD9xOZMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yICPwIXeDd4/s320/%E8%9C%B7%E5%B7%9D%E5%AF%A6%E8%8A%B1-Sakuran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165013583717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWD3MD5LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sr55yyULf-Y/s1600-h/sakuran2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWD3MD5LI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sr55yyULf-Y/s320/sakuran2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165011817227442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSEmE3tgI/AAAAAAAAANY/K0v6WEnKdaA/s1600-h/sakuran01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNSEmE3tgI/AAAAAAAAANY/K0v6WEnKdaA/s320/sakuran01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288160626357024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWDhvfFtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-aDrGaiDIbo/s1600-h/6a00d8345163ca69e200e550644a708833-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWDhvfFtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-aDrGaiDIbo/s320/6a00d8345163ca69e200e550644a708833-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165006060230354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWEAZhPUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pPaH3oqRBcU/s1600-h/Sakuran+wallpaper+1280x1024+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNWEAZhPUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pPaH3oqRBcU/s320/Sakuran+wallpaper+1280x1024+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165014289595714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6744047650561125536?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6744047650561125536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6744047650561125536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6744047650561125536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6744047650561125536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like Father Like Daughter - 有其父必有其女'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SWNPUT25bwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WW0CpXx-6Jw/s72-c/003_VIRGINSROS%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-4225540046276461089</id><published>2009-01-03T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:11:48.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Sum of Worth</title><content type='html'>Another year has past. Another year wiser? Perhaps. Another year older, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an.....amazing year filled with.....so many different things.&lt;br /&gt;Experiences, sensations, feelings.....&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of different people and made just as many mistakes....&lt;br /&gt;I've done stuff that I'm not proud of and things that I will treasure for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Made decisions that have been proven wrong and judgments....that unfortunately been proven right.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a time to grow, reflect, look into one's self and try to find out what you really want and what is truly important.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough year in some aspects and an easy one in others (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a part of me is worried because it's mostly seemed to be quite easy.....oooeer...... :S&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though...all in all.....it's been a very good year......Here's to another and many more to come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it away Frankie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for small town girls&lt;br /&gt;And soft summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Wed hide from the lights&lt;br /&gt;On the village green&lt;br /&gt;When I was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for city girls&lt;br /&gt;Who lived up the stair&lt;br /&gt;With all that perfumed hair&lt;br /&gt;And it came undone&lt;br /&gt;When I was twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls&lt;br /&gt;Of independent means&lt;br /&gt;Wed ride in limousines&lt;br /&gt;Their chauffeurs would drive&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the days grow short&lt;br /&gt;Im in the autumn of the year&lt;br /&gt;And now I think of my life as vintage wine&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from fine old kegs&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from the brim to the dregs&lt;br /&gt;And it poured sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4225540046276461089?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4225540046276461089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4225540046276461089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4225540046276461089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4225540046276461089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2009/01/sum-of-worth.html' title='Sum of Worth'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-225548143744784904</id><published>2008-12-29T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:53:00.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Fly me to the Moon.....</title><content type='html'>Fly me to the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And let me play among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like,&lt;br /&gt;On jupiter and mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;In other words, darling kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song,&lt;br /&gt;And let me sing forever more,&lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for,&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true,&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-225548143744784904?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/225548143744784904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=225548143744784904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/225548143744784904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/225548143744784904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the Moon.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2024509914243611680</id><published>2008-12-28T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:28:24.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>WHY??!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh lawrd.....another NLD????? WHY??? Thank goodness I nipped this one in the bud.......now...if only I could drag the old feelings out to channel into the scene.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn good compartmentalisation and my strong-rational-logical-am-able-to-be-head-over-heart spirit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2024509914243611680?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2024509914243611680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2024509914243611680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2024509914243611680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2024509914243611680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='WHY??!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-8052581621394091990</id><published>2008-12-13T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:18:53.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Supportive</title><content type='html'>Okay....I can now.....not say.....that my mom isn't supportive anymore and is just fed up...coz if the woman is ready to put me through college again....in the UK, again!, no less....that kinda speaks for itself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly.....I don't understand....I mean.....I do...but it's like....REALLY??!!!! But I get it. I suppose. I've already fulfilled part of the bargain. I actually finished something....important.....an education. Albeit it's only a diploma......but hey I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose....she is proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8052581621394091990?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8052581621394091990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8052581621394091990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8052581621394091990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8052581621394091990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/supportive.html' title='Supportive'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-8214922215304976893</id><published>2008-12-12T04:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:09:10.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Mr. Y</title><content type='html'>黄义达 - Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词/曲: 黄义达&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y Mr. Y 是否可以tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Oh~Mr. Y怎样才算最纯的爱&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mr. Y 其实我一直很乖&lt;br /&gt;只是找不到人来爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫我Mr. Mr.Y 我本人还算不赖&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mr.Y 我会给你给你很多的爱&lt;br /&gt;叫我Mr.Y Y 我不会把你带坏&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Mr.Y 不是不是Mr.坏.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些爱是急不来&lt;br /&gt;我们一步一步来&lt;br /&gt;有些爱等感觉来&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y把你抱在胸怀&lt;br /&gt;有些爱是很期待&lt;br /&gt;有些爱就是无奈&lt;br /&gt;有些爱不是伤害&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y让你明白什麼是爱&lt;br /&gt;我们都爱都爱Mr. Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;我们都要都要Mr. Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;我们都爱都爱Mr. Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;我们都要都要Mr. Mr. Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Y Mr. Y 是否可以tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Oh~Mr. Y怎样才算最纯的爱&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mr. Y 其实我一直很乖&lt;br /&gt;只是找不到人来爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叫我Mr. Mr.Y 我本人还算不赖&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mr.Y 我会给你给你很多的爱&lt;br /&gt;叫我Mr.Y Y 我不会把你带坏&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Mr.Y 不是不是Mr.坏.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些爱是急不来&lt;br /&gt;我们一步一步来&lt;br /&gt;有些爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8214922215304976893?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8214922215304976893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8214922215304976893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8214922215304976893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8214922215304976893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-y.html' title='Mr. Y'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7404720776202258390</id><published>2008-12-12T03:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:58:33.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Soul Searching.....?</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or perhaps not&lt;/span&gt;.....but for the first time that I can remember I want to go home to KL and do some soul searching......or perhaps just plain soul searching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the fact that I've been downloading US shows like crazy these past few weeks......or perhaps it's the city itself, tho I doubt it......but....lately, I've just been feeling this, disconnection with the city around me. Perhaps it's something telling me that this is not my home. Rarely have I ever felt this disconnected from the city around me. Perhaps only in Singapore towards the end of my stay there. Tho, I seriously feel that this city is not at fault. It's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly can't see where I fit in here. or how. Yet there is so much here for me......or is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here.......has made me....Since I've been here.....I've had so many ideas for projects and things to do back home in KL.....it's almost like...where the f*ck were these ideas when I was back home? Perhaps it's that right now I have the time to cultivate these ideas, or perhaps this city is giving me all these inspirations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I suddenly feel this connection with western TV...again more than likely the affect of watching so many western TV shows lately....I have been lax in watching Taiwanese TV.....but how can I when the Ukrainian girls sit in front of the TV, hogging it while they do homework? The living room doesn't even feel like mine and more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;! It's like even if I do sit down, it's like I'm borrowing it from them or can only use it after they've gone to bed. Not exactly the kind of TV watching feeling I'd like to sit down to....especially after having my own TV for most of my overseas student life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps all this just boils down to my insecurities. ChouStars didn't call me in for a interview, which is quite a blow to my ego. Perhaps it's just this revisiting of my insecurities in KL. I know I can act. I know I look good. But people don't see that. I'm not what they want. What they want are these gawd knows what kind of pretty face that can't act for peanuts. Why? Or is it that I'm not doing enough? I'll admit, that I don't promote myself enough. I don't whore myself out and go for every fucking audition out there. Should I? Even John Cho said that even if he went for auditions for things he didn't feel strongly about, he never ended up getting the parts anyways. Or does that sound like an excuse for me because hey, he's John Cho? And as much as I know you guys are being supportive, friends telling me to have faith and that I rock, doesn't really help. I do appreciate the encouragement, I really do.....but perhaps I'm just in my emo phase so please forgive me if I seem ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people don't give you work, make work for yourself. That's a rule I live by.....kind of, a rule I mean. I live by that. So perhaps the part of me that's emoing right now.....is frustrated that unlike when I'm at home in KL, here in Taipei, I'm powerless. And I haven't been powerless in a long time. I suppose it's a sobering experience for the soul. Let's it be knocked down a couple of notches. Or let's it be grateful for the people I have back home. The connections I've made, the people I rely on. My friends. My comrade in arms. My kindred spirits. Frankly I really don't know how we survive doing what we do. Perhaps it's our bourgeois background.......or perhaps it's just me. I love you all, you should know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7404720776202258390?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7404720776202258390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7404720776202258390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7404720776202258390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7404720776202258390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/soul-searching.html' title='Soul Searching.....?'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4254944948101761607</id><published>2008-12-11T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:29:41.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>在这里 - 現實</title><content type='html'>词/Ella  曲/义达&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你在想什麼 能不能告诉我&lt;br /&gt;你的眉头纠结成枷锁&lt;br /&gt;能不能让我为你解开疑惑&lt;br /&gt;爱你爱你爱你爱你 是我最开心的梦&lt;br /&gt;想你想你想你想你想你 想得我不再像我&lt;br /&gt;我在这里 我就站在这看著你&lt;br /&gt;你的心里 藏著秘密 从来都不让我走进去&lt;br /&gt;我好想你 我好想用力的爱你&lt;br /&gt;封闭的心 没有缝隙&lt;br /&gt;你永远不懂我在这里爱著你&lt;br /&gt;你在想什麼 能不能告诉我&lt;br /&gt;你的眉头纠结成枷锁&lt;br /&gt;能不能让我为你解开疑惑&lt;br /&gt;面对面的时候 我总是无法把你看清&lt;br /&gt;背对背想远离你 却又不舍你一个人伤心&lt;br /&gt;我在这里 我就站在这看著你&lt;br /&gt;你的心里 藏著秘密 从来都不让我走进去&lt;br /&gt;我好想你 我好想用力的爱你&lt;br /&gt;封闭的心 没有缝隙&lt;br /&gt;你永远不懂我在这里爱著你&lt;br /&gt;我在这里 我就站在这看著你&lt;br /&gt;你的心里 藏著秘密 从来都不让我走进去&lt;br /&gt;我没关系 我只想用力的爱你&lt;br /&gt;全心全力 不会放弃 你永远不用知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;因为你存在我心里 你不爱我还是爱著你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4254944948101761607?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4254944948101761607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4254944948101761607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4254944948101761607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4254944948101761607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_11.html' title='在这里 - 現實'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-9163974621524376619</id><published>2008-12-11T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:28:27.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>愛是自私的 - 完美幻想</title><content type='html'>作曲：YiDA&lt;br /&gt;填詞：YiDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們都忘記 忘記什麼是開心&lt;br /&gt;我們該學習 學習愛學習珍惜&lt;br /&gt;秋天的空氣 總是讓我想起妳&lt;br /&gt;今天的天氣 是不是你在哭泣&lt;br /&gt;過去已過去 勇敢走下去&lt;br /&gt;他並不是你&lt;br /&gt;有些遺憾最每麗&lt;br /&gt;我回到過去才發現才看見&lt;br /&gt;原來自己愛的一直是你&lt;br /&gt;我回到現在才發現&lt;br /&gt;我們不知所措 可是已經來不及&lt;br /&gt;愛需要勇氣 牽著他心卻在哪裡&lt;br /&gt;我試著忘記自私愛到底&lt;br /&gt;我回到過去才發現才看見&lt;br /&gt;原來自己心理全都是你&lt;br /&gt;我回到現在才明白&lt;br /&gt;這份愛放不開 妳就是我的唯一&lt;br /&gt;我真的不懂 我試著去愛他到底&lt;br /&gt;才一直相信 已把你忘記&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;過去已過去 勇敢走下去&lt;br /&gt;他並不是你&lt;br /&gt;有些遺憾最美麗&lt;br /&gt;我回到過去才發現才看見&lt;br /&gt;原來自己愛的一直是你&lt;br /&gt;我回到現在才發現&lt;br /&gt;我們不知所措 可是已經來不及&lt;br /&gt;愛需要勇氣 牽著他心卻想著你&lt;br /&gt;我試著忘記 自私愛到底&lt;br /&gt;我回到過去才發現才看見&lt;br /&gt;原來自己心理全都是你&lt;br /&gt;我回到現在才明白&lt;br /&gt;這份愛放不開 妳就是我的唯一&lt;br /&gt;我真的不懂 我試著去愛他到底&lt;br /&gt;才一直相信 已把你忘記&lt;br /&gt;現在的我才開始懂的愛是自私的&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-9163974621524376619?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/9163974621524376619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=9163974621524376619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9163974621524376619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9163974621524376619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='愛是自私的 - 完美幻想'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6306738035671670729</id><published>2008-12-11T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:25:56.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>You Were There - 希望</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="main"&gt;           You Were There&lt;br /&gt;作曲：YiDA&lt;br /&gt;填詞：YiDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛不需要理由&lt;br /&gt;為什麼我會懂&lt;br /&gt;我的心正在痛&lt;br /&gt;那是因為我真的愛過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一轉眼十年後&lt;br /&gt;我依然是寂寞&lt;br /&gt;那是因為心理面&lt;br /&gt;永遠都有一個缺口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　你懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;這幾年我是怎麼過&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　你懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;有好多話想對你說&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　你懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;我需要你任何時候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　你懂不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there Coz u were there&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　我沒放開　我在等待&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there Coz u were there&lt;br /&gt;我的愛　你別放開　等我回來&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛不需要理由&lt;br /&gt;我愛了十年了&lt;br /&gt;當初為什麼&lt;br /&gt;我把她讓給她前男友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我該不該把握&lt;br /&gt;該不該到她家門口&lt;br /&gt;這問題想了好久&lt;br /&gt;其實答案在這一秒鐘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there~ Ya there~&lt;br /&gt;我的愛我沒放開&lt;br /&gt;我一直一直在等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there~ Ya there~&lt;br /&gt;我的愛你別放開&lt;br /&gt;有一天我們再相愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there~ Ya there~&lt;br /&gt;我的愛我沒放開&lt;br /&gt;我一直一直在等待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there~ Ya there~&lt;br /&gt;我們都不再放開&lt;br /&gt;我們永遠都不分開&lt;br /&gt;Coz u were there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6306738035671670729?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6306738035671670729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6306738035671670729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6306738035671670729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6306738035671670729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-were-there.html' title='You Were There - 希望'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5459817575969504282</id><published>2008-12-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:00:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope..</title><content type='html'>They didn't call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm not disappointment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5459817575969504282?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5459817575969504282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5459817575969504282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5459817575969504282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5459817575969504282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope.html' title='Hope..'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6673562302915880298</id><published>2008-12-04T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:59:14.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Wha The...</title><content type='html'>I've just had to login to Facebook.......that's scary......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6673562302915880298?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6673562302915880298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6673562302915880298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6673562302915880298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6673562302915880298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/wha.html' title='Wha The...'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5963037514251716994</id><published>2008-12-04T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:51:56.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.F.G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Acquisition</title><content type='html'>In other more narcissistic news......I've finally landed myself a much wanted copy of Il Jun Kee's semi latest drama - 狗與狼的時間 （Time Between Dog and Wolf）. Woohoo! Much rabid fangirlism ensues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I've managed to purchase my Serena Van Der Woodsen dress from Juicy Couture.....oh I rue the day you said I looked like Blake Lively, Nick! ; P That dress cost me a pretty penny.....but it's nice tho.......very S.....&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/8906086495387994198-5963037514251716994?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5963037514251716994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5963037514251716994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5963037514251716994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5963037514251716994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/acquisition.html' title='Acquisition'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7411166905390029307</id><published>2008-12-04T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:46:21.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><title type='text'>quarterlife</title><content type='html'>Well....quite poetic isn't it.....that I stumble upon &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&amp;amp;ChannelID=159457533"&gt;quarterlife&lt;/a&gt; on my 25th birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. I think it rocks.....so far..and I'm only on part 3.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this and LG15 only go on to inspire me......of course after Mien pointed out of FB that any content posted on FB becomes thier property thereafter....makes you wonder...make me wonders anyways......was tempted to launch my own web series, some day, on your average vid platform, including perhaps even the quarterlife network.....but thankfully we have a local alternative...&lt;a href="http://popteevee.popfolio.net/#"&gt;popteevee&lt;/a&gt;.....go check em out if you haven't already, sure they're not at user gen-ed as YouTube...but hey these are guys we know, I'm sure they'd respect our property rights....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7411166905390029307?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7411166905390029307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7411166905390029307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7411166905390029307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7411166905390029307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarterlife.html' title='quarterlife'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5707479379749053920</id><published>2008-12-02T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:15:25.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>It wasn't Me</title><content type='html'>I knew, it wasn't.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear I knew........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5707479379749053920?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5707479379749053920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-8030182969555245750</id><published>2008-12-02T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:40:56.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.F.G'/><title type='text'>Yummy Speeches....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/STQXTlOWHpI/AAAAAAAAALw/SoZrkJ91lw4/s1600-h/20speech600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/STQXTlOWHpI/AAAAAAAAALw/SoZrkJ91lw4/s320/20speech600.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274866688734928530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/STQXTUaoeUI/AAAAAAAAALo/BrKg36MOy2o/s1600-h/27nat-obamawritere.blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/STQXTUaoeUI/AAAAAAAAALo/BrKg36MOy2o/s320/27nat-obamawritere.blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274866684223060290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Brains and Power; What more can a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Favreau, the new White House Director of Speechwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 and single.......we have eight years....... ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8030182969555245750?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/STQXTlOWHpI/AAAAAAAAALw/SoZrkJ91lw4/s72-c/20speech600.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-84625946702610194</id><published>2008-11-10T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:34:30.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>(I was) So yours for the taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"18th Floor Balcony"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I smile&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;To the core&lt;br /&gt;So close that door&lt;br /&gt;Is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath is on your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm unaware&lt;br /&gt;That you opened the blinds and let the city in&lt;br /&gt;God, you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;And we stand&lt;br /&gt;Just taking in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;So my arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;Your head is on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;On this 18th floor balcony.&lt;br /&gt;We're both flying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked about mom's and dad's&lt;br /&gt;About family pasts&lt;br /&gt;Just getting to know where we came from&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts were on display&lt;br /&gt;For all to see&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I raised my hand as if to show you I was yours&lt;br /&gt;That I was so yours for the taking&lt;br /&gt;I'm so yours for the taking&lt;br /&gt;That's when I felt the wind pick up&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the rail while choking up&lt;br /&gt;These words to say and then you kissed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;So my arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;Your head is on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;On this 18th floor balcony...&lt;br /&gt;We're both flying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;To keep you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;'til I can bring you home with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I do I'll keep you in my... dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;So my arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;Your head is on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;So here we are&lt;br /&gt;On this 18th floor balcony, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;Your head is on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;On this 18th floor balcony... we're both..&lt;br /&gt;Flying away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-84625946702610194?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/84625946702610194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=84625946702610194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/84625946702610194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/84625946702610194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-so-yours-for-taking.html' title='(I was) So yours for the taking'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4052990284363185050</id><published>2008-10-31T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:57:56.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 5.53 pm and it's pitch black outside. I know that it gets dark sooner in autumn but this is ridiculous. Especially coz Taipei doesn't seem to get the other autumn side effect---COLD WEATHER! I go out and it's like bloody KL, perhaps on a cooler day. It's not even Genting temperature yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying. ; P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.....I've just signed up to attend a talk regarding the tv industry here. Eddie Peng's going to be there.......yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.......beware rabid fan girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tho I have been less rabid nowadays........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4052990284363185050?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4052990284363185050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4052990284363185050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4052990284363185050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4052990284363185050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark.html' title='Dark'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3121364717392437590</id><published>2008-10-26T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:13:42.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>This is our Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SQSVk-hUg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/SzQ-prhPWz0/s1600-h/st_alexachung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SQSVk-hUg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/SzQ-prhPWz0/s320/st_alexachung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261494727166166002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alexa Chung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The current UK 'it' girl. Young, 24, British Chinese, but doesn't look a lick of Asian. Successful TV presenter, fashion icon darling with a sweet rocker boyfriend to boot. Oh, the envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;a href="http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=XzaJoIUV57E"&gt;pissed off Pan!c&lt;/a&gt; at the Disco and lived to tell about it. What can't this girl do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After initially finding out about this new british media darling, I swear, I had another episode of "gawd why was I born Malaysian?!" aka a serious case of envy. But then if life gives you lemons.....and also of course I read &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/main.jhtml?xml=/fashion/2008/06/22/st_alexachung.xml"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, published by UK's The Daily Telegraph. And I thoroughly changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a part of me wonder what exactly was the reporter getting at writing this? Sure it does a wonderful job of covering Alexa and it's focus is undoubtedly more on Alexa as a fashion icon and personality. But does anyone else detect a slight sarky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(am I even using the word correctly?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/main.jhtml?xml=/fashion/2008/06/22/st_alexachung.xml&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;remark&lt;/a&gt; on Alexa's, and I suppose by extension or association today's youths', lack of concern for the state of the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Alexa, I for one will admit to a lack of newpaper reading. Trust me, if it weren't because I had to read newspaper articles for class, I wouldn't even know we were in a near global recession....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or is it just plain global now?&lt;/span&gt;....but still, the lack of concern is disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, can you imagine an entire generation of followers? Of people who don't know what's going on and just follow the crowd? Well, of course, not reading the papers doesn't mean that you'll be a folower...that's just me shooting my mouth off. But I mean really...even if you don't know how a reccession will affect lil' ol' you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and frankly I don't but I don't want anyone out there writing me a comment and telling me..I'll find out on my own thank you very much....&lt;/span&gt;but anyways....even if you don't exactly see how that'll affect you or if it's any concern of yours..should you...oh I don't know...perhaps even venture to find out? I know I will.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really should finish my copy of Freakonomics&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know....perhaps I'm just ranting...but shouldn't the youth of today take charge of their own future or something? Not that of course there aren't youths doing that already....I've got tons of young activist friends at home. But I mean......how many of us just don't give a damn? A helluva lot I'm wagering.....and isn't that some cause of concern? That coupled with increased drinking and promiscuity it just sounds like the whole world's going to hell....or the Dark Ages......okay, perhaps the Dark Ages are a bit over dramatic.....the......oh lord, I don't even know my ages.....but you know what I mean...I hope. I mean, I'm sure it'll all be fun and all, but it's humanity and the earth of a time limit? I mean, if not enough of us know what do to soon......could we be reduced to a City of Ember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right, I'm really speakin out of my arse there......but you know what I mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and frankly I don't think she'll all that pretty...in the same style category lookswise.....she's got nothing on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shannyn Sossamon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3121364717392437590?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3121364717392437590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3121364717392437590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3121364717392437590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3121364717392437590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-our-youth.html' title='This is our Youth'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SQSVk-hUg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/SzQ-prhPWz0/s72-c/st_alexachung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-7941776982416079234</id><published>2008-10-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:21:32.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>No Day But Today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finale B - Rent the Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK&lt;br /&gt;There Is No Future - There Is No Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER&lt;br /&gt;Thank God This Moments Not The Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIMI &amp;amp; ROGER&lt;br /&gt;There's Only Us&lt;br /&gt;There's Only This&lt;br /&gt;Forget Regret Or Life Is Yours To Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;No Other Road No Other Way&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Trust My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Only Goal&lt;br /&gt;Is Just To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;The Hand Gropes&lt;br /&gt;The Ear Hears&lt;br /&gt;The Pulse Beats&lt;br /&gt;Life Goes On&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Die&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;I Die Without You&lt;br /&gt;I Die Without You&lt;br /&gt;I Die Without You&lt;br /&gt;I Die Without You&lt;br /&gt;I Die Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN&lt;br /&gt;Will I Lose My Dignity&lt;br /&gt;Will Someone Care&lt;br /&gt;Will I Wake Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From This Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Only Now&lt;br /&gt;There's Only Here&lt;br /&gt;Give In To Love&lt;br /&gt;Or Live In Fear&lt;br /&gt;No Other Path&lt;br /&gt;No Other Way&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;No Day But Today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7941776982416079234?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7941776982416079234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7941776982416079234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7941776982416079234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7941776982416079234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-day-but-today.html' title='No Day But Today.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4921389749382327386</id><published>2008-10-16T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:23:46.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fall - Something Corporate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5lIhyRzvMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5lIhyRzvMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;thought i was lost but i was stranded&lt;br /&gt;i go outside&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise the sky had landed&lt;br /&gt;i thought it made more sense&lt;br /&gt;if i could only keep you guessing&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;that i should stop you from undressing&lt;br /&gt;now i'm believing all the words you say&lt;br /&gt;that i can't say back to you&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fall&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel this small&lt;br /&gt;you know i just can't handle this&lt;br /&gt;handle this at all&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just fall&lt;br /&gt;i let my heartbeat drop&lt;br /&gt;i falter as the music stops&lt;br /&gt;and you watch me as stall&lt;br /&gt;and wonder when i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kiss your neck&lt;br /&gt;i feel you breathing on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;still i'm perfect&lt;br /&gt;it must be you cause now it's over&lt;br /&gt;i was so close&lt;br /&gt;that was the most that i have ever been through&lt;br /&gt;now old cassettes and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;will be the ones to save you&lt;br /&gt;how can you ask for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;when all you ever do is go?&lt;br /&gt;just go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i fall&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel this small&lt;br /&gt;you know i just can't handle this&lt;br /&gt;handle this at all&lt;br /&gt;and so i fall&lt;br /&gt;i let my heartbeat drop&lt;br /&gt;i falter as the music stops&lt;br /&gt;and you watch me as i stall&lt;br /&gt;and wonder when i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on&lt;br /&gt;you've kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;go on&lt;br /&gt;and watch me as i fall&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel this small&lt;br /&gt;you know i just can't handle this&lt;br /&gt;handle this at all&lt;br /&gt;and so i fall&lt;br /&gt;i let my heartbeat drop&lt;br /&gt;i falter as the music stops&lt;br /&gt;and you watch me as i stall&lt;br /&gt;and wonder when i..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4921389749382327386?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4921389749382327386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4921389749382327386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4921389749382327386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4921389749382327386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7047962410192951480</id><published>2008-10-16T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:08:55.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Prudence</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever noticed that tho it's perfectly fine to say, my 'old man' but absolutely a faux pas to say, my 'old woman', when it comes to our parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the english language anyways.....I mean, gender differential age sensitivity aside...it just sounds plain wrong.........you know what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7047962410192951480?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7047962410192951480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7047962410192951480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7047962410192951480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7047962410192951480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/prudence.html' title='Prudence'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7797916559205433059</id><published>2008-10-16T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:09:36.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>When I grow old....</title><content type='html'>....I want to age like.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Carrie Bradshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7797916559205433059?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7797916559205433059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7797916559205433059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7797916559205433059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7797916559205433059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-grow-old.html' title='When I grow old....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2283775512300004372</id><published>2008-10-14T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:10:48.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Save me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG...I just spent 3k TWD on shoes...that's roughly RM300.......I'm turning into a girlie girl! Help! I just narrowly escaped buying a pair of boots too.....they made my knees look tiny.....a good thing.......argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save my wallet from myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2283775512300004372?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2283775512300004372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2283775512300004372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2283775512300004372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2283775512300004372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-me.html' title='Save me....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5581135192903987869</id><published>2008-10-12T17:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:15:43.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>5 Takes : My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my gawd! While doing some online surfing and formulating an idea for Mission Americana and post discovery of lonelygirl15.....I stumbled upon the most...rad idea........can you just imagine a guerrilla filmmaking styled travel show, showing the v-logs of a group of friends travelling or backpacking through wherever? kinda like 5 takes.....only....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAL(okay.....I mean 5 Takes is real too, so perhaps the word I'm looking for is less budget)&lt;/span&gt;.....as in no pro production team and just RAW!? I mean, screw TV right? If they don't want me.... ; P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho....I'm sure it's not the most original idea.....and I mean, who could afford to do something like this?? Where would I even begin to get the funding in KL for a project like this? The project in itself could go two ways........completely truth and factual or lonelygirl15 fiction...or perhaps a mixture of both.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wait what is Mission Americana? Well....truth be told, it's just an idea at the moment, but it's basically the sister of Mission Britannica, which is my major England and Ireland travel experience thingy.....right now it's basically all the things I wanna see and do in the UK(Britanicca) and the US(Americana) all jumbled into one and somehow trying to find a way to make it all fit. Stuff I wanna do in these places right now include and are in no way exhaustive are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haggis Tour of Scotland to overnight in a castle!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shamrock Tour of Ireland to experience the Eire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2-3 week course at Oideas Gael to study Gaelic and learn 'in depth' about Irish culture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sacred Journeys tour of England to get in touch with me spirituality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various hodge podge of activities in and around good ol' London, including of course VARIOUS Walking London Tours, West End shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Blackpool  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, perhaps even Notthingham, Stratford-upon-Avon, and isn't there a huge terrarium somewhere with a rainforest in it? Of course...how could I have forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit to the Eden Project&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experience New Orleans Mardi Gras&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 week Pilobolos Summer Workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 week &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Performing Artists Cultural Visitors Program&lt;/span&gt; at the Kennedy Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 week seminar at Arcosanti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In NY itself : Nuyorican Poets Cafe, Dr. Sketychy's Anti Art Class, burlesque class, Coney Island Side Show School, not mention watch loads of Broadway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-2 weeks in Orlando, Disney World ppl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-2 weeks in California...heaven knows to do what else, but the theme parks  are defo on the agenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bottom line of course...all of what I wanna do, is gonna cost a lot of money.....and of course, may not interest other people.....true, certain aspects of these trips are totally for self fulfillment, but I mean, there are aspects that others might like right? Partying at Mardi Gras in New Orleans, DisneyWolrd, theme parks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason that there's no Mission Europa right now, is coz I'm hopin' yo join Jeff and the boys on their Eurotrip next autumn, but if I ain't got the funds fer that when the time comes, then a definite planning for Mission Europa will definitely go underway!! Hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if I ever get any of these trips off the ground....it'll be such a blast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5581135192903987869?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5581135192903987869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5581135192903987869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5581135192903987869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5581135192903987869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-takes-our-way.html' title='5 Takes : My Way'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6813673129092472199</id><published>2008-10-11T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:44:46.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>internet tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right....okay..so watching a wee bit too much internet tv...mainly from the US...will be leaving me with a wee bit of a Valley Girl accent.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so.....I've been like online virtually the whole day checking out webisodes on the internet right...and I've stumbled onto some real jems.....see..me and my friedns back home have toyed with the idea of doing like lots of online media stuff...Malik with his post Joanne Kam revue show/SNL idea and David C with his no-holds-barred zine idea.....and well...lil'o me who gets easily inspired by watching everything and anything I get my peepers on....tho usually on more fanfic like endeavours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywhos....on my quest today, I came across the whole &lt;a href="http://www.lg15.com/lonelygirl15/?p=696"&gt;lonelygirl15 phenom&lt;/a&gt;....and I find it really really intriguing...... of course, viewing it all now in like ultra retrospect and the complete knowledge that is it a 'show' more than likely detracts from it's impact. But for 'research's sake, I'm planning to follow the current lonelygirl15 series - &lt;a href="http://www.lg15.com/theresistance/"&gt;lonelygirl15:the resistance&lt;/a&gt;. just to feel the effects........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I'm totally into like imagining a phenom like that's impact on the Malaysian TV industry....I can't wait to tell Boss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Malaysian media is already doing stuff like Media Prima's CatchUp TV and also Gua.com.my's online shows. With the lack(or lax) of censorship on the web in Malaysia, online would be the way to go no? I mean, imagine the stories you could tell? Already before discovering lonelygirl15. I had wanted to do a very teen and internet based TV show.....adding a internet dimension to it...would only add to the.....mythology? or coherence of the show's universe or whatever you call it......of course...right now, it's just me shooting my mouth off and not being able to do anything much about it concretely since I really envisioning doing this in KL and all my resources are there anyways......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this strong desire to do something back home, kind of detracts from my vision of my future here in Taiwan.....all Laws of Attraction and stuff like that.....I mean, I can totally and almost abso-concre-lutely envisioning taking this project off the ground....I mean, it'd just be so easy....tho of course, the hardest part would be the writing...it would need to be so incredibly tight! I am an absolute believe in strong scripts not to mention good art direction......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..the possibilities!!!!!!! But concentrate.....I need to concentrate on the task at hand!!! That's one of my problems.....I daydream alot......so many ideas......but I don't know how to execute them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who don't know what lonelygirl15 is......check it:&lt;br /&gt;start here : &lt;a href="http://www.lg15.com/lonelygirl15/?p=69"&gt;http://www.lg15.com/lonelygirl15/?p=69&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Wikipedia : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonelygirl15"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonelygirl15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Encyclopedia Dramatica : &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Lonelygirl15"&gt;http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Lonelygirl15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning Enclyclopedia Dramatica is not work or kid friendly!!! But in my net tv show research...I think it's a gem!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eugene......i think you'd like this site......&lt;/span&gt; ; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6813673129092472199?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6813673129092472199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6813673129092472199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6813673129092472199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6813673129092472199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/internet-tv.html' title='internet tv'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2368416210273990099</id><published>2008-10-07T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:07:04.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It has began.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOuI5rT7CfI/AAAAAAAAALY/un9Ma2zTUB8/s1600-h/heroes-downloads-desktop-group-800x600-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOuI5rT7CfI/AAAAAAAAALY/un9Ma2zTUB8/s400/heroes-downloads-desktop-group-800x600-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443914718022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it begins again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2368416210273990099?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2368416210273990099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2368416210273990099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2368416210273990099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2368416210273990099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-began.html' title='It has began.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOuI5rT7CfI/AAAAAAAAALY/un9Ma2zTUB8/s72-c/heroes-downloads-desktop-group-800x600-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-7787782730880758022</id><published>2008-09-30T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:03:23.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Finally!!!! Money......</title><content type='html'>Gawd!! 21 days! Can you believe it? 21 f-ing days to clear a international bank draft??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally have my money. So I finally can begin......to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez-us......do you know how it's like not to be able to just like start things off right off the bat and have to wait, and for a bloody long time almost a month!!!, to get the ball rolling??? Knowing full well that you don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much time to begin with!!! On a deadline people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is...it's over. It's done. It's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: so...note to relocators...check if the country you relocate to readily accepts bank drafts......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7787782730880758022?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7787782730880758022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7787782730880758022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7787782730880758022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7787782730880758022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-money.html' title='Finally!!!! Money......'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3113308295021475334</id><published>2008-09-30T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:44:32.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Movenpick Waffles and Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEFdylPTnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WDUg7PM5f28/s1600-h/P+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEFdylPTnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WDUg7PM5f28/s320/P+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251484649843019378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDsmyW5VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TF6c3PICpig/s1600-h/P+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDsmyW5VI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TF6c3PICpig/s320/P+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251482705351599442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtB_vOqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5fRuVnEOOmE/s1600-h/P+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtB_vOqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5fRuVnEOOmE/s320/P+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251482712655477410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtRm6PVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tuR3Svy9-Rc/s1600-h/P+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtRm6PVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tuR3Svy9-Rc/s320/P+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251482716846308690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtwxEwFI/AAAAAAAAALA/DBI5huH6BvM/s1600-h/P+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEDtwxEwFI/AAAAAAAAALA/DBI5huH6BvM/s320/P+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251482725210439762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEFdylPTnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WDUg7PM5f28/s1600-h/P+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEFdylPTnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WDUg7PM5f28/s320/P+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251484649843019378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3113308295021475334?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3113308295021475334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3113308295021475334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3113308295021475334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3113308295021475334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/movenpick-waffles-and-ice-cream.html' title='Movenpick Waffles and Ice Cream'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SOEFdylPTnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WDUg7PM5f28/s72-c/P+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-2091125871324619636</id><published>2008-09-16T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:27:15.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>AARRGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know what my problem is? I obsess......I obsess to the point of distraction....till I sometimes can't even sleep. Why is gawd's sweet name am I so hesitant about certain things? Just go up and talk to them!  And if you don't.....STOP OBSESSING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish that my brain had this OFF switch or an AUTO-PILOT switch so I could get some bloody sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2091125871324619636?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2091125871324619636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2091125871324619636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2091125871324619636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2091125871324619636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/aarrgghh.html' title='AARRGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-8257456779401790052</id><published>2008-09-14T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:41:30.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>试验 - tesing - 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! Yatta! It works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在再也不用靠NJStar了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently using - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_Pinyin"&gt;Google PinYin IME&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://tools.google.com/pinyin/"&gt;Get it yourself&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to make it spew Traditional Chinese Characters......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8257456779401790052?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8257456779401790052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8257456779401790052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8257456779401790052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8257456779401790052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/tesing-1-2-3.html' title='试验 - tesing - 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-1138769184017716209</id><published>2008-09-14T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:12:44.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Insignificant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot believe how insignificant I feel right now. I feel like some rat that's crawled into a deep dark place to get away from the world or escape reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, the political climate is changing. Anwar is back and is planning to change the country. This could, this might, this...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the dawn of a brand new era. For I think, regardless of whether or not Sept 16 goes according to plan, Malaysian politics will be changed forever. For better or for worse, only Sept 16th and time, will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. 'Chasing my dreams' all the way out here in Taiwan. When a part of me wants to take to the streets when they do back home. Wants to join in the vigils. The protests. Take that walk and light that candle. Perhaps I'm just in it for the opportunity, the chance to feel like I'm making a difference. Like I'm standing up for something, when really, I'm just there when it's seemingly convenient or spectacular. That I'm only there for the drama...in chinese...凑热闹. Perhaps I am. But so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to what's happening back home, what I'm doing, pales in comparison. So, insignificant. So futile. Dare I say....selfish? A part of me wishes I was an activist. That I am the kind that constantly strives to make our society better. The kind that actually does something that worthwhile, not only for themselves and their immediate surrounding circle, but for their society and their people and for the world. The opportunity has also been there.......but I've never really.....grabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I choosing to lead my life away from my society? Away from the achievement of the  greater good (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if that makes sense). &lt;/span&gt;Why am I choosing a path and leads away from the masses and towards the self? Am I selfish? Am I? For as a celebrity, what can I do for my country? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit - 2:08am&lt;br /&gt;But what could I possibly at home? March. Protest. Rally. What use would that serve? A demonstration of democracy, a show of people's will. ....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I truly want. What I truly feel, is the need to just be there. To sit on Malaysian soil with my brethren and wait. With bated breath. For a new age. Or not. To just, be ,There. And not far away, removed from my world, my country, my home in her time of distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just be.....There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-1138769184017716209?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/1138769184017716209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=1138769184017716209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1138769184017716209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1138769184017716209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/insignificant.html' title='Insignificant'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2355995798076001178</id><published>2008-09-12T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:40:52.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gawk'/><title type='text'>Celeb Gawk Report 1</title><content type='html'>Celebrity Sighting 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Artiste : Eddie Peng / 彭于晏&lt;br /&gt;Location  : Taipei Arena&lt;br /&gt;Date  : September 12&lt;br /&gt;Time : 11ish PM&lt;br /&gt;Status : Pure Gawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 1.5? Coz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Celebrity Sighting&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Sighting .75&lt;br /&gt;Artiste : Vince Chong!&lt;br /&gt;Location : He Ping Dong Road&lt;br /&gt;Date : September 9&lt;br /&gt;Time : 3:05ish PM&lt;br /&gt;Status  : Missed Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-counter conclusion = Edddie's tall and not photogenic...and I mean that in a good way. Coz photogenic means, you look better on camera. And he's got perfect skin! I need a beauty team stat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2355995798076001178?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2355995798076001178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2355995798076001178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2355995798076001178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2355995798076001178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/celeb-gawk-report-1.html' title='Celeb Gawk Report 1'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5326163358724066655</id><published>2008-09-09T21:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:22:11.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><title type='text'>Boodles....</title><content type='html'>My latest obsession........&lt;a href="http://www.boodles.com/index.html"&gt;Boodles&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out.......whimsical jewelery(especially the wonderland collection)............so pretty! But they look dead expensive......afterall, they are also British!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEM_FZMuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XZ_Clknqkxk/s1600-h/boodles1208251947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEM_FZMuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XZ_Clknqkxk/s320/boodles1208251947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244024174746874594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEM2U12XI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uGo0iKhGz_0/s1600-h/boodles1208252209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEM2U12XI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uGo0iKhGz_0/s320/boodles1208252209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244024172395747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEMpEGuMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D2unb7hUkoI/s1600-h/boodles1208250324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEMpEGuMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D2unb7hUkoI/s320/boodles1208250324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244024168835889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the word is so fun to say! Say it with me now.....Boodles....Boooooodles....Boo-dles...Bo'dles..Boo!dles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehheheee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOODLES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5326163358724066655?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5326163358724066655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5326163358724066655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5326163358724066655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5326163358724066655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/boodles.html' title='Boodles....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SMaEM_FZMuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XZ_Clknqkxk/s72-c/boodles1208251947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-5652222201327887045</id><published>2008-09-08T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:25:09.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surreal'/><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>未免也太猛了吧.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step out of my room to go and collect my laundry, which I think is overdue, and the washing machine beeps to signal it's finished??? O_0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5652222201327887045?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5652222201327887045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5652222201327887045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5652222201327887045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5652222201327887045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-5556034080623150291</id><published>2008-09-07T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:55:54.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>So...........I'ma gonna go paintballin' in about 8 hours....wish me luck! I'll be sure to take lots of photos and be an absolute tourist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sounds of it...it's woodsballs on the menu....crackers....I think i'm more of a speedball kinda person myself....but oh well....and isn't it funny that it takes me going overseas and being ask by my mum's friend's daughter Ingrid for me to finally go paintballing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the world works eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5556034080623150291?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5556034080623150291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5556034080623150291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5556034080623150291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5556034080623150291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2079993837489030622</id><published>2008-09-03T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:43:08.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Feels like Home</title><content type='html'>在台湾这两天都是阴天，还下了一阵阵的小雨， 天上都是乌云。很像伦敦喔。It feels like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我这次来台湾，第一次，感觉到......我到了外国。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2079993837489030622?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2079993837489030622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2079993837489030622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2079993837489030622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2079993837489030622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels like Home'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-9058979227927118500</id><published>2008-09-02T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:51:41.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>花より男子F - Hana Yori Dango F - 花樣男子F - Boys Over Flowers F -</title><content type='html'>刚刚看了流星花园F。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question still remains......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;あたし  の花沢 類 がいるところ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-9058979227927118500?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/9058979227927118500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=9058979227927118500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9058979227927118500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9058979227927118500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/f-hana-yori-dango-f-f-boys-over-flowers.html' title='花より男子F - Hana Yori Dango F - 花樣男子F - Boys Over Flowers F -'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3317214545112689421</id><published>2008-09-01T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:53:02.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went top watch Mamma Mia just now....and I have to say......I'm impressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don't watch musical made into movies......but after watching the trailer...it seemed a fun jaunt. So what the heck? And fun it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I have to say, Mamma Mia itself is so theatrical and it would most probabaly lend itself best to the stage. The movie tho I believe does do it justice, but I haven't watched the musical so I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly tho, the musical never was on any of must watch lists.......the posters for the musical just never seemed appealing. And I'm sure the production design for the musical would probably have gone for the more 'traditional' greek wedding route. I'm glad the movie didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always with most films that I like, the cinematography was awesome. The breathtaking views of the Greek Islands is really a sight to behold. And the quaint little inn they've set up in the  backlot is just superb, I wish it was real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting-wise, I think it's pretty top notch. Singing......Mr Bond, please let the other agents do the job aight? But of course, Mr Bond's fully got his acting chops on! And Meryl Streeps always a joy. And I absolutley love Christine Baranski!! I think if I were ever cast in the musical...I'd get (and want!) her character! She's just so....fiesty! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that the word I'm looking for?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whatever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but yea! She's awesome!! Why does she always get second grade roles? The woman is though, seriously typecasted. .......sigh......what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia is definitely worth a watch and if you know the lyrics to Abba songs......be warned you just might find yourself singing along to their catchy tunes!&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3317214545112689421?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3317214545112689421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3317214545112689421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3317214545112689421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3317214545112689421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2141623900214126997</id><published>2008-08-31T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:42:53.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>New Chapter, New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>So. It's been about a week since I left good old Tanah Melayu. And today is Hari Merdeka, the day we Malaysian won our independence from the British and declared ourselves Malaysia. It was a time to rejoice. I wish I could say the same about me. I am happy that I am here, away from the mother land, the people that I love. I'm even to a certain extent, use to it. But with all new beginnings, there comes that uncertainty for the future. That feeling of immense lost that comes with moving on. It is a time for........a teething period. A period where things are up in the air and nothing seems quite right. I'm at a place where everything I'm used to is not at my finger tips. I am adrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not to say that I want to go back. That would be easy. That is not what I want. I just want the familiar. I want that sense of belonging. That sense that everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I just need to find my center. My groove in this.....not so strange place. Perhaps I just need to find my place here....in the grand scheme of things. I do not want to go back. I want to stay. I am not.......homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is a bit early to talk of all this. Afterall, I haven't even met my classmates, classes haven't even started. Perhaps it is my inability to jump right into things as I would have liked. Maybe it's the suddenness of departure from home soil. Perhaps I'm just overwhelmed. Perhaps......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2141623900214126997?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2141623900214126997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2141623900214126997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2141623900214126997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2141623900214126997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-chapter-new-beginnings.html' title='New Chapter, New Beginnings'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3307097833682268997</id><published>2008-08-04T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:18:30.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>"When I Grow Up" - PCD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/asK9fHbtZGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/asK9fHbtZGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys call you sexy (What's up, sexy)&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;See, everytime you turn around&lt;br /&gt;They scream your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a confession&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I wanted attention&lt;br /&gt;And I promised myself that I’d do anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all for them to notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;Want them to know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;'Cause see when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on TV&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to tell me I was silly&lt;br /&gt;Until I popped up on the TV&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be a superstar&lt;br /&gt;And knew that singing songs would get me this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't complaining&lt;br /&gt;We all wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and say what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like to be nameless&lt;br /&gt;Want them to know what your name is&lt;br /&gt;'Cause see, when I was younger I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on TV&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them staring at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm a trendsetter&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is true 'cause what I do, no one can do it better&lt;br /&gt;You can talk about me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a hot topic&lt;br /&gt;I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on TV&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;br /&gt;You just might get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3307097833682268997?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3307097833682268997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3307097833682268997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3307097833682268997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3307097833682268997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-grow-up-pussycat-dolls.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4298841986824201676</id><published>2008-08-04T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:40:54.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Parental?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right so I was walking home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suria&lt;/span&gt; right...it's getting dark....I'm walking home in my space-cadet-Forest-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; mode with my laptop bag and sling bag in tow, holding a carton of milk and a box of eggs I bought from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sevenies&lt;/span&gt; and once I reach a condo lobby.......a thought just struck me...I can't really remember what lead my mind to it....but this is the only thing that stuck......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought was.......I don't look much like a parent....or the ideals of what I think a parent would look like..... Not to say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; to be one any time soon...HELL NO! HEAVEN FORBID I SHOULD HAVE SPAWN(!!!) AT THIS TIME!.....but I just don't see myself fitting any form of the parent stereotype.....well, the good ones anyway......I don't look the part..... as strange and this will sound....I just don't think I'm........wait for it.......tall enough(!!?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really??!! Really......and I mean, I'm tall as tall gets for an Asian girl......heck perhaps even by some Western standards.... But I just don't see any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' tykes looking up at me and saying "mommy"......I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;"jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jie"&lt;/span&gt; maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;canlah&lt;/span&gt;....just "ma".......not quite. It's like I expect a parent.....to be like exponentially taller that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; offspring or something...and something in the scale makeup of my body just doesn't seem right......it's like the proportions aren't right or something........it's strange and bizarre......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck.....enough talking about kids.....it's weirding me out..... ; P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4298841986824201676?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4298841986824201676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4298841986824201676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4298841986824201676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4298841986824201676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/08/parental.html' title='Parental?'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-1581255975000588770</id><published>2008-07-13T08:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:32:42.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>On the road.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right, so first day in Thailand.......Words first picture later.......forgot to bring camera cable.... ; P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Trip to Thailand started on the 11th, at 830pm. Finally got to KL Sentral station. Train leaving for HatYai was at 845. With no food yet for dinner, it was time for a call to the respective parties at McD's or KFC for dinner. Luck of the draw, McD's. So we're there waiting for the food delivery, 5 of us waiting for two peaople. The conductors are starting to blow their whistles........and train's about to leave....what do ya know, on time for once.......satu member lagi belum datang. We see her running from KFC. And so, we start rushing down the escalator to Platform 1. All 7 of us, lari lintang pukang, carrying one big backpacker bag each and then some, including plastic bags of snackage and fast food. The word on our lips is "Mana carriage 1V ni? Mana dia??! CEPAT!!!" It was an Amazing Race moment, alas, video camera belum sedia lagi! Tape pun belum load!!! We finally find our carriage at the end of the platform, the first carriage. Safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then settle ourselves in for the long train ride ahead, 16 hours to be exact with minimal stops. It's suppose to be direct. I've never ridden a train long haul locally before, let alone with with bunks. So the entire crew, rank 7 in total. The rundown is, me, Alfred, Syat, Tapai, Modi, Iedil and Skin. Iedil soon rounds the number off to lucky eight though, our "liaison officer", Iedil, is fast at work with a Japanese Korean chick doing a soul search round the world trip, and Yuki or Martina soon joins our ranks. I soon find myself nodding off for the night at 11pm. It's been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awake the next morning, it's 945 and we're in the Rice Bowl of Malaysia, Kedah. Syat tells me the trains running behind. Surprise surprise. Our ETA in HatYai was suppose to be 1045, we're seriously behind schedule. It only gets worse from here on out. By the time, we get to the Immigration check point at Padag Besar, it's already noon. And after we finish with imigration, we find that KTM feels this sudden and intense need to change carriages. In true local institution fashion, it takes them one and a half hours to do so. By the time we leave, it's roughly 130pm. From here. it's a 45 minute train ride to HatYai. With no stops on the way, we should make good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatyai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive in HatYai at 230(local time) with our gang of 8 and all our bags, we squeeze into a TukTuk and head to the bus station to catch transportation to Krabi. We're taken to a travel agent opposite the bus station who offers us an exorbitant price to charter us a mini van to Krabi, our TuTuk guys tells us he can get us a better rate else where. By the end of this escapade, we pay 320 baht per pax for a 4 hour journey to Krabi. I slept most of the way there, and managed to finish watching Wristcutter: A Love Story. On the way we stop at a tourist trap for some lunch. The curries and gulai's were really spicy, nothing better than that to say "Welcome to Thailand" to your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to our hotel wiht not much trouble, the ussual, a local travel agent trying to sell us transportation back to HatYai, before we've even stepped foot on Krabi soil. Passing a Outlet Village on our way in, I'm definitely going to try and stop by before we leave. We reach our guesthouse, Good Dream Guest house at roughly 8pm. After dumping our bags and getting showers, we decide to head off to Ao Nang Beach for some seafood dinner. The drive to Ao Nang from Krabi takes roughly 45 minutes. We get there is a totally pimped up SUV.We try and charter him for our return trip to HatYai, he wants to charge us 6K baht, we say we'll think about. We walk around Ao Nang looking at shops and souvenirs, not  quite aware of the time. We find a nice seafood place overlooking the sea. The Tom Yam is excellent, as was the squid and fish. The green curry, less so. A satisfying end to the long day we've had. A journey that started almost 24 hours ago in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to the beack street of Ao Nang, to try some Somsang. Basically, coke and rum in a small bucket for 200 baht. The rum is foul and the coke is thin. The last time we're trying Somsang in Krabi Iedil. The establishment offered us some boardgames, like Jenga and Connect Four. We played a few rounds of both, concurrently while Iedil and Syat struggle to finish the bucket. After that, we head back to Krabi town in motor bike TukTuks. It's past midnight and they wants 100 per pax for the trip back, we haggle down to a meager 90 baht and hunker down for the long dark, windy drive back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Krabi, Iedil wants us to check out Fu Bar, which is just behind our hostel. We go. We walk past a place called Jam Club that's playing Syat and Alfred's kinda music, Tiesto. But Iedil walks on. Only to find that Fu Bar ain't open. Iedil comments that Krabi and Ao Nang is quite quiet even for low season. With Iedil disappointed we head back to Jam Club for some drinks and good music. After Martina's had a couple of beers and a few rounds of cards, we decide to call it anight. The clock reads 330am as I fall asleep and we have an early morning tomorrow, 745 call time to try and get tickets for the 9am ferry to Phi Phi Island. It';s been a really really really long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Phi Phi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-1581255975000588770?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/1581255975000588770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=1581255975000588770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1581255975000588770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1581255975000588770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-road.html' title='On the road.......'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-5840771375590188895</id><published>2008-07-10T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:29:43.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Yoga in a bottle....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SHW_39QWhQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ulzj6PWYbec/s1600-h/intro-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SHW_39QWhQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ulzj6PWYbec/s400/intro-right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221290311062816002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While out shopping for mozzie repelent at the 'local' organic store in BSC, I came across something called Bach's Rescue Remedy. I've heard about Bach's a few times prior and thought it interesting that it now came in spray form! Har har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now frankly, I'm as clueless and you as to what's so miraculous about it or what it's even for, so I did the two things everyone, I would think, does when in doubt. Turn the box over and search the internet. Reading the back of the box, all I could glean was that Bach's Rescue Remedy would help you relieve stress and calm nerves. Upon closer inspection online, it seems that Bach's is made from minuscule amounts of flower extract, water and brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia though, "Controlled clinical studies of the remedies have generally found the flower remedies to be no more effective than a placebo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, what would you expect? Bach's Rescue Remedy is made based on the science of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homeopathy"&gt;homeopathy&lt;/a&gt;, which in itself is a dubious science anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, tons of people believe in it though. And frankly, I'm quite sure it works, coz really.......if the plant extracts doesn't....the brandy sure will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just might get meself a bottle.......never know when you're gonna need a spot of 'self-rescue'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-5840771375590188895?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/5840771375590188895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=5840771375590188895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5840771375590188895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/5840771375590188895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/07/yoga-in-bottle.html' title='Yoga in a bottle....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SHW_39QWhQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ulzj6PWYbec/s72-c/intro-right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-6616611544555496435</id><published>2008-07-09T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:48:40.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella theme&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Always knew that deep inside that there would come that day&lt;br /&gt;But I would have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Make so many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;As I watched it unfold&lt;br /&gt;This classic story told I left it in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Walking through an open door that led me back to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one unlocking more of the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally stopped tripping on my youth&lt;br /&gt;I finally got lost inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally my mate has met my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the beginning you already knew&lt;br /&gt;I acted like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to be cool&lt;br /&gt;Fronting like it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;I just ran away&lt;br /&gt;And on another phase&lt;br /&gt;Was lost in my own space&lt;br /&gt;Found what its like to hurt selfishly&lt;br /&gt;Scared to give of me&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to just believe&lt;br /&gt;I was in a jealous, insecure, pathetic place&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled through the mess that I have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got out of my own way&lt;br /&gt;I've Finally started living for today&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that I needed to grow&lt;br /&gt;And finally my mate has met my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have a our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something strange and new is happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Gave my love to him Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my destiny can begin&lt;br /&gt;Though we will have our differences&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful is happening, happening&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Now my life doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;It's the best that I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Give my love to him finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh, Finally, Finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A song for my wedding. Someday.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6616611544555496435?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6616611544555496435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6616611544555496435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6616611544555496435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6616611544555496435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-fergie.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6460036237848700629</id><published>2008-07-05T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:15:09.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>You gotta wonder......</title><content type='html'>Sometimes....you gotta wonder what we're all doing things for. I mean really. Sometimes, it's not like you'll be appreciated for it. It'd be even scarier if it were something you're betting your life on. But it's not to say that criticism is bad. But could it please be CONSTRUCTIVE.  I don't know maybe I'm just scared. And stupid...I mean......你明知一定有人说你去看干吗 ? Sometimes it's like why go demoralise yourself further? Like life isn't a bitch already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, perhaps humans have a penchant for self punishment....I mean we do all these things that hurt ourselves intentionally.........hang out with the wrong people, read things we shouldn't bother with, why should we care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6460036237848700629?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6460036237848700629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6460036237848700629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6460036237848700629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6460036237848700629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-wonder.html' title='You gotta wonder......'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3650574857495215827</id><published>2008-07-03T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:23:03.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>YO! Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I first discovered YO! Sushi when I was studying in the UK. A little shop, nestled next to a 50's diner knockofftucked into an alley, ,   not far from Chinatown, Leicester Square. Obviously a non-"traditional" sushi bar outfit, they served fusion and westernised sushi with of course, westernised names. Catchy but still far from authentic, and extremely pricey, by student standards....not mine tho. I only went there once or twice in my nine month stay in the British Isles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in the UK has always been a period of fond memories, montaged to the soundtrack of John Mayer and just a hint of nostalgia. So imagine my delight when I discovered that YO! Sushi would be openning up outlets in KL starting with thier inaugral one in Pavilion!  Now I don't have photos from my first trip to Pavilion's YO! Sushi, but I do have some from YO! Sushi Midvalley. It's located in the underpass that connects Midvalley with the Gardens. Do go check 'em out. They are albeit, a bit pricey, but thier fusion stuff is quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-PL1FiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/60cHcxu0vwU/s1600-h/DSC04364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-PL1FiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/60cHcxu0vwU/s320/DSC04364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745049536599586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recommend, the duck salad and would stay away from the rawish beef ........not that I'm not a fan of seared beef, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or was it tuna?&lt;/span&gt; But is was just plain weird looking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-VkzLQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/THRisKPLWs0/s1600-h/DSC04365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-VkzLQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/THRisKPLWs0/s320/DSC04365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745051251944706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-txBucI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TvMy1Rtub5U/s1600-h/DSC04360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-txBucI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TvMy1Rtub5U/s320/DSC04360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745057745680834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-1ZB3hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QWmsdLDMXb4/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-1ZB3hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QWmsdLDMXb4/s320/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745059792510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-6uIrxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/y3W50UNVToo/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-6uIrxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/y3W50UNVToo/s320/DSC04363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745061223214866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3650574857495215827?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3650574857495215827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3650574857495215827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3650574857495215827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3650574857495215827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-sushi.html' title='YO! Sushi'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SGy0-PL1FiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/60cHcxu0vwU/s72-c/DSC04364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-8789724060301683587</id><published>2008-05-28T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T02:46:33.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>How I Learned to Drive.....</title><content type='html'>Right....so this is the culmination of what I've been busying myself with for the past 3 months........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"   style=";font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ORAL STAGE presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SDxWXe4WxYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7neZhy0E1dY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nSns3v9tWAg/SDxWXe4WxYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7neZhy0E1dY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205130230759867778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PAULA VOGEL&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HOW I LEARNED TO DRIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Growing up in a family with thin, penetrable personal boundaries, Li'l Bit becomes the victim of an incestuous intimacy - Uncle Peck does not only teach his teenage niece to drive, but sexualises her childhood as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrated through a series of bittersweet flashbacks, HOW I LEARNED TO DRIVE is an honest, coming-of-age account on forgiveness, healing and growth – and how one can find light even from the unhealthiest of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I LEARNED TO DRIVE was first produced in 1997 in New York City and has since been awarded, in addition to the Pulitzer: the Obie, the Drama Desk Award, the New York Drama Critics Award, the Outer Circle Critics Award, and the Lucille Lortel Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Johann Lim, Doreen Loo, Davina Goh and Mark Beau de Silva, with Kelvin Wong as Creative Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported by Living Arts and Autodetailer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;"…one of the best plays of the decade." – USA Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;"…a tremendous achievement; genuine and genuinely disturbing." – Village Voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*FOR MATURE AUDIENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOWDATES &amp;amp; TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4th – 7th June 2008 @ 8.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;7th – 8th June 2008 @ 3.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VENUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Actors Studio Bangsar Level 3,&lt;br /&gt;West Wing Bangsar Shopping Centre&lt;br /&gt;285, Jalan Maarof Bukit Bandaraya 59000 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TICKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;RM33 (Adults); RM22 (Students, senior citizens &amp;amp; the disabled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TICKET CONTACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;TAS @ BSC Box Office: 03-2094 0400/1400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howilearnedtodrive.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;http://howilearnedtodrive&lt;wbr&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ON THE WEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoralstage.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;http://www.theoralstage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theactorsstudio.com.my/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;http://www.theactorsstudio.com&lt;wbr&gt;.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Founded in 2004, The Oral Stage (TOS) is an independent youth theatre company comprising of youth from all walks of life, regardless of theatre background. TOS has nurtured more than 70 individuals to date and has 5 productions under its belt, having performed in several venues around Kuala Lumpur, The Klang Valley and Penang Island. Presenting a myriad of issues pertaining to youth today, the company utilizes theatre as a significant medium that engages, evokes and entertains an audience, while channelling across the voice of Malaysian youth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Should you require additional information regarding the production or The Oral Stage, please contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Charmayne Chung at &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:charmayne@theoralstage.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;charmayne@theoralstage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; or Melissa Loovi at &lt;a href="mailto:melissa.publicity@theoralstage.com" target="_blank"&gt;melissa.publicity@theoralstage&lt;wbr&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME AND WATCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;If nothing else, to watch me get groped by Johann...... this year's Cleo Bachelor No 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8789724060301683587?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8789724060301683587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8789724060301683587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8789724060301683587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8789724060301683587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-learned-to-drive.html' title='How I Learned to Drive.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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/_nSns3v9tWAg/SDxWXe4WxYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7neZhy0E1dY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8906086495387994198.post-6676436329772578194</id><published>2008-05-26T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:53:35.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Artistes for Unity</title><content type='html'>Pass it on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8906086495387994198-6676436329772578194?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6676436329772578194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6676436329772578194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6676436329772578194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6676436329772578194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysian-artistes-for-unity.html' title='Malaysian Artistes for Unity'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4901451260476679468</id><published>2008-05-03T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:24:13.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>the Shape of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We as human beings are the products of the people around us. So much of what we, or at least I, do is taken from the people I call 'family'. Be they bad habits or good ones, preferences, and biasness. Stuff like, where to eat; where to shop; buy flowers; do on the weekends; what drinks you prefer; wines; how you think you should be treated at restaurants; how you should be treated, period; preferred brand of cigarettes; the company you hang out with; the clothes you wear; the books you read; the music you listen to; the food you eat; the movies you watch; the kind of things you consider art; the preference for dance, music or theatre; the sports you play; the tv you watch; the list goes on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the product of the people around us. Which is not to say that it's a bad thing. And not to say that we lack individuality. And it's not to say we aren't our own person. I mean, it's the different mix of all these elements that makes us unique. A little bit of this from him, a little bit of that from her, half of that and half of that other thing. At the end of the day, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; who decide which traits to adopt and which to not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4901451260476679468?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4901451260476679468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4901451260476679468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4901451260476679468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4901451260476679468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/05/shape-of-things.html' title='the Shape of Things'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-51530118119377733</id><published>2008-05-02T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:06:15.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>Lapsap &amp; Co. @ micro</title><content type='html'>Madcap couple of months yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncut Unittled Paper House&lt;/span&gt;, then the tour, then the AIIA goes North tour, then straight into rehearsals for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Learned to Drive. &lt;/span&gt;It's been a looooong absence from Lapsap and it's great to be back......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-51530118119377733?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/51530118119377733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=51530118119377733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/51530118119377733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/51530118119377733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/05/lapsap-co-micro.html' title='Lapsap &amp; Co. @ micro'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7754328845720595547</id><published>2008-02-22T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:06:42.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Malaysian GE 2008</title><content type='html'>Right so with elections just around the corner.......the question is......who are you going to vote for? What will the country decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/"&gt;MalaysiaToday&lt;/a&gt; decided to do a 'dry run' on the elections.........they're still doing it as a matter a fact......go to the site and vote.....but the results may not be that much of a surprise.....because really......if you read MalaysiaToday, by either default or something......there's really a majority of which may you'd vote already right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7754328845720595547?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7754328845720595547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7754328845720595547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7754328845720595547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7754328845720595547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/02/malaysian-ge-2008.html' title='Malaysian GE 2008'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-7708977692621271280</id><published>2008-02-09T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:17:10.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>My memories of CNY are all immortalised in photographs. My main CNY memories are centred around my yearly pilgrimages down south to good old JB, just shy of Singapore. Images of having a camera going off in your face, nightly fireworks and sparklers, chowing down to minced pork stuffed fish maw in soup, as well as the obligatory trip down to MeiSan SzeChuan Restaurant in the what-used-to-be-called Holiday Inn Johor Bahru-now-called Mutiara hotel, right next to the bed of VCD/DVD vending vice Holiday Plaza. A place so notorious, it's included in guidebooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day previous to the begining of all these JB CNY festivities has always been, a trip down to Mantin, just shy of Seremban. What I miss most during CNY these days is the old house and the home cooked meal, split into 3 different tables divided by age and generation. It's the food I miss the most, homecooked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zha nyuk &lt;/span&gt;and rice wine chicken, aunts slaving the whole morning for reunion dinner. All us cousins and the rest of the family sitting around watching TV2 CNY specials and uncles playing mahjong on the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days. Now it's all done at the local nearby restaurant. Preset menus and no more mahjong and TV. Just in and out. The passing of goodies bags (a novelty started by my mother I might add!) and ang pows. It lacks that rustic nostalgia of Chinese New Years of yesteryear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the times are achanging and traditions need to keep up with the times too right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-7708977692621271280?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/7708977692621271280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=7708977692621271280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7708977692621271280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/7708977692621271280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3072332970264736980</id><published>2008-02-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:26:49.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>2nd Day of CNY</title><content type='html'>Long gone are the days of good ang pao hauls and endless fun with fireworks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have my mother's comp all to myself for the next coupld of hours while the little ones go bvisiting with thier parents......I'm not one to...sulk and bitch...but THIS IS MY MOM'S COMP!!! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in JB doing the yearly CNY pilgrimage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. They're back.......but thankfully not going to hog in on my FB time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're watching Nancy Drew.....which I must admit...I wanna watch too.......so bye bye blog update hello Hardy Boys! Yea right....I wish it were a Nancy Drew Hardy Boys crossover.....those were always my favourite and the only ones I ever read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3072332970264736980?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3072332970264736980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3072332970264736980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3072332970264736980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3072332970264736980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/02/2nd-day-of-cny.html' title='2nd Day of CNY'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3312704722345685717</id><published>2008-02-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:06:38.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>2007: Year of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>The end of 2007 has been a time of change for me.......many things have happened since, tigers came into my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change started around the time I joined Miss Malaysia Chinatown International in August. Around that time, a certain young tiger was making a prowl around my parts and the poor susceptible piggie that I am. was falling hook line and sinker....which in retrospect is perhaps not the worst thing in the world. This whole tigers are good for you thing stuck home.....tho actually it started with, but you know what I mean.....when I got this free fortune necklace thingie...I got one with a tiger pendant because for me, a boar, tigers are suppose to help change your luck.....and change my luck it did....I think. Things started looking up for me. Especially in the relationship department.....and having it good there....makes me all in all a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the lil' tiger, then there was Sy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A part of me still wishes that perhaps I had waited like I said I would...but hey....things happen. If it was meant to be....it'll come around again. It did for Donald. &lt;/span&gt;And of course now, there's Al.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(que warm fuzzies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. A tiger changed my life. Cheers to the Year of the Pig, bid it adiue. Coz a new year is born and it's the Year of the Rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Mickey Mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3312704722345685717?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3312704722345685717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3312704722345685717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3312704722345685717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3312704722345685717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/02/2007-year-of-tiger.html' title='2007: Year of the Tiger'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-1584558224728111014</id><published>2008-02-03T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:10:25.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Endings</title><content type='html'>I should really be sleeping but just wanna take this opportunity to pen some random thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificially Imtelligent was off to the rocky start on Thursday, thing only kinda got worse on Friday...but thing picked up today......Sat night's show was the best yet@ Too bad we're only running for the week. Perhaps also it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insha'allah&lt;/span&gt; also......short and sweet. Tomorrow's the last show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a new digi SRL yesterday too...body only tho, Nikon D70s...........Nick C and I are gonna sit down and have a pow wow about the kind of lenses would suit my needs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that I'm almost going to miss the deadline for the MediaCorp Auditions. Thank goddess I'm looking at it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-1584558224728111014?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/1584558224728111014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=1584558224728111014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1584558224728111014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/1584558224728111014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/02/endings.html' title='Endings'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-698218827539883032</id><published>2008-01-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:27:04.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Was in the middle of a quest in GW just now....a freaking long wan somemore, the first in Cantha.....half way through and what the fuck happens?? The comp restarts itself on me.........I'm like....wait...I just got my ass owned in GW.....my health and mana level's are down by 58% but enough of my team is stil alive to keep on fighting the good fight and some dude who doesn't know his freaking comp number and decides to pull a fast one on the cyber caf decides to random my comp number?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I play GW in a caf.......takes too much energy to calm the fuck down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-698218827539883032?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/698218827539883032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=698218827539883032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/698218827539883032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/698218827539883032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-9076823017000430562</id><published>2008-01-29T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:32:13.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain Fodder'/><title type='text'>The Ties That Bind</title><content type='html'>Life, to me at least, is all about relationships. It's about the people you meet and people you keep company with. People come and go....the real friends, the trues ones, will always come back. Will always be there. For those of you who know who you are, I thank you for being there and giving me a chance to redeem myself. And for those of you who don't. I thank you too for giving me another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a little drinking sesh for Helena's birthday. I haven't really been the best of friends to her for a bit. But I hope to change all that. Same goes for my lil' Nicky. I love you like a brotherlah bro......no matter how much you annoy me, you still got a place in herelah babe. Just gimme some time yo! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea. Realtionships, with my friends, my other half, my family, the people around me, are important to me. Life, is the relationships you have with the world around you and the people in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-9076823017000430562?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/9076823017000430562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=9076823017000430562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9076823017000430562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9076823017000430562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/ties-that-bind.html' title='The Ties That Bind'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-9123835373309976644</id><published>2008-01-25T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:20:02.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Spread the Joy</title><content type='html'>Here are just a couple of web comics Yu Han and Alfred got me hooked on while working at The Curve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those army enthuses amongst you.....the slowest updated comic on the web......&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the Blastwave - &lt;a href="http://www.blastwavecomic.com/index.php?p=comic&amp;amp;nro=1"&gt;http://www.blastwavecomic.com/index.php?p=comic&amp;amp;nro=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the gamers amongst you.......&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Del - &lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-9123835373309976644?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/9123835373309976644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=9123835373309976644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9123835373309976644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/9123835373309976644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/spread-joy.html' title='Spread the Joy'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2981683187729988073</id><published>2008-01-25T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:41:09.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right...so New Years Resolutions.......only 25 days late...it's alright..it's still the first month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually believe in making resolutions......but I have no idea what else to call them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically here's a list of things, I'd like to....achieve? aim for? include? in my life in the year and years to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Photograph more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be one of those people who bring cameras every where they go. I feel that my life needs to be documented more......I mean, you're only young and this good looking once....sometimes...... &lt;/span&gt;; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Write more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both here on the blog and in real life.....actually getting around to finishing everything I start. Perhaps even dabble in a bit of editorial work. Coz really...even if I can't write a good article...I really think I can vet work really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just get off my ass and do more things. I want to act? Go out on a limb and go for castings and auditions. I wanna dabble in retail? Go out and just do it. Wanna make a movie? Just get the people together and Nike! Coz there's no use just sitting there and waiting for stuff to happen. Make things happen. God helps those who help themselves, and I'm gonna help myself to a whole load of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea......that's basically it....I might just come back during the course of the week and add more stuff.....but that is basically it......resolutions. My To-Do list of this year...and perhaps even the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Always carry a  camera and buy that 2nd hand SLR.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Dedicate time everyday to writing.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Just get out of the house and be more involved in the world.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; registered to vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: one of the reasons I'm so inspired is coz Alfred just got a copy of this month's Klue and guess who's got a 5 page spread? Heck if she can do it......so can I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: note to self.....stop reading ppl's blog archives.......it can be hazardous to health...but really I don't know which is more painful.....said person having a &lt;a href="http://www.cartier.com/en/Creation,B4038800,,Trinity%20de%20Cartier-Rings"&gt;Cartier Trinity Ring&lt;/a&gt;......or said person calling rose(red) gold, brass.........*knife thru the heart, knife thru the heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(she has the one...wihtout the diamonds...the classic.....I want........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2981683187729988073?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2981683187729988073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2981683187729988073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2981683187729988073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2981683187729988073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-6783877352411493784</id><published>2008-01-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:35:19.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Readings and New Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just came back from the reading of Instant Cafe's reading of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero.&lt;/span&gt; It was a......enlightening experience. I've never really been for readings....mainly coz it usually clashes with my schedule for some odd reason so it was nice to finally make it to one. The script itself was quite strong. Tho a bit draggy in parts.....whether because of the actor or the script itself, I don't know. I thought, the mother character lacked a personal journey or character development, and certain elements that were brought up never truly explored. But this is still a work in progress so there's still room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also happening this weekend, was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;News for You&lt;/span&gt;, brought all the way down from Penang.......I have to say I was rather dubious about this show....so opted to join my friends for a mad cap trip up to Genting instead of watching it. I think perhaps my decision the right one....especially when Farah was critical about it. Not to say anything about Squinty but if she's complaining...then well.......yea. I'd probably have killed myself....... And the premise....was supposedly a good one too. I mean Alfred was interested......and I would be too I suppose if I weren't put off by the poster..and the group calling themselves The Ministry of Truth........really?????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with young'uns and their delusions of grandeur? Noobs always seem to have this wide eyed invincibility thing going on. I know what this fancy theatre term or this grand concept mean let's make this play or talk about this theme or do this style........it's like this nothing can touch me I know it all and best attitude.....I'll be the first to admit, when I first started out. I shared these...."delusions"...okay thoughts myself........pretentious enough to believe that just because I know what it is I can do it.......but there's always a difference.....between doing it...and doing it well....this pretentiousness can be.....annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt; for example....the only reason I didn't go for the audition was because the audition notice was pretentious enough to go, we only want serious actors because of the material involved......REALLY????? I haven't seen it yet...but well......I haven't exactly heard incredibly wonderful things about it.......except for the cinematography which I hear is close to stunning....definite eye candy........but support Malaysian we must! Especially noteworthy ones. I hear that the director at least, has taken a step into the right direction. If all else can match up to his cinematic sight, then perhaps a prolific filmmaker he shall make. We'll just have to wait, and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all this....earlier this month, the 7th to be exact, KLPac had it's newest monthly offering, The Platform. An avenue for theatre noobs to take their stab at theatrical writing and acting. Write your own 15 minute short play, stage it at The Platform and stand a chance to participate in a grand old theatrical experiment next year! The aim is to unearth new talent. A wonderful and commendable venture. &lt;a href="http://www.kakiseni.com/articles/reviews/MTI0NQ.html#top"&gt;Zedeck 'Tembak'ed it&lt;/a&gt;.....to not so rave comments....But I have to say...I agree with him at some points. I had people coming up to me saying the piece on domestic abuse was so good and so brave. But like Z I could see it a mile coming and had wished she'd tackled the issue in some other way without resorting to the usual histrionics. The second piece goes without saying..... The third piece tho, is exactly what I mean by noob theatrical bravado. That, let's try being surrealist, coz it seems cool. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, heavens no. I think all of us who've done theatre for so long have been there before. Some of us have moved on to being cynics who've given into commercialism, some gallantly still try with marginal success, while others just don't know when to quit. I, am a partial cynic. I look at them and wish I were back where they are. Wide eyed and naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes tho, sometimes, on a big bright clear blue sky-ed day I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-6783877352411493784?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/6783877352411493784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=6783877352411493784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6783877352411493784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/6783877352411493784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/readings-and-new-works.html' title='Readings and New Works'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-3466900543563139381</id><published>2008-01-19T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:51:41.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><title type='text'>Johanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmzTMRTB_G4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmzTMRTB_G4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel you,&lt;br /&gt;Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you.&lt;br /&gt;I was half-convinced I'd waken.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied enough to dream you,&lt;br /&gt;happily I was mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal you,&lt;br /&gt;Johanna,&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal you.&lt;br /&gt;Do they think that walls can hide you?&lt;br /&gt;Even now I'm at your window...&lt;br /&gt;I am in the dark beside you,&lt;br /&gt;buried sweetly in your yellow hair!&lt;br /&gt;I feel you,&lt;br /&gt;Johanna!&lt;br /&gt;And one day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal you!&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm with you then,&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you there...&lt;br /&gt;sweetly buried in your yellow hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Antony taken from Sweeney Todd - The Muscial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-3466900543563139381?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/3466900543563139381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=3466900543563139381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3466900543563139381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/3466900543563139381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/johanna.html' title='Johanna'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-2097928518551548185</id><published>2008-01-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:05:51.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Retrospect 2007</title><content type='html'>Another year has come to a close.....despite my previous post...or is it in spite? Things have changed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a year of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became an adult. I finished college and started 'working'. I registered to vote. I started caring about what our country is coming to and participated in the efforts to try and change it. I became more involved in my industry. I took responsibility. I grew up. I made friends and lost some. I took leaps of faith. I experienced new things. I hurt others. I hurt myself. I let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-2097928518551548185?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/2097928518551548185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=2097928518551548185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2097928518551548185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/2097928518551548185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2008/01/retrospect-2007.html' title='Retrospect 2007'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-391146686240161076</id><published>2007-12-28T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:44:40.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>It Pours...</title><content type='html'>Not that I want to flaunt it into anyone's face....far from it...but it's just an observation on my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I get into a relationship.......the cherry blossoms come in full bloom and tons of other guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; decide to get onto the "Let's ask Amelia out" bandwagon....and usually...painfully......sadly......a couple of days too late.....GET WIT THE PROGRAM! ACT FAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-391146686240161076?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/391146686240161076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=391146686240161076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/391146686240161076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/391146686240161076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-pours.html' title='It Pours...'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-8428236147040394828</id><published>2007-12-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:19:08.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R&apos;n&apos;R'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It Was A Very Good Year.....</title><content type='html'>Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for small town girls&lt;br /&gt;And soft summer nights&lt;br /&gt;We'd hide from the lights&lt;br /&gt;On the village green&lt;br /&gt;When I was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for city girls&lt;br /&gt;Who lived up the stair&lt;br /&gt;With all that perfumed hair&lt;br /&gt;And it came undone&lt;br /&gt;When I was twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls&lt;br /&gt;Of independent means&lt;br /&gt;We'd ride in limousines&lt;br /&gt;Their chauffeurs would drive&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the days grow short&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the autumn of the year&lt;br /&gt;And now I think of my life as vintage wine&lt;br /&gt;From fine old kegs&lt;br /&gt;From the brim to the dregs&lt;br /&gt;And it poured sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mess of good years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Hope you had a good one. Happy 2008 to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-8428236147040394828?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/8428236147040394828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=8428236147040394828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8428236147040394828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/8428236147040394828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-was-very-good-year.html' title='It Was A Very Good Year.....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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-8906086495387994198.post-4684077955392299654</id><published>2007-12-22T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:33:03.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>SM Town Audition downer....</title><content type='html'>Right...SM Entertainment...the lovely people who gave you BOA, Dong Bang Shen Ki and KangTa...were in town yesterday to hold their global auditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...lie a good little starlet wanna be...I went......waited for 3 hours....and was late for work....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thankfully the lovely and ever compassionate Queen Leen was there to help me out and be Santa Rina for a day........I LOVE YOU SHER LEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And needless to say since I'm not jumping of furniture........I didn't get in.......I'm not going to go..."but it was so short!" coz that's hog wash to a certain extent.......I'm just not what they are looking for......I don't have what they consitute as 'star quality'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean I'll give up? HECK NO! There's still Taiwan.........and if not, the westerns.....Singapore and finally.....Malaysia.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just....too bad my mom won't be able to point at a photo of her and KangTa and say...."Oh, my daughter is KangTa's 师妹。 "  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my mom thought KangTa was cute....which is surprising since she thinks F4 are so 'gay'.....gay as in look like girls.....but she does know what gay means......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....c'est la vie.......it's their loss.........coz I'm going to be a super star......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's the only thing, I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8906086495387994198-4684077955392299654?l=the-public-domain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/feeds/4684077955392299654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8906086495387994198&amp;postID=4684077955392299654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4684077955392299654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8906086495387994198/posts/default/4684077955392299654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-public-domain.blogspot.com/2007/12/sm-town-audition-downer.html' title='SM Town Audition downer....'/><author><name>Ame C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09171779235854824190</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></feed>
