<?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-5514192576792331456</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:41:22.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an old newbie of blogging!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-5433380806005034263</id><published>2008-12-07T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:32:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday dearest Pearly!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/STv6REh7EQI/AAAAAAAAAII/ExwXdq0Kuyk/s1600-h/pearly"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/STv6REh7EQI/AAAAAAAAAII/ExwXdq0Kuyk/s320/pearly" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277086559575412994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a very special lady who is more than a big sister to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Pearly.... We all here love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great Birthday and looking as young and beautiful as ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-5433380806005034263?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/5433380806005034263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=5433380806005034263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5433380806005034263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5433380806005034263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday dearest Pearly!!!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/STv6REh7EQI/AAAAAAAAAII/ExwXdq0Kuyk/s72-c/pearly' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-9111471976781343750</id><published>2008-04-05T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:50:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Pearly and Trinity :"What do you think about me?"</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Pearly and Trinity ages ago, sorry "hunnies", have been procastinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think about me? Doing this specially for Pearly and Trinity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A) LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR :- &lt;br /&gt;I already have my top notch presents, my hubby, my son, my family (parents and siblings), my blog buddies especially (I have actually spent more of my time and soul with my blog buddies than anyone else besides my son and hubby)--it's so worth it though, my long time friends who still keep in touch with me and remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) THE PERSON WHO TAGGED ME IS:&lt;br /&gt;Pearly&lt;br /&gt;Trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER:&lt;br /&gt;*Pearly*&lt;br /&gt;Hot mama&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful person with a golden heart&lt;br /&gt;Very funny and very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;Very genuine and real&lt;br /&gt;Treats everyone with so much respects and love, cares about everyone, a very good listener. She kinda reminds me of myself because we both don't take bull craps from others! ahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trinity*&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful inside out&lt;br /&gt;Very creative, talented, dilligent, intelligent&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, she have strong virtues, strong values and is very genuine towards everyone, cares about everyone&lt;br /&gt;Hot mama&lt;br /&gt;Soft spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS GIVE/DONE FOR YOU/E) THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU~  ~ &lt;br /&gt;* Pearly*&lt;br /&gt;She is a very precious friend to me, I have been chatting with her a lot lately on yahoo, she is much more cuter and funnier than I have expected, she is a great listener, she gives lot of advices and is very genuine. So many memorable things that she had said to me, but the very one that I was so touched is to visit her,she offered to babysit my son so that my hubby and I can have our honeymoon in Rome! Not even my friends here have ever offer to watch my kid eventhough I was so sick. I must definetely make a trip to visit her and her family soon ( aha! Pearly, no you don't have to babysit my kid hahah). She is someone whom everyone will love. A real keeper also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trinity*&lt;br /&gt;She have been a precious friend to me too, I don't really consider her as just a blog buddy, I consider her as a real genuine friend; she really holds a very special place in my heart. It is not the things that she had done for me, given me, it's her beautiful genuine heart and soul that she has shown to everyone including me. I also have to thank her for making my birthday so special with her special dedications and informing other bloggers about my existance. She is a real keeper, I would never want to lose her friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL &lt;br /&gt;hahahah, that's a funny question, yeah I do have lots of love for them both. They could never be my lover, but we will certainly be BFF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G) IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE SOMETHING YOU LEARN FROM HIM/HER :&lt;br /&gt;No way any of them will become my enemy, they both are way to nice. No one would want to hurt a nice person like them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tagging anyone...Happy reading!! I love you both Trinity and Pearly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-9111471976781343750?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/9111471976781343750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=9111471976781343750' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/9111471976781343750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/9111471976781343750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-think-about-me-for-trinity.html' title='Tagged by Pearly and Trinity :&quot;What do you think about me?&quot;'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-975390349362020917</id><published>2008-03-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T07:54:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 12th Birthday, Oliver!!</title><content type='html'>Wishing handsome Oliver (Pearly's dearie son) a Very Happy Birthday! He turns 12 today.&lt;br /&gt;May all your birthday wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a67344d6a4d314d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Oliver's Birthday" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a67344d6a4d314d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-975390349362020917?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/975390349362020917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=975390349362020917' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/975390349362020917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/975390349362020917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-12th-birthday-oliver.html' title='Happy 12th Birthday, Oliver!!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-8312011325876270861</id><published>2008-03-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:44:02.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Nicholas!</title><content type='html'>My dear baby boy Nicholas,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I know I am kinda late posting this.&lt;br /&gt;My son turned 2 years old on March 21st, hurray, celebrating another year of milestone for me as a mom.&lt;br /&gt;Also Happy Belated to Jayden, Sasha's precious baby boy, he and Nicholas both were born on March 21st, 2006. What a big coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a67314f4467794f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Happy Birthday Nicholas" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a67314f4467794f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-8312011325876270861?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/8312011325876270861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=8312011325876270861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8312011325876270861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8312011325876270861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-2nd-birthday-nicholas.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Nicholas!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-4610534734627184782</id><published>2008-03-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:24:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic!</title><content type='html'>It's 2.22am. Stuck on macys.com since 1.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on refreshing the browser but I am still getting the same message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be right with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little crowded in here right now, and to make sure everyone enjoys shopping with us, we're asking new visitors to wait here a few moments while other shoppers finish up. We'll refresh your browser and welcome you in momentarily. Thanks for your patience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I will stay up all night? morning? if I have to. I really want to get some web busters posted.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is just to shop online, why is it so hard !. =*(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-4610534734627184782?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/4610534734627184782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=4610534734627184782' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4610534734627184782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4610534734627184782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopaholic.html' title='Shopaholic!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-3879417177428873596</id><published>2008-03-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:48:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday wish to all</title><content type='html'>It's almost  midnite, means that I could no longer make a wish on my birthday since it's going to be officially over.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is, I did not have any birthday wish this year, I might be poor, hideous, dumb,boring,not having a perfect hubby and son but overall I am content with life and my family.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and blessed that I have a place to live, food on the table (in fact too much food), a good enough hubby and a good enough son that drives me up the wall everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I am not wishing for more friends (not refering to the ones I known through blogging, in contrary I am very happy with my selection of blog buddies); in reality I have make too many friends in my 33 years of life, unfortunately, 85% of them are fair weathered friends. Have already ditched most of them. haha. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;I am not wishing for world peace, sounds too cliche, besides everybody already help making via contributing those wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, sincerely, wishing that I am bestowed with lots more of wishes (greedy me!) that I could send and share with all of you that I met and known in the blogsphere my wishes. May each and everyone of your wish come true. I am truly blessed and glad that I have found you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: sorry for the bad grammar and typo, coz I am churning this blog in 2 mins before it's midnite when my so over-rated birthday is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;*I am truly missing my homegirl*&lt;br /&gt;My homegirl (you know who you are), I am truly missing you, I thought you were gone for good when you drop me the last comment weeks ago. It breaks my heart to see you sad,it breaks my heart to pieces to know that your heart is broken, it breaks my heart that someone could actually hurt you, it breaks my heart more that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that even if the whole world is against you, you will still have my shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;However, I am glad to hear from you again, thank you for making my day. &lt;br /&gt;I am sure you will find your rainbow of happiness someday!&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Trinity, you rock!!&lt;br /&gt;Trinity, I am so touched by your gestures, words cannot describe how grateful I am for what you have done, for trip to the "moon" and invited all my dear blog buddies to join in the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Trinity, if there is a choice of a diamond and your friendship and that I could only choose one,I will choose you because you are more real and genuine than a diamond. =) Means how precious your friendship is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pearly, whoa, I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;Pearly, just hop over your page, I am also so touch with all the gifts and cake, it's yummy in the tummy.&lt;br /&gt;It's so blissful to have friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;You are also the kind of friend whom I would lock in my heart, throw the key away and keep you in my heart forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the well wishes. I am truly blessed that I, by "fate" have found you all my dear blog buddies aka "my moonlight angels".&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of you out there is unique in your way and I do enjoy reading your blogs. You guys rock too..Love you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Can't wait to hang out with Dawn on Sat, hopefully Simmie can make it too. Haven't seen them for almost half a year. Dawn and Simmie are by far the nicest people that I know in Minnesota. I'll bet that everyone whom have met them love them to death! Simmie is just like the sun, bright, bubbly and happy go lucky all the time,where else, Dawn is like the moon, very serene, quiet and a little mystical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still melancholy though, but I do like the feeling...I am such a weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-3879417177428873596?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/3879417177428873596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=3879417177428873596' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/3879417177428873596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/3879417177428873596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday-wish-to-all.html' title='My birthday wish to all'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-6297988240088785009</id><published>2008-02-19T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:48:47.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I have decided that I want to be melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let me attached a video clip of a sad song.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me if I understand what's the lyrics about. Honestly, I don't. All I know it's in korean.&lt;br /&gt;Music is just like love, it's "universal". You really do not need to understand it's language; or comprehend it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to feel it with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;*Sarang Heyo" everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my melancholy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Hhm4USUe3ng' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Hhm4USUe3ng'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-6297988240088785009?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/6297988240088785009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=6297988240088785009' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6297988240088785009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6297988240088785009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/02/j-entercom-kiss-because-i-girl.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-1901472029509643495</id><published>2008-02-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:51:00.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Firehorse!</title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot Firehorse aka Kopi Soh for watching the Superbowl with me eventhough we both are at 2 different locations and at 2 different time zones. =)&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that the team that we rooted for didn't win. Anyhow, there is always next year! Congrats to the winning team!&lt;br /&gt;So Firehorse, again, I would like to thank you for your time and very content for being able to share all your excitement, hahaha. I surely did have lots of fun. It was more fun than watching it with my hubby because &lt;br /&gt;#1: He doesn't scream like a little girl especially with the running and touch down moments.&lt;br /&gt;#2: He doesn't share the same concept of mine; admiring them the players' bods and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you gonna watch NBA also?? That Yau Ming is so over-rated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-1901472029509643495?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/1901472029509643495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=1901472029509643495' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1901472029509643495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1901472029509643495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-firehorse.html' title='Thank you Firehorse!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-1441474128637161413</id><published>2008-01-10T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:38:44.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling my soul???</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone; who wrote and tell me ; how you all missed me, how I have been MIA..thanks a bunch for all the comments and concerned, I truly appreciated it. Big hugs  to all of you out there..All of you are still very much in my thoughts eventhough I have literally gone MIA.&lt;br /&gt;As usual...&lt;br /&gt;I have always been extremely and astonishingly unintelligent.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing intelligent to say, to write, to ask or to comment.&lt;br /&gt;I refused to sell my soul for the sake to churned out even a very mediocre post in my almost non existence blog.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am so pooped!&lt;br /&gt;To all of you out there who wrote and post those absolutely amazing posts, thank you for englightening me everytime I read them. Whoever you are, thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;Well, take care everyone, I am so in dire need to finetune my so called brain.&lt;br /&gt;Imitating the doofus in Terminator with his catch phrase...*I'll be back*...with my cuter and sweeter voice, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-1441474128637161413?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/1441474128637161413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=1441474128637161413' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1441474128637161413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1441474128637161413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2008/01/selling-my-soul.html' title='Selling my soul???'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-795702591806622559</id><published>2007-12-31T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:28:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-795702591806622559?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/795702591806622559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=795702591806622559' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/795702591806622559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/795702591806622559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-8475821588542646465</id><published>2007-12-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:44:50.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Bashing, Nicole's style!</title><content type='html'>Sorry if this post sounded cruel or define me as a male bashing feminist... hahah, but I am sure I do have a good time typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays seems like everyone has signed up with facebook, and I am one of them the so called hi-tech savvy homosapien. I had never really explore it because I wasn't that interested and never expect a lot out of it, also I have no interest to look up for friends to be added on their list. However, lately, some old friends ( ex-schoolmates especially) found me ( yippee to them coz I am sure a very valuable friend, no one will deny my existences, aha!).So from there, I found so many of my ex schoolmates ( being the snob as always, I'll let them request me for the add then!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, the fundamental topic is not about facebook or my snobbish self, but it's about my ex-schoolmates from high school. From their profile pics, I could not believe that 99% of those superficial,over dramatic,over confidence, cocky, self centered, vain and who thinks that they are all that! kind of MCPs ( yeah they were those good looking hunks with many girls surrounding them, wanting to know them or just strike a conversation with them) have apparently did not take very good care of themselves for the past decades and have evolved? metamorphosis? into "The I would not even give you one look!" MCPs. How sad! I hope that they would not request to be added in my facebook because I would not have mercy on their morphosised self and give them not so nice remarks. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple thought that those MCPs eventually never realised that being awfully good looking but with a bad attitute wouldn't get them no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do sound like one angry old hag writing this haha! I do have a good laugh but I don't know how to bash some more. Just that I was so astonished why would they let themselves go but yet before that happened they complained or ignore people who wasn't blessed with such good looks as if they detested ugly people. But yet they themselves turned ugly now. *tsk* tsk* tsk* &lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am not those ugly people that they detested, I was plain hideous and still is, haha, so this post is not writing about me ann my past.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am sure glad that I didn't end up with one of them coz I detest good looking people who turned ugly. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-8475821588542646465?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/8475821588542646465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=8475821588542646465' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8475821588542646465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8475821588542646465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/12/male-bashing-nicoles-style.html' title='Male Bashing, Nicole&apos;s style!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-5852194839764669128</id><published>2007-12-21T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:30:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas &amp; Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R2ys_bgaD4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/34MxIbwEh30/s1600-h/xmas07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146678679893053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R2ys_bgaD4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/34MxIbwEh30/s320/xmas07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get lazy, procastinate or being forgetful, my Old dude, Little Dude and I would like to wish everyone a Merry Xmas and Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know,&lt;br /&gt;It is time of the year, this very special time&lt;br /&gt;That is full of hope and joy,&lt;br /&gt;A time for family, warmth and peace,&lt;br /&gt;To cherish and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;May all your spirits shine inside and out, this joyous time&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have all of you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Have a very Merry and Blessed Xmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-5852194839764669128?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/5852194839764669128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=5852194839764669128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5852194839764669128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5852194839764669128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Xmas &amp; Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R2ys_bgaD4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/34MxIbwEh30/s72-c/xmas07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-986748615662316668</id><published>2007-11-29T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:23:02.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>atrocities?</title><content type='html'>I have just done watching " Provoked: A true Story".&lt;br /&gt;This movie is based on true story, it's sad and it brought tears to my eyes ( Apparently, I am  a very sensitive, weepy kind of person). "Provoked" reflects the journey of an emotionally, psychologically and physically battered woman from through depths of despair, sadness to the glory and grace of emancipation.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me ponder about life itself, about humankind who did not even have a slightest chance to be in a blissful relationship ( not women in particularly, have known to the fact that men have also been victim of abuse).&lt;br /&gt;Probably, many out there could not relate to the issue, however, this is an issue which we could never ever deny its existence. Domestic violence, relationship violence takes many forms. Some of the most insidious forms of abuse by a spouse/partner are emotional abuse.&lt;br /&gt;NO one out there should decide or dictates how another person should live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-986748615662316668?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/986748615662316668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=986748615662316668' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/986748615662316668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/986748615662316668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/11/atrocities.html' title='atrocities?'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-7730115283289930215</id><published>2007-11-22T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:51:23.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bestest friends are "Dumb and Dumberer" ?</title><content type='html'>Brain dead? Anyone could help to enlighten me with a nicer definition rather than my own definition.&lt;br /&gt;My straightforward definition: Old brain is not working because I am dumb? I have a micro mini pea sized brain. Dumber and Dumberer would loved to have me as their new found friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not know if I am really cut out for law school at this age. I am already thirty plus of age. Got my degree like ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dilligently practising most LSAT questions for couple of months. Honest to say that I would actually love to be "diamond in the rough" in the realm of the oh so prestigious law society ( sarcasm here!) ; that managed to nail every single questions in the LSAT pratice questions, passing it with a incredible score of 170 above (180 is the highest scale); sort after by the best law school and finally get an intern in the nations top law firm and be sucessful . ( dream on!!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 100 questions I could not answer 101 questions? Because the extra question is from myself...&lt;br /&gt;Q= Why am I so not smart?&lt;br /&gt;See, I could not even answer my own question... duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently on a good note that old dude refused to admit or validate that I am kinda ( using that term kinda because I am not really a full pledge dumbo ok? )dumb. He always comment that I am the smartest person that he had met. I do love that kind of compliments though and always demand him to validate his so sweet statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he would say is that "I am smart marrying to him because he is one good catch!!"( yeah huh?)&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks otherwise means that it will be a big blow to his ego because "I am so stupid to married him???" or " I am married to him because I am dumb?" aha! Make sense, only to him!&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if he ever thinks I am kinda dumb means it contradicts with his over realistic ego that he will only married to a smart woman. Marrying a smarter woman than he is does have a lot of advantages, only for his part!. Glad, I am not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-7730115283289930215?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/7730115283289930215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=7730115283289930215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/7730115283289930215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/7730115283289930215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-really-cut-out-for-law-school.html' title='My bestest friends are &quot;Dumb and Dumberer&quot; ?'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-5980459132214874600</id><published>2007-11-22T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:54:12.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, sleepy and hungry. Old dude and little dude were both happily visiting dreamland whilst I am here waiting for the oh so Happy Thanks to me giving my time waiting for the turkey to be cooked. I didn't know that it takes such a long time to roast a turkey. How ignorant I have been? I swear it has been in the oven for more than 2 hours??&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my first time cooking on Thanksgiving day, for the past fews years we joined in other people's thanksgiving feast. hahaha! Those were the easiest and funnest thanksgiving I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Life goes on, turkey will be cooked regardless...aiyayar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-5980459132214874600?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/5980459132214874600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=5980459132214874600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5980459132214874600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/5980459132214874600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-late-wishing-everyone-happy.html' title='Too late wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-8317485803375655856</id><published>2007-10-28T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:49:56.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou An Jing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/y7UIYqmVuMs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y7UIYqmVuMs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a sad song =*(.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-8317485803375655856?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/8317485803375655856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=8317485803375655856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8317485803375655856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8317485803375655856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/10/jay-chou-jing.html' title='Jay Chou An Jing'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-7383129115984476761</id><published>2007-10-18T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:47:30.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F4 - Qing Fei De Yi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nJRLrq-MY48' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nJRLrq-MY48'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many years ago, Miss TeenyBopper wannabe (she was already way passed her mid twenties back then) used to listen to this boy band called F4 which consists of 4 gorgeous hunks. Ah....reminiscing the good old times when I used to daydream so much...it was actually fun to daydreamwhile watching and listening to hunkies sing and dance! I know huh! I have so much free time back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ..........stuck with my daily "overdosage" of Sesame Street, Barney, Cooking shows, Baby Einstein DVDs, poopie diapers, a whinny toddler etc doesn't leave much stimulation for me wanting to daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, after watching this MV after so many years, did I came to my senses or what? Those dudes don't really sing that well. Eventhough, I don't read nor write chinese but I sure know that their chinese accents are horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-7383129115984476761?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/7383129115984476761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=7383129115984476761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/7383129115984476761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/7383129115984476761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/10/f4-qing-fei-de-yi_2119.html' title='F4 - Qing Fei De Yi'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-1914758750441117241</id><published>2007-09-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:07:26.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are thou at?</title><content type='html'>Have been missing from the world wide web of blogging, however, I am glad that I did not have the attack of the blogging withdrawal sympton. I don't think I missed blogging that much but I certainly missed some serious blog hopping. Anyway, I do confess that, in the midst of me being temporarily missing, I still blog hop: just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also need to say Hi to the cute TaiTai P, a very dear friend of mine of more than a decade...&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you have found my blog =). I miss you a lot! Guess you haven't update your multiply or facebook? Hmm, may I suggest that I am going to blog about you/us back in the Uni days, ehh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-1914758750441117241?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/1914758750441117241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=1914758750441117241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1914758750441117241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/1914758750441117241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-are-thou-at.html' title='Where are thou at?'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-4683698322289848309</id><published>2007-09-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:29:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>On Friday morning, out of the blue, Old Dude was asking me about my registration. Didn't really comprehend what was he talking about. Told me that last day of registration for LSAT was Friday itself and asked me to call this certain number to register for it. Told him okay.&lt;br /&gt;Finally checked the LSAT website and was fuming mad.&lt;br /&gt;Have a phrase for Old Dude: Are you kidding me, sweetie pie?&lt;br /&gt;Test Dates: Saturday, September 29, 2007 and Monday, October 1, 2007???&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness that I did not call to register blindly. Honestly, I would have fail flat for this LSAT. Even if I resit for it and passed the second time round, it goes my chances of  getting into a good school.&lt;br /&gt;Have not been reading, studying, revising the LSAT prep for few weeks due to so many other commitments and unforseen cicumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's so miserably hard wanting to be one of  them the oh so prestigious realm of the law student.&lt;br /&gt;***Gosh, positive thinking!!!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-4683698322289848309?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/4683698322289848309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=4683698322289848309' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4683698322289848309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4683698322289848309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/09/dude-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Dude, are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-8736303638290789037</id><published>2007-09-05T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:36:01.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My SuperBaby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I Love my Superbaby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApcgiPNuI/AAAAAAAAACs/heuUmw9capg/s1600-h/kiki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127547184756450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApcgiPNuI/AAAAAAAAACs/heuUmw9capg/s320/kiki.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue today, I have the mood of reminiscing the good old times by flipping through photo albums (Those times the photos are not taken with a digi cam and have to be developed) and after that looking through my online photos (yeah, graduated to digi cam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApcwiPNvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d7RYg1xadrI/s1600-h/halloween2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127551479723762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApcwiPNvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d7RYg1xadrI/s320/halloween2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out came these pics of my Little Dude during last &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, how fast time flies eeh? He was only about 7 months 10 days old back then &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/Rt-ioQiPNjI/AAAAAAAAABU/hh-8tuIfJRQ/s1600-h/halloween2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;having no idea what the fuss was all about when we brought him to the Mall to join in the trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApdAiPNwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IPvlrx9lJ64/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127555774691074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApdAiPNwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IPvlrx9lJ64/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I was the real happy camper looking at cute kids in costumes. haha! That was my first time joining trick or treating in the Mall. A few days before, I brought him to Halloween night in Como Zoo where they turned the Zoo ground to a trick or treating ground. It was really beautiful. For those previous years, I did not/dare not joined in any fun because I was being shallow and superficial that Halloween are only meant for kids and they parents are only as chaperones. I was so wrong back then! Even an oldie like me do enjoyed it as much as anyone else. However, he didn't get any treats because no one gave any to him! Still a baby back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that this time of year is coming soon! Anyone with any ideas what "a going to be 18 months" toddler be this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-8736303638290789037?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/8736303638290789037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=8736303638290789037' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8736303638290789037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/8736303638290789037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-superbaby.html' title='My SuperBaby!!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/RuApcgiPNuI/AAAAAAAAACs/heuUmw9capg/s72-c/kiki.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-6335305097408885198</id><published>2007-08-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:15:14.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of an "Old Over-Dramatic Queen"- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confession # 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; failed her first "road test" in Minnesota eventhough she has been driving for ages in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently armed &amp; equipped with many many years of driving experiences in Malaysia: infamous for its crazy traffic conditions, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; knew that she could pass just like that! (very arrogant at that time!). Besides, it's easier to drive an automatic car compared to driving a manual car in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am sharp that very morning: &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; was the first person in line at the Eagan DMV. Then came the DMV officer aka tester (she looks very friendly too, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; was more confident that she could pass the road test coz she knows anyone who is friendly won't be that rigid). Miss DMV sat beside &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt;, verified all the  information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Blah! Blah! Blah! (Can't remember what she was saying coz &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; wasn't  &lt;br /&gt;                     paying full attn). Before we proceed, do you have any questions to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: No, I am all set!&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Okay, make a left turn! Only when you are really ready!&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Okay! (Adjust the seat, Put on the seatbelt. Pretend to check the side mirrors,&lt;br /&gt;                        front mirror. Happily putting on left signal, pretend to look left and right ( part of&lt;br /&gt;                         road test!), make a left turn!. Too easy. There's not a single car on the road....&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Stop! (After Me the Snob happily driving about 100M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Me the Snob did not stop. (Thinking that  it was a trick as part of the test coz no one can stop in the middle of the road!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: STOP! ( Was raising her voice!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Me the Snob have no choice but to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt; the vehicle. And still very Clueless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time too, Me the Snob was thinking that Miss DMV was gonna pass her because she knew all along Me the Snob is a very good driver!( very overated statement eeh?) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Do you know why I stopped you? Me the Snob: I don't know, did I do something&lt;br /&gt;                     wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Didn't I tell you that the road here are all 2 way unless it's stated One way?&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Yeah! (Actually didn't pay much attn back then as noted). But since you sd left&lt;br /&gt;                         turn, and to be safe, I tried to  turn as close to the LEFT curb as possible!&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: (In a surrendered but yet amused tone). Do you know which lane you are driving?Me the Snob: Yeah! You sd LEFT turn, I turned left closed to the left curb as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: (Now very annoyed!) YOU DROVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!!&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: (Shocked, embarassed, humiliated and No longer so snobbish after realizing her&lt;br /&gt;                         big mistake!) Oh My Gosh! I am sorry! I seriously forgot that I am supposed to&lt;br /&gt;                         drive on right side of the road. I am sorry, I am so used to driving in Malaysia that&lt;br /&gt;                         I suddenly forgot...&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: (Ignoring Me the Snob) Guess you have to take the test again. Could you drive your&lt;br /&gt;                     car to the car park over there?&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Sure! (very apologetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the car park.....Miss DMV was scribbling something on a piece colored of paper ( DMV test sheet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: There you go, handling "Me the No longer Dare to be Snob" the test sheet. It was&lt;br /&gt;                     marked with a BIG X and a BIG VIOLATION code on it. Hand it to the DMV&lt;br /&gt;                     counter at your next test okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Okay! So when can I retake my road test? Can I do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: No, you can only do it in two weeks. Normally, for the first time failure, they can&lt;br /&gt;                     take it after a week, but since you committed a big violation, you have to wait for 2&lt;br /&gt;                      weeks at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob wasn't pleased with the two weeks wait eventhough she knows that it's a standard procedure for violaters. Tried to explained to Miss DMV that she had driving license for many many years from another country, it was just that they drive on different side of the road and that she was so used to it .Unfortunately the oh, so friendly Miss DMV was not buying those blah! blah of craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: I suggest that you should enrol yourself with the driving school. You should also&lt;br /&gt;                    need to get used to driving on the right side of the road because if you don't it is going&lt;br /&gt;                    to be hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: But...but...&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: Do you have anymore questions?&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: But...but I know how to drive...&lt;br /&gt;Miss DMV: (Totally ignored Me the Snob). You know everyone knows how to drive. Okay then,&lt;br /&gt;                     thank you and have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: Okay, thanks! (Still unable to accept the fact that she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; went to meet up with Old Dude in the DMV waiting lobby. Told Old Dude to go home. Showed Old Dude the piece of shit ( Oops ! sorry I mean Sheet). Old Dude couldn't believe his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: So, what's the problem? Let's go home.&lt;br /&gt;Old Dude: How can you failed like that? Even my co-worker's wife who doesn't even speak&lt;br /&gt;                   English and never had a license before she came US, could pass.&lt;br /&gt;Me the Snob: (Very very pissed! at that kind of comment) Speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob's&lt;/span&gt; pride was at stake. No words could described the emotions that she had gone through! Me the Snob did cried for a long, long time(note: slight exaggeration !) after that awful, awful incident!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, untill today, eventhough &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt;  is legally qualified to drive, nonetheless she was still embarassed with that whole fiasco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned= &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me the Snob&lt;/span&gt; finally realized that there is actually there is actually nothing to be snobbed about in this whole wide world!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-6335305097408885198?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/6335305097408885198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=6335305097408885198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6335305097408885198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6335305097408885198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession-of-old-over-dramatic-queen.html' title='Confession of an &quot;Old Over-Dramatic Queen&quot;- Part 1'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-4689961771353037808</id><published>2007-08-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:06:38.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love/ Hate Relationship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wondering if anyone ever have this kind of rendezvous with the "emotional rollercoaster"? One moment you are in love and the next moment, you don't feel the same anymore. It's like a continuos cycle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the kind of emotions that I have; for this particular store, it's a popular "big box" store with stores all over US. Guess US residents will know which one I am talking about, the one with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Red Dot"&lt;/span&gt;-(will refer it as&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RD&lt;/span&gt;). It became so apparent after I moved to this city?/town? last year ( let's call it as City of the Fantabulous), which &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD &lt;/span&gt;is less than 2 mins away. The first time when I visited &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt; in City of the Fantabulous, I have a notion that it would be my favorite store of all time. I was mesmerized by the deals in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;, unfortunately, I did not have much time to look and shop around, having to lugged my then 4 months old baby. So day after day of that particular trip, my mind is only occupied by the desire to shop in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I have also discovered the end cap section with a lot of clearance items which some mark down will go as much as 75%, its not only a deal but a steal. hahah! I, openly admit that I am a compulsive shopaholic buying on impulse. Guess that is why Old Dude always inquire where have all our money ( his money is my money, but my money is my money) gone?... and what/where are the stuffs that I actually bought that is deemed as useful or needed? He is right, I love buying junks for the sake of buying. Most of the time, Old Dude will insist that I return the stuffs that I bought during my compulsive shopping spree but I will reason with him that we might need those items in future, besides, that I didn't spend a lot of money as I shop smart by buying items on clearance (yeah! Me that cheapo like that)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I frequently will lugged my Little Dude to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;, loving and enjoying every seconds of my shopping spree. Everytime when I leave the store, my heart is so content, so fulfilled and most important of all, I am so darn proud of my cheapo kind of shopping skills. Indeed, I do feel so much in love with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; RD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sat, I was happily checking all the mails that we received, flipping through the 4 letters plus a lot of other junk mails, out of a sudden, my heart just starts beating and pounding so hard; I could sense that one of the envelope holds a very important key as to my unstoppable nervousness. The moment of suspense is out, it's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt; credit card statement, I am not surprised at all! The statement was for XXX.XX amount, for your curiosity it's almost a three weeks fees to send a child to a licensed day care centre. That's a lot of moula spent on junks and don't know what ( aiyayar!). Imagining much bullshits, sweats, craps that my husband have to go through at work earning that amount of money. Suddenly, I feel guilty,very very guilty. I know, I know it's not the first time my conscience says that I am guilty, it does happens everytime I received my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt; credit card statement. Perhaps, err, perhaps those many times that I have never learned! And those times that, I have told myself repeatedly that I am going to cut down my shopping spree in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;? What about those times! *Sigh*I am such an incorrigible person...I hate! I hate ..... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt; for luring me with all your good deals ( haha! What a good reason to hate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to promise myself that, I am truly and desperately in dire need for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt; shopping rehab!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"See No Red Dot, Hear No Red dot, Speak No Red dot", hopefully soon enough my heart no longer yearns for you my beloved &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Red Dot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-4689961771353037808?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/4689961771353037808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=4689961771353037808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4689961771353037808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/4689961771353037808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-hate-relationship.html' title='Love/ Hate Relationship!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-6926719174795157861</id><published>2007-08-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:33:19.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first long post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanks 2crazydogs and Simple America for helping! 2crazydogs is right, I should learn by trial and error and also help from other bloggers, then I would be like what Simple America said "Old Pro". hahah. aha! I think I would like to be recognize as "New pro on the block".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess at this moment, I would just try out my blogs with what I have- "My articulate but yet superficial and honest but yet egoistic piece of mind" ( In short it's called ranting and bitching) =)&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I had a fight ( just one of those many fights that I had) with hubby ( let's call him "OLD DUDE" ). He argued, commented and even highlighted that I was no longer the sweet, active, cheerful, soft spoken girl? ( he used the term girl coz it was many many years ago, I was&lt;br /&gt;still a young girl back then), that he knew and fall in love with. Old dude also said that I have changed so much in my character wise; that I am such a control freak, bossy, grouchy and bitchy...whoah! So true! Guess this is the most honest moment throughout our many many years of relationship. To tell the truth, I was hurt and furious at this kind of honesty but yet embarassed with the truth of what he said that I have becoming. My alter ego just went straight to sub-zero. I wanna cry out loud at that very moment but I did not!  Being an egoistical and&lt;br /&gt;opinionated bitch, I told Old Dude, in case he needed to vent his frustrations, he could call me a bitch at that very second, right in front of my Goddess like face, however; he have to comprehend and acknowledge that I am not just an ordinary bitch and insisted that if he must, he have to call me a "SUPER BITCH". I am not gonna settle anything for less especially when come to name calling. haha! Old Dude then started laughing so hard and said he gave up, he does make sense this time around too, saying that it doesn't matter whatever comment, issue that he brought up, because I will win all the time. Guess Old Dude does realized after all, I am a "SUPER BITCH".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUPER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B=Babe  I= In    T=Total     C= Control     H= of Herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's who I am....On another note, some friends of mine also did mentioned about their hubby making comments and remarks that, the "WIFEY" changed after marriage, that the "WIFEY" is no longer the soft spoken, caring, sweet, blah, blah blah wifey. What about the "HUBBY" themselves? Does the "HUBBY" ever takes a little fraction of their time to ponder about themselves and accept the fact that the "WIFEY" submissively accept the "HUBBY" changes too be it physically, emotionally or character wise?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As "Heraclitus" once said " Nothing is permanent except changes"! In my opinion, the fundamental issue to a healthy strong lasting relationship is to be honest with each other. Something that could be compromise should be compromise, yet something that could be ignore should be ignored. Cold shoulder towards the spouse is also very comment when the truth is out, and unfortunately, that is also one of my forte. No wonder Old Dude let me win all the time, coz he told me that he is very afraid of the cold shoulder and silent treatment that I gave him...phew!!! What a long post! Talking about relationship is tiring and brain damaging!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-6926719174795157861?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/6926719174795157861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=6926719174795157861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6926719174795157861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6926719174795157861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-very-first-long-post.html' title='My very first long post....'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-384833222364804638</id><published>2007-08-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:09:06.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand this!</title><content type='html'>I am still trying to figure out why/ how does this blogging and mybloglog connected/linked?&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing, anyone that could help to explain to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-384833222364804638?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/384833222364804638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=384833222364804638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/384833222364804638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/384833222364804638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-understand-this.html' title='I don&apos;t understand this!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514192576792331456.post-6014697933538665191</id><published>2007-08-13T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:41:51.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post!</title><content type='html'>" I am an old newbie of blogging!"&lt;br /&gt;To be precise;&lt;br /&gt;I am old!&lt;br /&gt;I am new to blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am an old "newbie".&lt;br /&gt;Duh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514192576792331456-6014697933538665191?l=ncolel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/feeds/6014697933538665191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5514192576792331456&amp;postID=6014697933538665191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6014697933538665191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514192576792331456/posts/default/6014697933538665191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncolel.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-post.html' title='My first post!'/><author><name>Moonlight_tears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10427060107528996198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAVUugh2TXM/R9d8u8qA2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7A25V-22Ke4/S220/Picture+369.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
