<?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-7446275931593484533</id><updated>2011-10-02T03:48:42.891+11:00</updated><category term='all things jap'/><category term='mr.man'/><category term='she wears'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='makes my tummy rumble'/><category term='i am the paparazzi'/><category term='books'/><category term='all things korean'/><category term='colour me in'/><category term='flirtatious mind'/><category term='music'/><category term='anime/manga'/><category term='champagne high'/><category term='inside the room'/><category term='snapshot'/><category term='they wear'/><category term='films/dramas'/><category term='uni'/><category term='out and about'/><category term='the private world'/><category term='gardening flowers'/><category term='all things chinese'/><category term='street fashion'/><category term='driving'/><category term='jingles and dangles'/><title type='text'>whimsical delights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5757995431098825101</id><published>2008-10-15T23:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:39:16.311+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles and dangles'/><title type='text'>3 metal flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Falling Slowly" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Glen Hasard &amp;amp; Marketa Irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257358007966214802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="370" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SPXjQOnhqpI/AAAAAAAACck/sEhuq-nic_4/s400/510061si_lg.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating on whether I should get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who doesn't wear necklaces much - I want it. I want it real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for $60.00... should I? or should i not? Give me a flower to break away its petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better - give me three flowers that dangle upon a sturdy silver string - made of metal and uber shiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5757995431098825101?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5757995431098825101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5757995431098825101&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5757995431098825101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5757995431098825101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-metal-flowers.html' title='3 metal flowers'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SPXjQOnhqpI/AAAAAAAACck/sEhuq-nic_4/s72-c/510061si_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-1832376924110918290</id><published>2008-10-07T16:35:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:50:54.735+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>swing to where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Why does she stay?" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254282777765415842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SOr2WRYpC6I/AAAAAAAACcc/ZElMx5DE6ms/s400/160865907_0e103b7028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my! Uni has just begun once again after a very short one week break. &gt;&lt;" Booo... And whilst jamming my uni luggage into my bag this morning, I came across a small thin piece of cardboard - an invite that I had totally forgotten about. A ball!! A ball with the theme &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1940s SWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Oh shites. It's this Thursday night. Oh what to do, what to do? I don't even have a clue what the 1940s SWING is all about, despite the desperate googling. And oh - eww, the hairstyle... what to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... At least I have my trusty pair of t-strap heels lurking in the corner of the cupboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S - if anyone has any images and/or fashion tips to inspire me, please send them this way. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7446275931593484533-1832376924110918290?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/1832376924110918290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=1832376924110918290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1832376924110918290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1832376924110918290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/10/swing-to-where.html' title='swing to where?'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SOr2WRYpC6I/AAAAAAAACcc/ZElMx5DE6ms/s72-c/160865907_0e103b7028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-6637305885319177209</id><published>2008-10-02T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:34:16.389+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>bruised &amp; airy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"This Time" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852698910277042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SOXhsuf_vbI/AAAAAAAACcU/RPO-2ATWeGs/s400/%5B05%5D+20081003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE SINGLET&lt;/strong&gt;, Cotton On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOUSE &amp;amp; SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt;, a gift from grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROWN WEDGES&lt;/strong&gt; (not shown), Tony Bianco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning with a bruise on my left eye. Did I punch myself at night whilst I was asleep? My eye lid is swollen now, it's hurting me and I can't even look up without flinching my face. *grimace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much that I had woken up with tears in my eye and the tears must have twinkled brightly for me to see the sun rays reflect from my bedroom mirror and scatter across the ceiling before dawn even broke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my tears become muddled with my words. And my thoughts. &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/7446275931593484533-6637305885319177209?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/6637305885319177209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=6637305885319177209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6637305885319177209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6637305885319177209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/10/jukebox-plays-my-song-this-time-kpop.html' title='bruised &amp; airy'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SOXhsuf_vbI/AAAAAAAACcU/RPO-2ATWeGs/s72-c/%5B05%5D+20081003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-8417124884592730258</id><published>2008-09-26T16:17:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:09:11.497+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>the sack - my sack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;"What about now" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayes to mid-semester break! And yayes to Spring for bringing the warmth and glorious rays of sunshine. I'm loving it. And to celebrate, I bought myself this gorgeous dress from Target and I just can't wait to match different accessories with the dress. Love the neutral palette of the dress. Love love love. Did I mention that I love the dress? lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250968200879656066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SN8vwgRNzII/AAAAAAAACb0/kH5ODVYXYeU/s400/the+sack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250970017532327138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SN8xaP09tOI/AAAAAAAACb8/5tpWhSdBb00/s400/the+sack2.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister calls it "the sack dress." I can see where she's going with it but heck, the sack looks good, don't you think? kekekeke. Do you name your dresses like me? The pinstripes, the itchy dress, the sheep's dress, THAT dress ... not very original names are they and hmm...not very appealing names either. LOL! But you get the flow... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more original names for your dresses or other clothing items?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... I can't wait to wear it with uber-tall wedges!! HEARTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-8417124884592730258?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/8417124884592730258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=8417124884592730258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8417124884592730258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8417124884592730258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/09/sack-my-sack.html' title='the sack - my sack.'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SN8vwgRNzII/AAAAAAAACb0/kH5ODVYXYeU/s72-c/the+sack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7501645612165760496</id><published>2008-09-07T17:44:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:51:24.199+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"When you look me in the eyes" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say? I'm finally back? Yes. It feels really good to be back. How long has it been? 1 month? 2 months? I can't quite remember, shall have to look back on my last post. lo.. =D I would of came back quicker if I had the time. Time passes by so fast. It's strange and frightening, and yet at the same time, quite exciting. But yes, as I said before, I would of came back quicker - to write one or two posts but during that period, I was lost for words. Not because I was depressed - that took me 2 weeks to get me back on my feet - it was terrible - everything was grey and dull. Does that happen to you too? When things just go down? Do the colours around you fade rapidly??.... Aaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, not because of that. But because of post-depression??? I wouldn't have called it depression. More like an anxiety attack?? Post anxiety attack then. No, let's term it the 'identity lost'...hmmm... The first time. Right before I turned twenty. Teen-life crisis? No, that sounds dreadful. Questions - much, many, plenty, just lots and lots. What am I doing? What do I want? What do I need? Where I am going? Where do I want to be? .... hmm... Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...Teen-crisis sounds a bit right now... I remember thinking what my teen-hood was like. What experiences did I have? Well, I have to admit - nothing exciting. There was never that situation with drugs, alcohol, underage clubbing, coming back home real late (early in the morning).............. Of course, they are no experiences that should be experienced let alone be wanted, but .... how can I put this right so that I don't sound like a dumb fool?... That feeling of wanting to say - yes, yes I've experienced it... No, more like... I guess to experience life?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it felt like as though I wasn't doing anything right. Nothing that I can truly say that I succeeded in. This is one fault that I've come to realise. I always leave things unfinished...incomplete - is it because I give up real easily? Or is it because I get real bored easily? Or is it because I haven't found my true passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I guess...well, I guess that is what the 20s are for... to find out who you are...who i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyes closed*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just got to run for it. To go for it. Never give up. Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243192880992022258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SMOQJUhi7vI/AAAAAAAABsQ/eFrtJVALqqE/s400/untitled.bmp" width="366" border="0" /&gt;*smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-7501645612165760496?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7501645612165760496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7501645612165760496&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7501645612165760496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7501645612165760496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/09/me.html' title='ME'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SMOQJUhi7vI/AAAAAAAABsQ/eFrtJVALqqE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-1879203934130917904</id><published>2008-08-16T21:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:26:49.908+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>I just can't breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Luv U" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stevie Hoang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJ6Fq2rDNDI/AAAAAAAABsI/2AWAs9cyly8/s1600-h/704021_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232766788328174642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJ6Fq2rDNDI/AAAAAAAABsI/2AWAs9cyly8/s400/704021_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LACE WHITE TOP,&lt;/strong&gt; bought in Sydeney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN TRENCH,&lt;/strong&gt; bought in Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK LEGGINGS,&lt;/strong&gt; Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNEE HIGH BLACK BOOTS,&lt;/strong&gt; Basque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately, well, especially since the second semester of uni has begun, I've been feeling hopelessly down. A suffocating suppression upon my heart and my mind. Absolutely suffocating. I just can't breathe. How do I gasp for air???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do I place a smile onto my lips? How do I make my eyes twinkle? That fake laughter. That fake happy me. I feel as though I must put up a cheerful front so that those who surround me won't be affected by such a depressing mood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps...Perhaps, it's just one of those moments where you feel as though the world is collapsing and you just gotta struggle and face it head on. I have to face it head on. But it's killing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's stress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just stress. But stress can do so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only I could just cry - just to break down. And then perhaps, everything will be better...cause a good cry always help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody save me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-1879203934130917904?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/1879203934130917904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=1879203934130917904&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1879203934130917904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1879203934130917904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-cant-breathe.html' title='I just can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJ6Fq2rDNDI/AAAAAAAABsI/2AWAs9cyly8/s72-c/704021_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-983226053024269545</id><published>2008-08-04T21:09:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:43.777+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Halfway Love" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Thursday, I baked a large &lt;strong&gt;EXTRA LARGE&lt;/strong&gt; batch of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;choc-chip cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the gorgeous preschool children that I've been working with for the past month as a volunteer worker. It is so lovely to see such animated, lively children who adores you as much as you adore them - of course, keeping within the standards of the child protection policy. And what's even more lovely is seeing them grow and mature - taking every little bit of knowledge. And it just reminds you that one can do so much if you try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's been a long time since I've baked. And it took me from 3:00PM to midnight to get all the baking and icing done. That excludes the time spent cleaning up. Gosh, thinking about me makes me feel tired. But having seen the children enjoying the cupcakes with such happy delight the following day pretty much makes the whole process priceless. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230624926914055106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbpqHIEC8I/AAAAAAAABqY/QbHrv4w--Q4/s400/%5B20080802%5D+cupcake+ingredients.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230627324031348578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 455px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="470" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbr1pFXL2I/AAAAAAAABqo/McKJOuwNuG0/s400/%5B20080802%5D+mixtures.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230633311105445218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbxSIrD7WI/AAAAAAAABq4/4ID4IqHyM5U/s400/%5B20080802%5D+tiny+cupcakes+in+oven.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbx7M2yVAI/AAAAAAAABrA/q_f1TEHxBM0/s1600-h/[20080802]+tiny+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230634016603001858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbx7M2yVAI/AAAAAAAABrA/q_f1TEHxBM0/s400/%5B20080802%5D+tiny+cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had remembered to buy those patty things to hold the cupcakes. But then again, I don't want three year olds choking on paper. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbx7eHA0uI/AAAAAAAABrI/nFSdsPlWKIk/s1600-h/[20080802]+tiny+cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230634021234463458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbx7eHA0uI/AAAAAAAABrI/nFSdsPlWKIk/s400/%5B20080802%5D+tiny+cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after baking, you just gotta test them out and play with your food regardless of whether your mum likes it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230636682932902706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="353" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJb0WZtX2zI/AAAAAAAABrQ/TtqHJ-iVgR0/s400/%5B20080802%5D+the+dw+fly.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And ooh, what's a cupcake without some icing...?? Still a cupcake I guess since I'm not a fan of icing. But good gosh, children love it and supposedly, yes I hate to brag but I must, I make really really good icing. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230646790487611538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJb9ivSNGJI/AAAAAAAABrY/8ldPYMcMm1w/s400/%5B20080802%5D+iced+cupcake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230647145394836834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJb93ZarlWI/AAAAAAAABrg/HsYtXvX--G4/s400/%5B20080802%5D+taste+testing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfIRkco8uI/AAAAAAAABrw/srZ_vo0OG34/s1600-h/[20080802]+the+hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230869696381252322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfIRkco8uI/AAAAAAAABrw/srZ_vo0OG34/s400/%5B20080802%5D+the+hippo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfH-8cujNI/AAAAAAAABro/ZSs6xnScHw8/s1600-h/[20080802]+little...hippos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230869376406555858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfH-8cujNI/AAAAAAAABro/ZSs6xnScHw8/s400/%5B20080802%5D+little...hippos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfKR583tLI/AAAAAAAABr4/fXwecJdfo4Q/s1600-h/[20080802]+iced+cupcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230871901176837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="419" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfKR583tLI/AAAAAAAABr4/fXwecJdfo4Q/s400/%5B20080802%5D+iced+cupcakes2.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfK6ts2pmI/AAAAAAAABsA/ZYxvDwcsNM0/s1600-h/[20080802]+pretty+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230872602263070306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJfK6ts2pmI/AAAAAAAABsA/ZYxvDwcsNM0/s400/%5B20080802%5D+pretty+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you craving for some sweetness? Some sweet cupcakes perhaps? ^-^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-983226053024269545?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/983226053024269545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=983226053024269545&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/983226053024269545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/983226053024269545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/08/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SJbpqHIEC8I/AAAAAAAABqY/QbHrv4w--Q4/s72-c/%5B20080802%5D+cupcake+ingredients.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5055099375295478999</id><published>2008-07-29T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:45.156+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>a blissful afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"(I'm sorry to keep you waiting)" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228280767365320114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VqETRDbI/AAAAAAAABqI/Qxr3UMNAtp4/s400/%5B04%5D+20080729b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREY SWEATER&lt;/strong&gt;, JACQUI E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGLET STRAP PRINTED DRESS&lt;/strong&gt;, TARGET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRAW HAT WITH BLACK BOW&lt;/strong&gt;, HAND ME DOWN FROM AUNTIE H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally. It's stopped raining - The glorious sun had finally came out from behind the clouds today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been seeing everyone in the northern hemisphere wearing such lovely summer dresses and I've been growing quite jealous. I do like Winter and yes, it's just the waking up in the morning that icks me about Winter ... but oh, summer dresses...So when I woke up to the warm brilliance of sunshine, well...that just gave me an excuse to wear a summer dress over a light sweater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , all I did today was just bask under the sunshine, absorbed in a wonderful and classic read. I had woken up early in the morning, enjoyed a refreshing jog around the block (since I've gained 4kg from binge eating during the exam due to stress &gt;&lt;" my my), ate breakfast of egg and toast and finally, in the afternoon, basked in the glorious sun...with tea and a time of re-read: my all time favourite book, 'Good Wives' written by Louisa M.Alcott. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKJ0U1aI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Ry4pncjHhC8/s1600-h/[20080729]+the+sun+and+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279119578715554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKJ0U1aI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Ry4pncjHhC8/s400/%5B20080729%5D+the+sun+and+cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKxx2WyI/AAAAAAAABpY/xCSwd1a26hQ/s1600-h/[20080729]+unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279130305747746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKxx2WyI/AAAAAAAABpY/xCSwd1a26hQ/s400/%5B20080729%5D+unicorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKzEvDJI/AAAAAAAABpg/ihU1YPoWejA/s1600-h/[20080729]+too+shy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228279130653396114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6UKzEvDJI/AAAAAAAABpg/ihU1YPoWejA/s400/%5B20080729%5D+too+shy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum then bought out sliced hot dogs which I insisted be eaten from dainty dishes. Lovely. And then of course, I served ice-cream no less. Mmm...yummy yummy. I've been craving for ice cream all week long. Daddy bought it home yesterday night and now, it's in my tummy. Yayes to ice cream!! It makes me feel so sweet inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VN-nUqyI/AAAAAAAABpw/iK2pZRDx9hk/s1600-h/[20080729]+tea+and+hotdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228280284802493218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VN-nUqyI/AAAAAAAABpw/iK2pZRDx9hk/s400/%5B20080729%5D+tea+and+hotdogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VOE4E15I/AAAAAAAABp4/QFBcyMIAnOA/s1600-h/[20080729]+ice-cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228280286483371922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VOE4E15I/AAAAAAAABp4/QFBcyMIAnOA/s400/%5B20080729%5D+ice-cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you are feeling as sweet as I am inside. ^^&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228288196625980514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6cagdCXGI/AAAAAAAABqQ/n9yvRvYss9g/s400/%5B20080729%5D+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7446275931593484533-5055099375295478999?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5055099375295478999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5055099375295478999&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5055099375295478999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5055099375295478999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/07/blissful-afternoon.html' title='a blissful afternoon'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SI6VqETRDbI/AAAAAAAABqI/Qxr3UMNAtp4/s72-c/%5B04%5D+20080729b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5787186934943241747</id><published>2008-07-18T19:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:45.777+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>good-lickin' satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Techno Lights" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fabio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqK4F6rI/AAAAAAAABoo/d6RtDfMo8BA/s1600-h/[20080718]+krispy+kremes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224265352665754290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqK4F6rI/AAAAAAAABoo/d6RtDfMo8BA/s400/%5B20080718%5D+krispy+kremes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqJbr4_I/AAAAAAAABow/z-iJpPYg-t0/s1600-h/[20080718]+krispy+kreme+doughnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224265352278172658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqJbr4_I/AAAAAAAABow/z-iJpPYg-t0/s400/%5B20080718%5D+krispy+kreme+doughnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqSRq1pI/AAAAAAAABo4/0zKuPkDP55M/s1600-h/[20080718]+krispy+kremes+all+gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224265354652079762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqSRq1pI/AAAAAAAABo4/0zKuPkDP55M/s400/%5B20080718%5D+krispy+kremes+all+gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling all sweet inside, Cotton Candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5787186934943241747?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5787186934943241747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5787186934943241747&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5787186934943241747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5787186934943241747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-lickin-satisfaction.html' title='good-lickin&apos; satisfaction'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SIBRqK4F6rI/AAAAAAAABoo/d6RtDfMo8BA/s72-c/%5B20080718%5D+krispy+kremes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-3838535563548391648</id><published>2008-07-13T19:46:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:47.124+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><title type='text'>he suits me fine...oh so fine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;"Moving Mountains" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teryndactyl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Te&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had asked me in the &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-youre-it.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;last post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whether I had found my sixth quirk yet and I am quite happy to say that, yes, I have. My sixth quirk (if it is a quirk - more like a horrible feature) is that I talk/mumble to myself ... especially at night, when I'm sleeping. I do not believe that it occurs often but my sister says that when it does happen, she cannot sleep because it petrifies her. Indeed...?? How is it possible when she sleeps in the room next to mine? She says that she feels terribly sorry for my future husband-to-be and she wonders how on earth will he be able to share the same bed with me. My gosh - she should not be thinking such things. Well all I &lt;del&gt;know&lt;/del&gt; hope is that this future hubby of mine will be dressed in these gorgeous suits to share the lovely days with me... or perhaps, with no suits (&amp;amp; clothes) on at all... ^.~ kekeke... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryO4CgMfI/AAAAAAAABnY/Glbh45utQAk/s1600-h/200818103759208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222753055264485874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryO4CgMfI/AAAAAAAABnY/Glbh45utQAk/s400/200818103759208.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inspired by paintings of &lt;strong&gt;Rene Magritte&lt;/strong&gt;, these magazine scans from &lt;strong&gt;China's BAZAAR Man's&lt;/strong&gt;, January 2008 are really really old...well somewhat old but I just had to add them into my blog for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love love love men in well-tailored suits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPGSSm6I/AAAAAAAABng/Zt1B8evhv-g/s1600-h/200818103759338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222753059088800674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPGSSm6I/AAAAAAAABng/Zt1B8evhv-g/s400/200818103759338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPKUE8DI/AAAAAAAABno/qDCZJpbjUso/s1600-h/200818103759365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222753060170035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPKUE8DI/AAAAAAAABno/qDCZJpbjUso/s400/200818103759365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPm6G38I/AAAAAAAABnw/dzEBafqaaLg/s1600-h/200818103759377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222753067845738434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPm6G38I/AAAAAAAABnw/dzEBafqaaLg/s400/200818103759377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPmaVY8I/AAAAAAAABn4/f2kQ0wDzUOc/s1600-h/200818103759416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222753067712472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryPmaVY8I/AAAAAAAABn4/f2kQ0wDzUOc/s400/200818103759416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3-jHt2yI/AAAAAAAABoA/qDdQpz_ljYw/s1600-h/200818103759447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759371841067810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3-jHt2yI/AAAAAAAABoA/qDdQpz_ljYw/s400/200818103759447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_EIq7MI/AAAAAAAABoI/3foKNZ1kx4A/s1600-h/200818103759568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759380703440066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_EIq7MI/AAAAAAAABoI/3foKNZ1kx4A/s400/200818103759568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_CCgTFI/AAAAAAAABoQ/OfABSqN2JsA/s1600-h/200818103759629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759380140706898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_CCgTFI/AAAAAAAABoQ/OfABSqN2JsA/s400/200818103759629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_YLsHDI/AAAAAAAABoY/DflMLsxPHFs/s1600-h/200818103759746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759386084809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_YLsHDI/AAAAAAAABoY/DflMLsxPHFs/s400/200818103759746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_bf0dLI/AAAAAAAABog/jXNqsgrcy2Q/s1600-h/200818103759922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222759386974549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHr3_bf0dLI/AAAAAAAABog/jXNqsgrcy2Q/s400/200818103759922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;And oh...has anyone seen &lt;strong&gt;Colin Firth&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Mamma Mia.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in love all over again. Not only does he act, he also sings. What a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hopelessly in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cotton Candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-3838535563548391648?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3838535563548391648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3838535563548391648&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3838535563548391648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3838535563548391648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-suits-me-fineoh-so-fine.html' title='he suits me fine...oh so fine!'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SHryO4CgMfI/AAAAAAAABnY/Glbh45utQAk/s72-c/200818103759208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-3086835260567220072</id><published>2008-07-05T17:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:47.411+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>tag, you're it. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Only One" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219518452535497922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SG90YN35lMI/AAAAAAAABnQ/y6uolztqdvU/s400/%5B04%5D+20080702a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post. Been real busy and far too tired. Been living rather than just existing. That's real important. My dear readers: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Live. Don't just exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go out, a real quick post that's been long overdue. I had been tagged by the lovely &lt;a href="http://yumiko-trialsandtribulations.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahh-i-have-been-tagged.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yumiko&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trials &amp;amp; Tribulations&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;back in early April and lol, this is long overdue, mostly because I haven't been able to think of any self-quirks until now... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Link the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mention the rules in your blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never eat lunch by myself in a public space, no matter how hungry I am. That is, unless I am preoccupied with something such as reading a book, researching on a computer and what not. But yes, you will never fine me "formally" eating lunch alone in a public space because I hate eating alone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to blow bubble-gum. I've tried many times. I've been taught many times (if it is possible to teach the art of blowing a bubble gum) but I just don't have the skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I am stuck on ideas for assignments, I will always take a shower because the best ideas occur during the showers. Hence, you may find me having several showers in one day.This is an especially terrible quirk because there are water restrictions currently in Australia. So I try to resort to five minute showers but sometimes I get so deep in my thoughts that I literally stand in the hot soaking shower for 15-30 minutes...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wear odd socks. That's because the other half is always somewhere other than in my wardrobe. Strange. I swear, they must get eaten up by the washing machine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once I get in the car, I don't want to talk. Just leave me in peace. Let me stare out the window, absorbed in my own thoughts and daydreams. lol. Clearly, I don't make a very exciting car passenger. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave up. I think I'm a bit on the boring side. HAHAHAHA!!! *awkward...* If I do think of a sixth quirk, I'll let you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before I let you know my sixth quirk, I guess the following six bloggers must tell me theirs first (&amp;amp; if you've done it, then you must direct me to the post for I am a curious girl). ^.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GILDA &lt;/strong&gt;[&lt;a href="http://queengilda.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://queengilda.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIIANCA &lt;/strong&gt;[&lt;a href="http://upsidedown1.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://upsidedown1.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE &lt;/strong&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://teryndactyl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://teryndactyl.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LML&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;a href="http://modernmarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://modernmarie.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASH&lt;/strong&gt; [ &lt;a href="http://tgi-fash.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://tgi-fash.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS COUTURABLE&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;a href="http://misscouturable.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://misscouturable.blogspot.com/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-3086835260567220072?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3086835260567220072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3086835260567220072&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3086835260567220072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3086835260567220072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-youre-it.html' title='tag, you&apos;re it. '/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SG90YN35lMI/AAAAAAAABnQ/y6uolztqdvU/s72-c/%5B04%5D+20080702a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5977738842851533680</id><published>2008-06-26T15:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:47.872+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshot'/><title type='text'>Dear Little Birdie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"我不配 (I'm not worthy)" {cpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SGH3ocrwV0I/AAAAAAAABnA/RsKmywgnBlA/s1600-h/IMG_3294a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215722117738288962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SGH3ocrwV0I/AAAAAAAABnA/RsKmywgnBlA/s400/IMG_3294a.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Little Birdie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are you standing on the dull grey floor? Why are you alone? Should you not be flying up high? With a friend or two? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5977738842851533680?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5977738842851533680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5977738842851533680&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5977738842851533680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5977738842851533680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-little-birdie.html' title='Dear Little Birdie'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SGH3ocrwV0I/AAAAAAAABnA/RsKmywgnBlA/s72-c/IMG_3294a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-6603377762087927019</id><published>2008-06-18T21:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:48.934+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><title type='text'>miniature me &amp; you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Pantech" {cpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an 8 year old sister (who looks like a 5 year old) and I love bringing her to clothing boutiques that cater specifically to children. Love love love to dress her up in all sorts and styles of hats, gloves, dresses, jeans, tops, shoes - male and female clothing. Oh so cute!!! SOOOOO CUTTEEE!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how could I resist the clothing when I saw the &lt;strong&gt;miniature summer collection&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.noa-noa.dk/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOA NOA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ? However looking back now, although quite cute, there seems to be no sense of childhood to the clothing. Rather, it reminds me of playing dress-ups, an innocent young child trying to be an adult far too quickly. And I wonder, what happenned to the cute feminine frilly dresses, the quirky bright little shorts and t-shirts - the novelty and the... the...the freshness,the youthfulness... the cuteness? (o'.'o) Or am I just growing far too old-fashioned and awkward... especially when I see little girls who (try to) strut their 'stuff' in midriff tops and mini's in shopping centres?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPS7WN9I/AAAAAAAABlA/PMlTnxXdPtc/s1600-h/0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213177415715928018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPS7WN9I/AAAAAAAABlA/PMlTnxXdPtc/s400/0.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPv59iZI/AAAAAAAABlI/NMptPN2X30o/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213177423494744466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPv59iZI/AAAAAAAABlI/NMptPN2X30o/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213185556369758754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFj0pJOd2iI/AAAAAAAABl4/MJVUHOLeS08/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPuudZ7I/AAAAAAAABlQ/EFWMHvKHluA/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213177423178065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPuudZ7I/AAAAAAAABlQ/EFWMHvKHluA/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213185542988043154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFj0oXYBE5I/AAAAAAAABlg/imTFnb-rd-0/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213185545798948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFj0oh2MFyI/AAAAAAAABlo/6LRgIuDnq0E/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtP20GP6I/AAAAAAAABlY/golVbBx89lA/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213177425349197730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtP20GP6I/AAAAAAAABlY/golVbBx89lA/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213185550771937874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFj0o0X14lI/AAAAAAAABlw/AJ3c_bMCrKk/s400/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Hmm, I hate to sound contradictory &gt;&lt;" - but lol, the NOA NOA miniature collection is still quite cute isn't it?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-6603377762087927019?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/6603377762087927019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=6603377762087927019&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6603377762087927019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6603377762087927019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/miniature-me-you.html' title='miniature me &amp; you'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFjtPS7WN9I/AAAAAAAABlA/PMlTnxXdPtc/s72-c/0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-2784762526254890418</id><published>2008-06-16T16:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:29:06.715+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>6 weeks begin today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Noona is so pretty (Replay)" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are all over!! YAHOOOOO!!! Shouts of relief and happiness. Went to this little authentic cosy little cafe (as all cafes should be) with friends straight after exams to celebrate freedom. Wish I had taken my camera but alas, alas, alas - who would remember to bring a digi in a state of anxiety whilst trying to cram in the morning before the exam? Next time, next time, photos there will be for I am sure I will revisit the cafe full of warmth, glorious coffee and tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WELCOME FREEDOM FOR 6 WEEKS. HAHAHAHA!!! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still undergoing the stress and sleepless nights due to exams, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wish you all the best of luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't forget to drink plenty of water and take a few mini-breaks in between studying to freshen up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-2784762526254890418?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2784762526254890418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2784762526254890418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-weeks-begin-today.html' title='6 weeks begin today'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-2440265230389211634</id><published>2008-06-11T14:05:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:49.421+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>short sentences means i'm feeling dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"She's not perfect" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jackie Boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181514266713698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFHV-inzHmI/AAAAAAAABkQ/IudtDvGY528/s400/%5B03%5D+20080613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went to grandma's today. For tea. Wore this outfit. Why did I wear it? She said I looked old. I think so too. Wasn't thinking straight. It's the study-fatigue. It's the shoes. Eww. Never going to wear it with dress again. Oh dear. Wrinkles forming from sighing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One needed break gone. Need another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am tired. Am stressed. Hate study. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams = awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Must study. But I don't want to. Brain ain't thinking straight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am distracted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shall be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFHUvnqV1VI/AAAAAAAABkI/50iDNViaVBA/s1600-h/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211180158409889106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFHUvnqV1VI/AAAAAAAABkI/50iDNViaVBA/s400/067.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again - soon... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just think - next Monday late afternoon - over. Then. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Six weeks of holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-2440265230389211634?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/2440265230389211634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=2440265230389211634&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2440265230389211634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2440265230389211634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-sentences.html' title='short sentences means i&apos;m feeling dead'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SFHV-inzHmI/AAAAAAAABkQ/IudtDvGY528/s72-c/%5B03%5D+20080613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5339478488903891884</id><published>2008-05-29T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:50.490+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>messy mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;"Sandy" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205724165327523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SD5yjBkDkEI/AAAAAAAABjY/vV_wcos-kMY/s400/%5B02%5D+20080529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NB: outfit only suitable for sitting beside the fireplace in your own home. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many show their best outfit for the day. I want to show you one of my ragged, worst but utterly delightful to wear - warm and comfortable - much needed in the dawning days of Winter. I think this outfit shows how I feel at the moment. ^^ Somewhat disorganised, disorientated and perhaps slightly displaced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, you name it - it's the stress, the mighty workload, the three hour sleeps a day... and yes, the m essiness in me. Oh!! - the wretchedness of uni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh....BLEH!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mess, partly cleaned - somewhat aesthetically pleasing at the same time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205724169622491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SD5yjRkDkFI/AAAAAAAABjg/cYeXeq85xnE/s400/OLD+bikeS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SD5yjxkDkGI/AAAAAAAABjo/QHuiEBtXcIc/s1600-h/TABLE+MESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205724178212425826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SD5yjxkDkGI/AAAAAAAABjo/QHuiEBtXcIc/s400/TABLE+MESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206728862091030306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SEIEUEq1ryI/AAAAAAAABkA/wW5TBvUhM2w/s400/kitty.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SEH37AZezDI/AAAAAAAABjw/57T33OV22Ug/s1600-h/piano+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715237308222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SEH37AZezDI/AAAAAAAABjw/57T33OV22Ug/s400/piano+sheets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SEH97nMP0bI/AAAAAAAABj4/fAkmdq49HCI/s1600-h/wardrobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206721844791464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SEH97nMP0bI/AAAAAAAABj4/fAkmdq49HCI/s400/wardrobe.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is all I have to share right now. =p Not much I know but aye yi yi, I've been stuck at home behind closed wooden blinds, listening to the pitter pattering of rain all week long... (o'.'o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you sweetie-pies are in better conditions than me! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5339478488903891884?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5339478488903891884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5339478488903891884&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5339478488903891884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5339478488903891884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/messy-mess.html' title='messy mess'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SD5yjBkDkEI/AAAAAAAABjY/vV_wcos-kMY/s72-c/%5B02%5D+20080529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5061213264404619254</id><published>2008-05-21T18:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:51.256+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>digital delight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"迷 (Me)" {cpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Super Junior-M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen(?? I don't think I attract male readers much...such a shame...), look what I have here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://a.img-dpreview.com/reviews/CanonSD1100IS/images/sd1100_3q_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say a happy hello to my new lover!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's actually blue but since he can't take a picture of himself and he just won't let me take a picture of him, I had to resort to other methods... a la googling. =p (Oh...I'm so lame...=.=")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, I'm so happy!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY ME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, my blog can truly get back to business &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/search/label/she%20wears"&gt;&lt;u&gt;as it once&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was before my sister had hit the beach and got a whipping out of my temperamental wrath (I'm not quite sure whether that makes sense but it sounds so poetic, no? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"temperamental wrath".&lt;/span&gt;..I quite like it. lol xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll have plenty of fond and happy memories together, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why!, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;we'll capture my loves and hates, my happies and sads&lt;/span&gt;... my oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh!! Together, we must celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, let me start becoming vain once more... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SDPWabSckcI/AAAAAAAABjI/PfmxAz-at34/s1600-h/[01]+20080521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202737744033124802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SDPWabSckcI/AAAAAAAABjI/PfmxAz-at34/s400/%5B01%5D+20080521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SDVi7XzF0vI/AAAAAAAABjQ/elok0A5gY3g/s1600-h/[1]+20080521p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203173716636586738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SDVi7XzF0vI/AAAAAAAABjQ/elok0A5gY3g/s400/%5B1%5D+20080521p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you lovely sweeties are feeling as happy and joyful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&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/7446275931593484533-5061213264404619254?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5061213264404619254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5061213264404619254&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5061213264404619254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5061213264404619254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/digital-delight.html' title='digital delight!!'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SDPWabSckcI/AAAAAAAABjI/PfmxAz-at34/s72-c/%5B01%5D+20080521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7914697914800925129</id><published>2008-05-12T18:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:28:42.183+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshot'/><title type='text'>love not hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"가져가 (Take It)" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayes to finishing an essay!!! And yayes to having time to blog before more people enter my blog and view &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/mum.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a somewhat depressing post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... =p Everything's going fine - *touches wood*. lol. I've been in a happy mood for the last two days. It must be all the chocolate (&lt;strong&gt;m&amp;amp;m's&lt;/strong&gt; go crunch crunch crunch - lmao, I can be such an idiot! xD) and the thought of seeing &lt;strong&gt;Carson Kressley&lt;/strong&gt; and naked women again on Monday night 8:00pm. HAHAHAHA!! woot!! I have such a deep fascination for makeover shows - perhaps its the pleasure of seeing lovely clothes upon gorgeous persons (oh gosh, do I sound like a closet pevert?) and/or perhaps it's the idea that an "ugly" person can transform into a beautiful/handsome person with a touch of makeup, a snip of the hair and clothes that fit snugly and magnificently upon one's body. Oh yes, it's a wonderful feeling. Such shows like &lt;strong&gt;How to Look Good Naked&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Queer Eye for the Straight Guy&lt;/strong&gt; (why did it get axed????!!!!) and &lt;strong&gt;Trinny &amp;amp; Susannah -&lt;/strong&gt; they're my Gods and Goddesses; yes they are. *smiles* ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about transformations and change, these images that I am about to post will definitely question you to think about all things and issues in relation to the continuous changing attitudes and beliefs towards racism, prejudice, discrimination and identity...?? I've been studying visual images lately and my every-cool but somewhat intimidating lecturer introduced me to these wonderful, fabolous and mind-boggling advertisements for the clothing brand: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;United Colours of Benneton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Have you ever heard of the brand before? Perhaps you've seen these advertisements before. At first I thought, what relevance does this have to do with clothes? What issues are being raised up? What do you think they're trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://www.print.duncans.tv/images/benetton-chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.investis.com/il/images/benetton/2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://www.investis.com/il/images/benetton/2602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/346/e/5/benetton_tongues_by_BenettonColors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs5/300W/i/2004/346/e/5/benetton_tongues_by_BenettonColors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://www.girodivite.it/giro/images/img2002/micrologos/micrologos86/benetton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reklamsabotage.org/files/galleri/nancy-cleansurface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://reklamsabotage.org/files/galleri/nancy-cleansurface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.print.duncans.tv/images/benetton-breast-feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://www.print.duncans.tv/images/benetton-breast-feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the questions unanswered because I think that the answers will depend on your perception, belief and values. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on a sidenote, with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beijing Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coming up, I hope people will stop commenting and making racist remarks towards my ethnicity and towards my family's country. Every country has its positives and negatives. Every person is different. But this does not mean that judgement should be made in terms of stereotypes, skin colour, culture, language, religion, values and ways of living and viewing the world. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAY NO TO RACISM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&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/7446275931593484533-7914697914800925129?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7914697914800925129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7914697914800925129&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7914697914800925129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7914697914800925129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-not-hate.html' title='love not hate'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7989537429558741502</id><published>2008-05-08T19:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:51.566+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;"I stay in love" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real rough and tough two weeks. Mum went to hospital all of a sudden last Monday night because there was an abornormality with one of her arteries connected to the heart. Fortunately, her surgery was successful and I would like to thank all my friends who have been praying for my mum and my family. Thank you. I wouldn't know what I would of done without your support and love. I remember being so stressed and feeling sick and awful at thought of mum lying in the hospital late at night all by herself, between those horrible thin white sheets, with plugs and cables linked to her chest, her arms, her fingers...*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how one's heart and mind works - you often think that most horrible things and situations are impossible to occur in your life and when something horrible does happen, every litte thing seems to rush by in a blur and all you do is just stand there - unblinking, motionless and cold... And then when you finally have the energy to press pause on the remote button, you just feel even more muddled and confused. So you press play again, then pause, and then play once more - your heart skips a beat or maybe a few, and then...and then...and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you put up a strong front until you hit your head on your pillow and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's back at home, healthy and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooo!!! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good. Real good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real lucky. I feel blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me one thing, my darling readers - it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mothers' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this Sunday, give her all your love and let's all shout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mum, I love you!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SCQJRxpNM9I/AAAAAAAABjA/v0IP_HHmnGQ/s1600-h/mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-7989537429558741502?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7989537429558741502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7989537429558741502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/mum.html' title='mum'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5536093653262537096</id><published>2008-04-23T22:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:54.006+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films/dramas'/><title type='text'>s'wonderful, s'marvellous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;"Missin' You" {eng}&lt;br /&gt;Trey Songz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the case of the "Oh no! I've chipped my nails!" Never have I really understood the horrific nature of this until two weeks ago when my nails seem to be chipping real easy and real bad. Somebody help me! &gt;&lt;" Sounds mighty shallow/vain but good gosh, there are so many reasons to why it's horrific: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's painful when it chips down all the way to the pink bit of the nail (lol, is there a specific name for it??) (o'.'o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it looks real bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you can't brighten up and pretty your nails with nailpolish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when you're trying to wash your hair, your chipped nail gets in the way and everything just tangles up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you scratch yourself when you're asleep and when you're awake, you find yourself with one or two red marks across your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol. =D So as a desperate plea for help - any suggestions on effective hand &amp;amp; nail cream? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoo, to celebrate that I've finally finished my ed.psych essay (and I hope I never get the essay back) - I've been sitting here dreaming about dancing in long, pretty chiffon and silk dresses with my beautiful melodic prince: &lt;strong&gt;Fred Astaire&lt;/strong&gt;; springing lightly across the meadow, in a delightful world of own... that is, after (politely) pushing &lt;strong&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt; out of my way... xD Heh heh heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Iv4gfmSElk&amp;amp;hl=" width="345" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Funny Face&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; it's basically a story about bookstore clerk, Hepburn, becoming a muse for fashion photographer, Astaire. And of course, if it's set in &lt;strong&gt;Paris&lt;/strong&gt;, there must be love... ^-^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves and she loves&lt;/em&gt;... and I love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7k7ctCQmI/AAAAAAAABgw/GS8Qq38mJzY/s1600-h/NDVD_008.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192339130373259874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7k7ctCQmI/AAAAAAAABgw/GS8Qq38mJzY/s400/NDVD_008.BMP" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonjour Paris! Bonjour Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the most classic and famous photographs of Audrey taken. And whoever thought of the concept (an answer which I'll be searching for) and brilliantly took the photograph, I give all my respects to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And speaking about Paris, I've been reading &lt;a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/"&gt;WendyB&lt;/a&gt;'s posts about her recent trip to France and good gosh, I want to be her &lt;strong&gt;Fernando von Bankonstein&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qFstCQoI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZZCGlL4juRs/s1600-h/ballon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192344804025057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qFstCQoI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZZCGlL4juRs/s400/ballon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375062069658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8Fm8tCQxI/AAAAAAAABiI/l4bM53Yhjog/s400/NDVD_032.BMP" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qFstCQpI/AAAAAAAABhI/mnnwadF7O_w/s1600-h/NDVD_010.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192344804025057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qFstCQpI/AAAAAAAABhI/mnnwadF7O_w/s400/NDVD_010.BMP" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qF8tCQqI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pRWUSqmZnLE/s1600-h/NDVD_012.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192344808320025250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7qF8tCQqI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pRWUSqmZnLE/s400/NDVD_012.BMP" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7uHstCQrI/AAAAAAAABhY/YS5ELp0UuEc/s1600-h/NDVD_014.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192349236431307442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7uHstCQrI/AAAAAAAABhY/YS5ELp0UuEc/s400/NDVD_014.BMP" width="389" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] Give me an emerald-coloured coat just like this one so I may parade it up and down the streets making the other girls green with envy. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419596585550674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8uHMtCQ1I/AAAAAAAABio/UUqsMmlaWpM/s400/NDVD_026.BMP" width="356" border="0" /&gt;[^] I just love the timeless elegant look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192349240726274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7uH8tCQsI/AAAAAAAABhg/v9QPcojhQmQ/s400/NDVD_017.BMP" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375070659593010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8FnctCQzI/AAAAAAAABiY/sa4-8fqxSRA/s400/NDVD_036.BMP" width="368" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh! I just had to include a photo of the handsome Mr.Astaire. And the camera. I've been longing for one just like that . I wonder where I can find one? Do you know? If so, please tell me. =D I know they cost a fortune but I would say it would be a great investment, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419605175485282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="296" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8uHstCQ2I/AAAAAAAABiw/ZgGgg22Ls7I/s400/NDVD_028.BMP" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7uIMtCQtI/AAAAAAAABho/lyzU1NWtwnk/s1600-h/NDVD_018.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192349245021242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7uIMtCQtI/AAAAAAAABho/lyzU1NWtwnk/s400/NDVD_018.BMP" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, if you've seen the movie or if you can look closely at thie pohto, Audrey's hair looks absolutely wonderful in here, especially to a girl (aka me) whose hair is tangled, brittle and just looking totally wrong 24/7. &gt;&lt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it's a bit too early for me to think about my own wedding but if I was to wed my mister perfect, I would do so in this dress. It's gorgeous. How do you say beautiful in French? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375070659593026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8FnctCQ0I/AAAAAAAABig/BMWnxR-GeSo/s400/NDVD_037.BMP" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Audrey darling, tell me how to achieve a waist as tiny as yours. My waist is the size of a tree trunk - thick and straight with absolutely no curves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWMtCQuI/AAAAAAAABhw/2OOPzcpC7Qo/s1600-h/NDVD_019.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192354983097549538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWMtCQuI/AAAAAAAABhw/2OOPzcpC7Qo/s400/NDVD_019.BMP" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWctCQvI/AAAAAAAABh4/kRMV21bqQ4E/s1600-h/NDVD_005.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192354987392516850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWctCQvI/AAAAAAAABh4/kRMV21bqQ4E/s400/NDVD_005.BMP" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192419605175485298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA8uHstCQ3I/AAAAAAAABi4/xTTsg76sOAA/s400/NDVD_030.BMP" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWctCQwI/AAAAAAAABiA/b4OhASrQFxc/s1600-h/NDVD_021.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192354987392516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7zWctCQwI/AAAAAAAABiA/b4OhASrQFxc/s400/NDVD_021.BMP" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;S'wonderful, S' marvellous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MMM...Someone please give me more nights like this where I can just lounge in my pj's and watch classic movies, without feeling guilty about procrastinating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5536093653262537096?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5536093653262537096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5536093653262537096&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5536093653262537096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5536093653262537096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/04/swonderful-smarvellous.html' title='s&apos;wonderful, s&apos;marvellous'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/SA7k7ctCQmI/AAAAAAAABgw/GS8Qq38mJzY/s72-c/NDVD_008.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5299786005267270278</id><published>2008-04-11T21:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:54.407+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>red is baaaaadddd!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Voyage" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Shinhwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never am I again to wear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year. No, it's not the case of I hate the colour red. On the contrary, I love red and oh so wish to wear the strong, fierce and uber-sexy shades of red. But no, not red this year. Why? Well...it all started on Wednesday night when I wore a cropped woolly (and ultra cute ^^) jacket. The very next morning, I lost my mobile phone on the train. Humph. Big humph and oh, I was so attached to that mobile!!! &gt;&lt;" But wait, so what does wearing a red jacket have to do with losing a mobile phone? Well, early this year, Dad warned me not to wear anything red this year because being born in 1988, under the dragon zodiac, the colour red is to bring me bad luck... You know, some superstition thingy to do with chinese astrology/beliefs? And bam, bam, bam! It's true! I had been concious and wary enough not to wear any red at all until Wednesday. Nothing bad really happenned (*touches wood*) until I wore red... Aye yi yi. &gt;&lt;" I've been done for by wearing red. *cries!* Call me paranoid, call me superstitious - I don't deny it. lol!! I sound like a terrible drama queen ayes? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... until next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_9JrZSpYFI/AAAAAAAABgg/b7FxUf-5J7E/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187946305626398802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_9JrZSpYFI/AAAAAAAABgg/b7FxUf-5J7E/s400/red.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_9JsJSpYGI/AAAAAAAABgo/4yJnPIKT-yM/s1600-h/red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187946318511300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="401" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_9JsJSpYGI/AAAAAAAABgo/4yJnPIKT-yM/s400/red2.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_80hpSpYEI/AAAAAAAABgU/D75PKTx5vwA/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_80hpSpYEI/AAAAAAAABgU/D75PKTx5vwA/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will miss you Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5299786005267270278?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5299786005267270278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5299786005267270278&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5299786005267270278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5299786005267270278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/04/red-is-baaaaadddd.html' title='red is baaaaadddd!!'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_9JrZSpYFI/AAAAAAAABgg/b7FxUf-5J7E/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-8029713392845690692</id><published>2008-04-09T17:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:55.354+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>blue sparkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"별 (Star)" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;유미 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dip my feet into the cold tingling water and feel the sand squelch beneath my feet as the tide rushes in and out. I want to feel the ocean spray against my face, the brush of the gentle breeze running across my hair, the warm rays of the sun basking upon my smile of delight...oh, if only the beach wasn't so faraway. If only I could run out the front door, down the cobbled steps and onto the soft golden sand that would connect my soul to the breathtaking blue sparkles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186493900152867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_oguRRXiPI/AAAAAAAABgM/pHWy2sNO-OI/s400/800px-Sunset_on_North_Beach_at_Fort_De_Soto_Park.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-8029713392845690692?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/8029713392845690692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=8029713392845690692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8029713392845690692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8029713392845690692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-sparkles.html' title='blue sparkles'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_oguRRXiPI/AAAAAAAABgM/pHWy2sNO-OI/s72-c/800px-Sunset_on_North_Beach_at_Fort_De_Soto_Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-1197242948203649281</id><published>2008-04-05T19:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:39:58.104+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><title type='text'>LOVE KISSING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"What's Love Like?" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite awful trying to gather your thoughts and (lack-of) motivation to write a critical analysis. My critical thinking is a &lt;del&gt;bit&lt;/del&gt; very rusty and I just hate it so, knowing that my tutorial leader who will be marking it hates me so. Yes, I bitched about her behind her back and to my stupidity, she was right behind me. She gave me a cold stare and walked off. Ouch. &gt;&lt;" Curses my-forgetting-to-look-around-first. So now, I guess I shall have to suck up to her. I sound awful don't I?... And the worst thing is that I've got a very, very bad case of the cold with my nose red and running and my level of frustration seems to be abnormally high - perhaps, it's the time of the month? Urgh... &gt;&lt;" I need to paint my fingernails with a lovely, bright and shimmery colour. What colour do you suggest? I think it will make me happy to see my brightly coloured fingers tapping away on the keyboard as I rush to get my two essays, one presentation and one critical analysis finished before it's due at the end of this week. Oh dear, another ouch. Hahahaha!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so at the moment, what's making me happy is seeing my bright-blue band aid across the palm of my hand after having been bitten by a prawn last night at work. Love bright-blue bandaids. They're just awesome, don' t you think? ^^ And speaking about love, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm in love with love and sweet kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't we all? Yesterday, I was searching around for a children's book in Dymocks when I stumbled upon this very sweet and yummy pink book titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE KISSING YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Davide Cali&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Serge Bloch.&lt;/strong&gt; Such heartfelt and warm words, cute, giddy and oh so romantic... ^^ My heart melts upon those words in the book. It's $30 at Dymocks and I think I will grab a copy of it when I pass the store on the way to uni. What would be better of course is for my future guy to say those words to me, better yet - for him to kiss me. ^^ *&lt;em&gt;blushes&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you just a little &lt;del&gt;peck&lt;/del&gt; peek... ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60BRXiBI/AAAAAAAABec/6u3G9jW_juA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185678161309304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60BRXiBI/AAAAAAAABec/6u3G9jW_juA/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60RRXiCI/AAAAAAAABek/W8dn3F6Cj3c/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185678165604272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60RRXiCI/AAAAAAAABek/W8dn3F6Cj3c/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60xRXiDI/AAAAAAAABes/K5CsQRBOCvE/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185678174194206770" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_dDIhRXiMI/AAAAAAAABf0/luY38RsQtDI/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_dDIxRXiNI/AAAAAAAABf8/XuutFuDKMRI/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185687313884612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_dDIxRXiNI/AAAAAAAABf8/XuutFuDKMRI/s400/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_dDIxRXiOI/AAAAAAAABgE/cDEGVPm9Cno/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185687313884612834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_dDIxRXiOI/AAAAAAAABgE/cDEGVPm9Cno/s400/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love sweet kisses too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do. ^-^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-1197242948203649281?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/1197242948203649281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=1197242948203649281&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1197242948203649281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1197242948203649281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-kissing.html' title='LOVE KISSING...'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R_c60BRXiBI/AAAAAAAABec/6u3G9jW_juA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-964552645265550872</id><published>2008-03-16T23:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:01.567+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things jap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>make me a tokyo doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I Dare You To Move" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yayes! One more week of uni until the &lt;strong&gt;Easter Break&lt;/strong&gt;! Yahoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;del&gt;I've been trying to organise my life and thus, the reason why this blog (and other blogs) have been on the end of my "important" list. It's horrible, I know and it's going to take me awhile before I can get this blog back to its 4th place after uni, work and social life...(which is still pretty much the end of the list....hahahah xD) lol. Doesn't sound much of a life does it? Urk, I'm sounding absolutely dreadful and good gosh, I really need to get this doom and gloom atmosphere out of my mind and heart!! And lol, here I am wondering how when I've got one to two assessments every week for the next ten weeks. Yes, assessments and to think I was pumped up for uni to start again...I was beyond my expectations. And lol, so yes, here I am thinking that the easter break will provide me with lots of chocolate to ease my depression and to increase my adrenalin. &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Urk. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Let me start this post from scratch again. (o'.'o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been really hyped up about &lt;strong&gt;Fashion Week in Japan&lt;/strong&gt; and I do every year. ^^ Love, love, love. And with deepest regret, one thing that I didn't talk about &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-date-with-spring.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;last year&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Tokyo Girls Collection'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so I'm going to talk about it now. The &lt;a href="http://gw.tv/fw/contents/tgc/08SS/show/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tokyo Girls Collection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, held twice a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MFUxRXhpI/AAAAAAAABbc/jN0LMtOCqpY/s1600-h/pic08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179989850787907218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MFUxRXhpI/AAAAAAAABbc/jN0LMtOCqpY/s400/pic08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year, is known as the fashion festival that features dozens and dozens of famous artists performing and glamorous models strutting down the uber-long (45metres to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MF2RRXhqI/AAAAAAAABbk/J0eyCgqF-ao/s1600-h/pic06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179990426313524898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MF2RRXhqI/AAAAAAAABbk/J0eyCgqF-ao/s400/pic06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be exact - good gosh, is that longer than &lt;strong&gt;'Victoria's Secret'&lt;/strong&gt;?) LED catwalk in &lt;strong&gt;'Japanese Real Clothes for the World&lt;/strong&gt;.' When I (they) say real clothes, I (they) mean the fashion forward and affordable labels that can be bought now, as opposed to the fashion presented in Fashion Week, which is intended for retail the following season. The best thing is that it's truly like a fashion festival where it's quirky, fun and happy. The next best thing is that anyone can attend and view the fashion festival. You don't have to be the next &lt;strong&gt;Anna Wintour&lt;/strong&gt; nor the poster girl or that to-die-for celebrity. You can just be you and oh, of course, you have to have the ¥3,000 entry fee/¥5,000 (aprox.) AU$30/AU$50seat in the stands or the ¥10,000 VIP (aprox. AU$100) seat right next to the stage. Now...since I missed the 6th tokyo girls collection on March 15th 2008 (as well as missing &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;'s performance), could someone give me a plane ticket to Japan just in time for the next Tokyo Girls Collection festival, please please please please please?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180056010464135170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-NBfxRXiAI/AAAAAAAABeU/Iuu5I-_Qp5E/s400/001.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;So whilst I wait for this plane ticket of mine, I shall youtube and surf the internet for the collection til my heart's content... And I know I'll find street fashion parading on the catwalk - not necessarily my favourites but still absolutely wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MUKBRXhrI/AAAAAAAABbs/KQd27SkEn0s/s1600-h/titty+and+co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180006158778730162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MUKBRXhrI/AAAAAAAABbs/KQd27SkEn0s/s400/titty+and+co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;[^v] &lt;strong&gt;titty&amp;amp;Co.。「Love」、「Gorgeous」、「music」&lt;/strong&gt; range debuted this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really, really like the geometric print of the maxi dress below...well, I probably wouldn't like the print/pattern upon it if it wasn't for the colours. Those colours are my love. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MUKRRXhsI/AAAAAAAABb0/rNDSsuINNiM/s1600-h/titty+and+co+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180006163073697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MUKRRXhsI/AAAAAAAABb0/rNDSsuINNiM/s400/titty+and+co+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[vvv] &lt;strong&gt;Luv.Ronde&lt;/strong&gt; also debuted this year and I was quite disappointed with the outfits, they weren't ... me? lol. xD However, the shoes that the models wore were awesome and ooh la la - tres magnifique! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MeYRRXhtI/AAAAAAAABb8/D4fftROy2mc/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180017398708143826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MeYRRXhtI/AAAAAAAABb8/D4fftROy2mc/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] Okay, so I said I was quite disappointed with Luv.Ronde's outfits but this dress of theirs caught my breath. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I can visualise so many ways to wear this dress - I just love dresses that can be versatile and this is one of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180017407298078434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MeYxRXhuI/AAAAAAAABcE/EUY4oa7yz2A/s400/luv+range.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^v] I read somewhere that models threw away teddy bears to the crowd as they modelled down the catwalk. Why I couldn't have been there to catch one? And I wonder whether they threw away giant wine bottles to the crowd as well?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MeZBRXhvI/AAAAAAAABcM/tAQVdwHD_tg/s1600-h/luv.ronde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180017411593045746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MeZBRXhvI/AAAAAAAABcM/tAQVdwHD_tg/s400/luv.ronde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MjrxRXhwI/AAAAAAAABcU/qg5EiHql8uE/s1600-h/blondy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180047356105033650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M5oBRXh7I/AAAAAAAABds/CmNTLXbp26A/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] Dress by &lt;strong&gt;Spiral Girl&lt;/strong&gt; and modelled by one of my favourites: &lt;strong&gt;Jun Hasegawa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180023231273731842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MjrxRXhwI/AAAAAAAABcU/qg5EiHql8uE/s400/blondy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^v] This year's &lt;strong&gt;Blondy&lt;/strong&gt; collection is soooo sweet &amp;amp; kawaii, don't you think?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MjsBRXhxI/AAAAAAAABcc/86uW7vahvug/s1600-h/blondy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180023235568699154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MjsBRXhxI/AAAAAAAABcc/86uW7vahvug/s400/blondy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180025803959142178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MmBhRXhyI/AAAAAAAABck/SoxssAj-rv8/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] I've been looking for a white shirt-dress just like this one designed by &lt;strong&gt;Double Standard Clothing&lt;/strong&gt; for it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unusual Escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; range!! I wonder how much this is... cheap enough for me to grab my hands on??? *dreams*... ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MmCBRXhzI/AAAAAAAABcs/oZDOC29ejpE/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180025812549076786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MmCBRXhzI/AAAAAAAABcs/oZDOC29ejpE/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;[^] Check out this amazing and may I add colourful dress by Double Standard Clothing. It is so cool!! If you look closely (click on it for a larger view), it's a collage of flowers printed upon the dress. Very, very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180032753216227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MsWBRXh0I/AAAAAAAABc0/27LGeI1e2Q8/s400/smork+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; [^v] &lt;strong&gt;Smork by Language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to show the picture below, not for the outfit, but for the hair. I want hair just like that with flowery things upon my hair. ^.~ &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MsWBRXh1I/AAAAAAAABc8/kdWQxzctDxg/s1600-h/smork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180032753216227154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MsWBRXh1I/AAAAAAAABc8/kdWQxzctDxg/s400/smork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[vvv] The next three photos are of lingerie by &lt;strong&gt;Ravijour&lt;/strong&gt; and omgosh, all I can think of is Britney Spears in her devastating state when looking at the photo below. (o'.'o) The two other outfits are very powerful I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hBRXh8I/AAAAAAAABd0/6wCWLJ3ZYJg/s1600-h/ravijour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180050534380832706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hBRXh8I/AAAAAAAABd0/6wCWLJ3ZYJg/s400/ravijour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hBRXh9I/AAAAAAAABd8/c-Y8cH6iIRg/s1600-h/ravijour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180050534380832722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hBRXh9I/AAAAAAAABd8/c-Y8cH6iIRg/s400/ravijour2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hRRXh-I/AAAAAAAABeE/VCA88fMpzSI/s1600-h/ravijour+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180050538675800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-M8hRRXh-I/AAAAAAAABeE/VCA88fMpzSI/s400/ravijour+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MwlxRXh2I/AAAAAAAABdE/KQC_V1ZgqUU/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180037421845677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MwlxRXh2I/AAAAAAAABdE/KQC_V1ZgqUU/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^v] &lt;strong&gt;HbG. &lt;/strong&gt;I would like a pair of those yellow overalls please... and can I have those pair of pink heels please? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MwlxRXh3I/AAAAAAAABdM/AJisW597RGo/s1600-h/hbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180037421845677938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MwlxRXh3I/AAAAAAAABdM/AJisW597RGo/s400/hbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040905064155042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MzwhRXh6I/AAAAAAAABdk/-ef9TwQdonQ/s400/fabolous+cecil+mcbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^v] &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabolous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Cecil McBEE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-NAaxRXh_I/AAAAAAAABeM/jGyMXR3n4hM/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180054825053161458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-NAaxRXh_I/AAAAAAAABeM/jGyMXR3n4hM/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MzixRXh4I/AAAAAAAABdU/6a0LJxuQGN8/s1600-h/alba+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040668840953730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MzixRXh4I/AAAAAAAABdU/6a0LJxuQGN8/s400/alba+rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^v] by &lt;strong&gt;Alba Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;. I really really like the outfit above - a perfect outfit for catching up with girlfriends over coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MzjBRXh5I/AAAAAAAABdc/HHbzsI4uoWg/s1600-h/alba+rosa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180040673135921042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MzjBRXh5I/AAAAAAAABdc/HHbzsI4uoWg/s400/alba+rosa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope my plane ticket to Japan will be coming soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-964552645265550872?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/964552645265550872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=964552645265550872&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/964552645265550872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/964552645265550872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-me-tokyo-doll.html' title='make me a tokyo doll'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R-MFUxRXhpI/AAAAAAAABbc/jN0LMtOCqpY/s72-c/pic08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5408458326707622427</id><published>2008-03-05T16:47:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:01.799+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>play!., i say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Violin Concerto in D Major (orchestral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tchaikovsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, it's been a long time since I've posted and I seem to keep on on leaving this blog behind for a few days and then it leads to weeks and aah...Oh dear me. But I'm back. I'm back!! &lt;strong&gt;No longer M.I.A.&lt;/strong&gt; Miss me? Kekeke. Of course you do! xD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;has started once again for the year and having thought that I was ready for uni after a three month summer holiday, I cannot help but say I am so ready for the &lt;strong&gt;Easter&lt;/strong&gt; break. lol. And yes, it's only the fourth day of uni. &gt;&lt;" Good gosh, I can't seem to help it. I'm so lazy and I totally had forgotten how mentally and physically straining uni can be. My calves are tense and burning at the moment after two hours of dance this afternoon. eek! So here I am, trying to sweeten up my already-stressful-uni-day with a two litre tub of vanilla ice cream. ^^ And oh, instead of studying (which I should be...), I'm squealing over the gorgeous japanese actor: &lt;strong&gt;Tamaki Hiroshi&lt;/strong&gt; in the japanese drama &lt;strong&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/strong&gt;. And oh, it's a delightful story which focuses on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;classical music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the orchestra and, well, as they say... classical music helps you study...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching this series just makes me think back to a post that I had posted at the beginning of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Having been on hiatus from piano for a year, I am so lost and clueless as well as having a sniff of mortification upon the unretentive memory of mine. the composers (who?), the Italian/Latin words (what?), the art of composing (huh?), cadences (plagal, perfect, imperfect), scales (o.m.g), key signatures, rests, ornaments, inversions, syncopations and so forth (blah blah blah) are merely a short-sighted reminiscence. And here I am amazed that my fingers still know which keys to touch and where to run to as my eyes divert from one note to another hanging up on the five well-known script lines. However, my fingers are not as flexible and fast enough as once before. Meanwhile my heart beats rapidly as I am quickly reminded that 8th grade piano is hard; very much complicated and intricate. My fingers jump when directed to staccato, they firmly press when directed to fortissimo and lightly dance when directed to pianissimo but alas, not good enough. Yesterday, feeling excited and anxious at the prospect of resuming the last of my piano studies have now dropped to a more grounded, realistic and somewhat quivering approach. So much to remember, so much to learn - of course I should of known but I forget. My mind is lazy. My eyes (and mouth) are open wide at the sight of the complexity of the piano compostion titled &lt;strong&gt;Bagatellen Op.12 No.6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Capriccietto&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Miklos Rozsa&lt;/strong&gt; before me. My fingers are restless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dim the lights. Create the mood. Play piano, play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since my piano teacher passed away at the end of last year, I've stopped playing the piano. Perhaps I should resume my piano studies. Yes, perhaps I will. It's amazing what a tv drama can do to you. The media can be such a wonderful thing. And music is definitely such a wonderful thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems that this post is going to be quite a personal post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiamay.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-blogger-award.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Debbie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nominated me for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thinking Blogger Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which has surprised me because I never thought of my blog as... thoughtful but rather, a blog consisting more of spur-of-the-moment, whimsical rants about everything that inspires me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R9O-x2XQT_I/AAAAAAAABa8/wIjbEoHdk8Y/s1600-h/thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175690160394751986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R9O-x2XQT_I/AAAAAAAABa8/wIjbEoHdk8Y/s400/thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the story behind the name of your blog and nickname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh good gosh. lol. It may sound silly but I have loved the word 'whimsical' since I discovered such a word existed back in Year 9. The way the word rolls quite unevenly across the tip of your tongue, the way the word would always make me say it in a delightful exclaimation - it's quite strange isn't it? Yes, it seems that I always say things on a whim and every once in awhile, I would express an odd notion about a thing that delights me, something that tickles me with fancy then and there. Hence, the title: &lt;strong&gt;Whimsical Delights&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything that I post about is something that I find utterly wonderful and something I hope would make my readers hear, read, look with joy and delight. Oh, my thoughts are everywhere! lol. And the most superficial thing of all is that, I guess, I just love the sound of it. Hahahah!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/strong&gt; - I think it's the epitome of festivals, celebrations and bright and happy colours, fun. And bubbly...like me, if I dare say so. ^^ HAHAHAHA!! I'd like to think that my posts has that wonderful, special and exciting flavour such as cotton candy in which it makes your tongue sparkle and tingle with joy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What has been your worst and best blogging experience?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think I truly have either at the moment... I just guess the reason why I started to blog was because I was inspired by the likes of other fascinating blogs and also because I wanted to share with others my personal experience, joy, woos and woes, loves and hates. And to be able to connect with various and very different people from all over the world via my posts and comments has been truly wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I don't think I will achieve my best blogging experience until I feel as though I've given all my love to this blog, for I've been neglecting it and sometimes, I just haven't been too open to this blog which I would like to have. So I guess, that will be something for the next question... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What do you think/want to happen to your blog in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be inspired and hope to inspire others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to have others enjoy my whimsical delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so enough about me for now. I want it to be about others. And I'm going to past this award to every blogger because they always have this wonderful flavour to their posts which inspires me to every little extent, broadens my knowledge, makes me laugh with joy and of course, think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of Love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5408458326707622427?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5408458326707622427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5408458326707622427&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5408458326707622427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5408458326707622427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-i-say.html' title='play!., i say'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R9O-x2XQT_I/AAAAAAAABa8/wIjbEoHdk8Y/s72-c/thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7085496406990896055</id><published>2008-02-27T21:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:02.498+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jingles and dangles'/><title type='text'>the girl with a leaf and pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"(Another Song) All Over Again" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been neglecting my blog for awhile but I have a perfect excuse - I've been exhausted. Utterly exhausted from working nine hours each day for the past fortnight at the deli and lol, I just can't seem to stop smelling like a mixture of hams, bacons, prawns, cheese and everything in between. It's horrible. xD lol. And the most horrid thing is that I can't paint my fingernails in all different shades of colours and I must wear a cap - I look dreadful in caps. lol. Oh the vainity in me!! But there's an upside, I get paid, I'm losing weight from running and lugging things around, I feel a sense of efficiency and overall, I'm just happy. Happy, happy, happy. ^^ And the first thing I'm saving up for is a new digital camera for I feel so very lost without one and this blog absolutely cries for one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...But it seems as though it's going to take me a long while before I finally have enough money to purchase a digi as I seem to be spending all my money on jewellery, jewellery and more jewellery. It's absolutely horrid of me to do so when I have boxes full of jewellery laying around my room with aplenty not worn for years, yes, years. For some strange reason, I always seem to justify every jewellery purchase and the following collection of hand-made jewellery created by &lt;a href="http://abigailpercy.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abigail A.Percy &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is something that I certainly could justify in buying (if I had the money):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they reminds me of Autumn, my favourite season and the season's coming up real soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they're simple and classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love gold and pearls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they'll match with everything in my wardrobe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mmm....they're beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Vakg3jPYI/AAAAAAAABaU/JZyaoGVqP3M/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639330449603970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Vakg3jPYI/AAAAAAAABaU/JZyaoGVqP3M/s400/300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twist Ring with Pearl.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my absolute favourite. I've been looking for one just like this - simple with an air of elegance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8ValA3jPZI/AAAAAAAABac/pFL1KISj6pY/s1600-h/3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639339039538578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8ValA3jPZI/AAAAAAAABac/pFL1KISj6pY/s400/3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autumn Leaf Pearl Necklace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8ValQ3jPaI/AAAAAAAABak/_pF8qKmnHh4/s1600-h/3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639343334505890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8ValQ3jPaI/AAAAAAAABak/_pF8qKmnHh4/s400/3002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf and Pearl Stud Earrings.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum's actually got a pair that's quite similar to this. Hmmm..perhaps I shall borrow it to wear for dinner on Friday night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Valg3jPbI/AAAAAAAABas/RLbUw7-MSjU/s1600-h/3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639347629473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Valg3jPbI/AAAAAAAABas/RLbUw7-MSjU/s400/3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressed Leaf Necklace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not quite sure what attracted me to this necklace. I think it was the design of the gold leaf charm .... enhanced by the string of grey/blue crystals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Valw3jPcI/AAAAAAAABa0/FqetQ_CBcdI/s1600-h/3004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171639351924440514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Valw3jPcI/AAAAAAAABa0/FqetQ_CBcdI/s400/3004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollyhock Earrings.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And so, whilst I wish away for this collection oozing-with-charm jewellery, I'm going off to catch the second episode of &lt;strong&gt;'Cashmere Mafia'&lt;/strong&gt; and wish away for the characters' wardrobes as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-7085496406990896055?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7085496406990896055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7085496406990896055&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7085496406990896055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7085496406990896055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-with-leaf-and-pearls.html' title='the girl with a leaf and pearls'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R8Vakg3jPYI/AAAAAAAABaU/JZyaoGVqP3M/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-6724068154621766618</id><published>2008-02-18T22:00:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:04.434+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshot'/><title type='text'>bask in the african sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Far Longer Than Forever" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jeffrey Osbourne &amp;amp; Regina Belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I have a friend who would often criticise my heavy-money-wasting on magazines when most of it's just advertising prints. Now, magazines aren't money wasting are they?? No, I think definetly not. lol. But then again, my friend is not slightly interested in fashion - yes, would you believe it? - but she's awesome nonetheless. Well, I absolutely love fashion advertisements and that's part of the joy in magazines. I love scrutinizing every angle shot, each model's pose/stance, the layout, the set and of course, the styling of the clothes and accessories. Oh, fashion advertisements can be so wonderful. ^^ And the newest advertisement campaign of &lt;a href="http://www.ports1961.com/swf/main.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ports 1961 Spring/Summer 2008&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;collection is one of the most delightful with its inspiration coming from the beauty and style of &lt;strong&gt;Africa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC8g3jPPI/AAAAAAAABZM/h61adxQ0srw/s1600-h/Untitled-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306023511047410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC8g3jPPI/AAAAAAAABZM/h61adxQ0srw/s400/Untitled-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] I love the use of shadows in this photograph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I first noted Ports 1961 whilst reading about their &lt;strong&gt;'Organic Arts'&lt;/strong&gt; Collection back in the October 2007 Issue of &lt;strong&gt;JESSICA&lt;/strong&gt;. Their Organic Arts collection were pretty much comprised of accessories made from organic materials such as wood and cotton and my gosh, they were one of the most beautiful pieces I had seen. As you can see the photo above, the model is holding a wooden clutch - part of the Organic Arts collection - in her hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC8w3jPQI/AAAAAAAABZU/duYCEOzbd6Q/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306027806014722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC8w3jPQI/AAAAAAAABZU/duYCEOzbd6Q/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] I just adore this outfit - the whole outfit but unfortunately, to much of my dismay, I just can't imagine myself wearing this outfit at all unless I lose 30 kg and wear 10 inch heels to make my legs look slender and long. &gt;&lt;" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9Q3jPRI/AAAAAAAABZc/vnz9sBcllZc/s1600-h/Untitled-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306036395949330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9Q3jPRI/AAAAAAAABZc/vnz9sBcllZc/s400/Untitled-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] There is something about this photograph - the bare landscape/background and the flow of the colours is just so lovely. The dress seems to blend in with the background and yet, there's this contrast to it where it stands out...gosh, I sound so contradicting , what am I thinking and how do I describe this feeling that I have of this photo?.... It's just a strong and beautiful photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9w3jPTI/AAAAAAAABZs/nweGeHNpPAc/s1600-h/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306044985883954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9w3jPTI/AAAAAAAABZs/nweGeHNpPAc/s400/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7lxxg3jPOI/AAAAAAAABZE/2AbIh9VxpkM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168287142834814178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7lxxg3jPOI/AAAAAAAABZE/2AbIh9VxpkM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9g3jPSI/AAAAAAAABZk/I8aNkUvY4_A/s1600-h/Untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306040690916642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC9g3jPSI/AAAAAAAABZk/I8aNkUvY4_A/s400/Untitled-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] It was the bright white of the outfit against the dark background that captured me. It just brings the outfit out and as I was staring at it, I noticed the splendor of the tree. Look at those carvings/work of nature (or digital tech) upon that tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1Q3jPUI/AAAAAAAABZ0/lffA82dhBv0/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168306998468623682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1Q3jPUI/AAAAAAAABZ0/lffA82dhBv0/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] Isn't this outfit just so classic? Timeless? For some reason, I love her pose. It's got a flair to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1g3jPVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/S62kExyVE4I/s1600-h/Untitled-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168307002763590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1g3jPVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/S62kExyVE4I/s400/Untitled-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] The capturing of the dress is terrific and such great use of lighting so that the dress just seems to glow and shine in such beautiful shades of gold! However, this photograph reminds me of another advertisement that I had seen before, I can't remember which brand it was but yeah, there's a familiarity to this photo and I don't think that's a good thing to have as it might seem copy-cat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1w3jPWI/AAAAAAAABaE/py_SbDRSWro/s1600-h/Untitled-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168307007058558306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mD1w3jPWI/AAAAAAAABaE/py_SbDRSWro/s400/Untitled-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] Often, I find myself attracted to eccentric photographs but I found this set quite simple, natural and ultimately, exotic which is what I liked about this collection of photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mH6w3jPXI/AAAAAAAABaM/FsUpblwkKM4/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168311491004415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mH6w3jPXI/AAAAAAAABaM/FsUpblwkKM4/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to say so much about these sets of photos; what impressions they give me, the feelings but as you know, I'm terrible with words for I just don't seem to know how express myself unless it's via photos/images. So once again, I'm just going to let the photographs speak for themselves. ^^ Meanwhile, there's more to this set of photos so check out the site if you wish. They're beautiful captures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-6724068154621766618?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/6724068154621766618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=6724068154621766618&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6724068154621766618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6724068154621766618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/02/bask-in-africian-sunlight.html' title='bask in the african sunlight'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7mC8g3jPPI/AAAAAAAABZM/h61adxQ0srw/s72-c/Untitled-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5086151270349642790</id><published>2008-02-15T11:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:08.097+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films/dramas'/><title type='text'>orlando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"You Got It Bad" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not know much about English history and forgive me for my lack of ignorance of the plenty kings (I, II, III and more) or the many queens or the many who's who...If I could, no, should I say if I had the motivation, I would search up the facts and absorb myself into the past centuries of the English beyond my knowledge...But, yes there always seem to be a 'but', I just don't seem to find it fascinating enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one aspect of English history that always seem to intrigue me and hence, the fascination and motivation to search up every minute detail about it. That is, the fashion. The excess and the extravagance. And that is exactly what I witnessed when I watched the post-modern movie: '&lt;strong&gt;Orlando&lt;/strong&gt;' based on &lt;strong&gt;Virgina Woolf's&lt;/strong&gt; novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The film is based upon a nobleman Orlando under the reign of &lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/strong&gt; in the 15th century and weirdly enough, he remains forever young (as he had decided to), metamorphoses into a woman and moves from one century to another. And yes, I was quite bewildered. It has been a year since I studied literature and whilst watching the film, I felt the longing to learn about the film, to understand, to hold a bit of knowledge about the symbols, illusions, metaphors and what not. And I wonder whether I should take up on English literature again despite the essays that I dread but this is beside the point... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I watched the movie, I became quite creeped out by &lt;strong&gt;Tilda Swinton&lt;/strong&gt; who plays the character Orlando. Why! Her eyes were so deep with hollowness, it sent chills down my spine especially when she would swiftly and oh-so-suddenly look directly into the camera. Oh, the shivers! Sounds exaggerated perhaps but I had spent yesterday night trying to forget the image of those two empty saucers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TUJA3jPHI/AAAAAAAABYM/_jBw9U-UQa0/s1600-h/vlcsnap-35481.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166987923817708658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TUJA3jPHI/AAAAAAAABYM/_jBw9U-UQa0/s320/vlcsnap-35481.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew not much of what was going on nor did I understand the different meanings but I was compelled to continue watching the movie for I was allured by the exquisite costumes of the different times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATE 1500 - 1600: DEATH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166453234749094674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Lt2A3jOxI/AAAAAAAABVY/Nv_4T4b4_J0/s320/vlcsnap-48613.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If there ever was to be &lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt; here in Australia or if I was to move to America and celebrate it there, this is the costume I would choose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Lt3A3jOyI/AAAAAAAABVg/GVjUDMDMPZQ/s1600-h/vlcsnap-49280.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166453251928963874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Lt3A3jOyI/AAAAAAAABVg/GVjUDMDMPZQ/s320/vlcsnap-49280.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166453269108833074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Lt4A3jOzI/AAAAAAAABVo/mERUudnwCB0/s320/vlcsnap-58954.png" border="0" /&gt; In case you're wondering, yes, the queen is played by the remarkable &lt;strong&gt;Quentin Crisp&lt;/strong&gt;. And oh the English opulence is quite wonderful! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166454849656798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7LvUA3jO0I/AAAAAAAABVw/Dro4DWwNR8U/s320/vlcsnap-59463.png" border="0" /&gt; In this age, bodices were either high-necked or had a broad, low, square neckline with a slight arch at the front. The bodices were stiffened into a cone sharpe or worn over corsets in which it was then fastened with hooks in front or were laced a the side-back seam. And the bodice ended in a V-shape at the front waist. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1550-1600_in_fashion"&gt;[WIKI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good greif, that's just one layer. There was the underwear, the petticoat, the hoop/farthingale, the safeguardes and sometimes hooded cloaks. Did I mention the accessories such as the heavy necklaces, many rings, earrings, the headgears and gloves and etc etc etc. I think I would of suffocated in such a galore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But such love for the extravagance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1610: LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TXyg3jPJI/AAAAAAAABYc/QhdILog1Q1o/s1600-h/vlcsnap-45945.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166991935317163154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TXyg3jPJI/AAAAAAAABYc/QhdILog1Q1o/s320/vlcsnap-45945.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] Wearing black; in mourning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-gone-with-dresses.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Gone with the Wind'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I wonder how long mourning had to go for, especially for a woman who had just lost her husband. What was deemed as a respectable amount of time for a woman to mourn before she could go to events, to gossip, to re-marry (if wanted) or otherwise be deemed as "too fast"? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Ly3A3jO2I/AAAAAAAABWE/BAnbiBD4fx4/s1600-h/vlcsnap-63009.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166458749487102818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Ly3A3jO2I/AAAAAAAABWE/BAnbiBD4fx4/s320/vlcsnap-63009.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Ly4Q3jO3I/AAAAAAAABWM/DmMq-e8Dnkc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-70513.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166458770961939314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Ly4Q3jO3I/AAAAAAAABWM/DmMq-e8Dnkc/s320/vlcsnap-70513.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1650: POETRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OD3Q3jO4I/AAAAAAAABWU/GAM44cy5ZYY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-72391.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166618182968097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OD3Q3jO4I/AAAAAAAABWU/GAM44cy5ZYY/s320/vlcsnap-72391.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^] My sister screamed that the outfit above was so me and yes, I absolutely love it!! For men, the sleeves could be slashed, unslashed or divided into two parts and buttoned together. And oh gosh, do I love those sleeves and that huge bow tied around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OD4Q3jO5I/AAAAAAAABWc/nMF2u-4x0ok/s1600-h/vlcsnap-82393.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166618200147966866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OD4Q3jO5I/AAAAAAAABWc/nMF2u-4x0ok/s320/vlcsnap-82393.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems that pointed bears and wide mustaches were fashionable in that tme and goodness, I wonder what they were thinking. (&gt;&lt;") It looks quite horrible I think. And what are those white puffs extruding out from his armpits - are they to mop up his sweat from reciting poetry aloud ??? (o'.'o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1700: POLITICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166989147883388034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TVQQ3jPII/AAAAAAAABYU/KOZh_ftjky0/s320/vlcsnap-55391.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TZDA3jPKI/AAAAAAAABYk/mAwn9HCzGYI/s1600-h/vlcsnap-82751.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166993318296632482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TZDA3jPKI/AAAAAAAABYk/mAwn9HCzGYI/s320/vlcsnap-82751.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister who is currently studying this film told me that the men wore much more elaborate outfits than the women to show that they were the superior of the genders. Though I dearly love the costumes, I do think the men look ridiculous with such long hair... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166631080754887602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OPmA3jO7I/AAAAAAAABWs/A8prm8Vp4bY/s320/vlcsnap-84166.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, wigs made in many different styles were essential for the men of substance. Different wigs were worn according to the occasion and the age group. Wigs were often white and for the long natural hair, it was often powdered to achieve the fashionable look. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1700-1750_in_fashion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[WIKI]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1750: SOCIETY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166631093639789506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OPmw3jO8I/AAAAAAAABW0/8ML8VyP-DDk/s320/vlcsnap-85300.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] One morning, Orlando awoke to find himself metamorphosed into a woman. Unfortunately he lost all his property, money as well as honour and alas, found himself restricted - socially and physically. When I mean physically, I meant by the hoop-skirts. Wide panniers, that is, skirts held out at the side, were worn by the women. In addition to the confining style, the image of a narrow inverted conical corseted torso were enforced by the extra tight stays/corsets worn above the skirts. Good gosh, now I fully understand why &lt;strong&gt;Keira Knightley&lt;/strong&gt; nearly fainted in &lt;strong&gt;'Pirates of the Carribean'&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't even have the faintest idea of what time that movie was meant to be set in. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OPng3jO9I/AAAAAAAABW8/piORS3WkVDM/s1600-h/vlcsnap-85460.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166631106524691410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OPng3jO9I/AAAAAAAABW8/piORS3WkVDM/s320/vlcsnap-85460.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166631115114626018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7OPoA3jO-I/AAAAAAAABXE/k4ZjVpK3zc8/s320/vlcsnap-85632.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] I love the colour. The pastels. So lovely and sweet - reminds me of sweet candy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7QxIA3jO_I/AAAAAAAABXM/RTGTSRLdPc0/s1600-h/vlcsnap-97235.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166808686242511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7QxIA3jO_I/AAAAAAAABXM/RTGTSRLdPc0/s320/vlcsnap-97235.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^v] Throughout the period, the men had their hair grown long. The hair was powdered white, curled at the sides, brushed back from the forehead and tied back at the nape of the neck with a black ribbon. I wonder why no other coloured ribbons were worn...but I guess black suits everything ... and would definetly stand out from the powdered white hair. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1750-1795_in_fashion"&gt;[WIKI]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7QxIw3jPAI/AAAAAAAABXU/TKkINca0R4c/s1600-h/vlcsnap-30832.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166808699127413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7QxIw3jPAI/AAAAAAAABXU/TKkINca0R4c/s320/vlcsnap-30832.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_mA3jPBI/AAAAAAAABXc/i4_qw6O4jrg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-97797.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166824594801376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_mA3jPBI/AAAAAAAABXc/i4_qw6O4jrg/s320/vlcsnap-97797.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_mw3jPCI/AAAAAAAABXk/H4p5plxPgqQ/s1600-h/vlcsnap-98135.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166824607686278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_mw3jPCI/AAAAAAAABXk/H4p5plxPgqQ/s320/vlcsnap-98135.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_nw3jPDI/AAAAAAAABXs/FuLP62sSJak/s1600-h/vlcsnap-98677.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166824624866147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7Q_nw3jPDI/AAAAAAAABXs/FuLP62sSJak/s320/vlcsnap-98677.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good gosh. Now I can truly imagine the width of such a dress! It must of been so uncomfortable to sit in! But as they all say something along the lines, one must sacrifice for fashion/fashion is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1850: SEX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7REjA3jPEI/AAAAAAAABX0/zNNiJockvJo/s1600-h/vlcsnap-34706.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830040819907650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7REjA3jPEI/AAAAAAAABX0/zNNiJockvJo/s320/vlcsnap-34706.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^] Unlike the previous century with the ever-so-massive hairstyles for women, hairstyles in the 1850s became more simple. Hair was often tied in a bun or wound braid at the back. Meanwhile, flounces were used to make the skirts appear fuller. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[v] The &lt;em&gt;sack coat&lt;/em&gt; (loosely fitted and reaching to mid-thigh) as an informal daywear was worn by men. Matching coat, waistcoat and trousers (as seen below) marked the beginning of the modern business suit. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1850s_in_fashion"&gt;[WIKI]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7REjw3jPFI/AAAAAAAABX8/o0MOUdmsiYI/s1600-h/vlcsnap-36158.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166830053704809554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7REjw3jPFI/AAAAAAAABX8/o0MOUdmsiYI/s320/vlcsnap-36158.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't want to end the post with &lt;strong&gt;'1850:Sex'&lt;/strong&gt; but the film ends up in the &lt;strong&gt;PRESENT DAY: BIRTH&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm pretty sure both you and I know what the fashion of the present is ....... ^^ And oh, I'm pretty sure I've got something mixed up and terribly confused and if so, do correct me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So perhaps, I will end this post with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW: FREEDOM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and a, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5086151270349642790?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5086151270349642790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5086151270349642790&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5086151270349642790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5086151270349642790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/02/orlando.html' title='orlando'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R7TUJA3jPHI/AAAAAAAABYM/_jBw9U-UQa0/s72-c/vlcsnap-35481.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7150939485277645511</id><published>2008-02-06T10:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:10.090+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>who's the lucky girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"비행기 - Airplane" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;n.poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and hence, the big celebration - &lt;strong&gt;think red and loud!&lt;/strong&gt; =D So to celebrate the festivity, I'm going to do something great and amazingly lovely to end the year with. And that is to award 8 favourite blogees of mine (8 = luck &amp;amp; fortune in chinese ^^) with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;YOU MAKE MY DAY AWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because these blogs absolutely make my day everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6W-QfxYu4I/AAAAAAAABTI/Qp3jPqXao8o/s1600-h/u+make+my+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162741738465966978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6W-QfxYu4I/AAAAAAAABTI/Qp3jPqXao8o/s400/u%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Clothes Horse&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who just makes me want to scream "Become my stylist! Or give me your wardrobe!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://colorizacion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aisha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for being Aisha and there's no better reason than that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kansha-shite.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gilda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who is uber-funkelicious, eccentric and just fun loving!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mahalofashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jennifer&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who stalks every celebrity and rummages through his/her wardrobe and then tells me all about it to every minute detail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://aroom-of-ones-own.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romeika&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who has a name that I would love to call my future-daughter one day and who just makes me feel at home everytime I read her blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theapathist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meg&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for sharing her priceless findings with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://queenoftheposhandbroke.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shaz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for making me feel better about my constant fashion-disasters when I see the celebs look horrible in such expensive clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://learntheperksofwallflowerdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tru&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for making a wallflower like me feel much more whimsical and cheery whenever I read her posts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I would of loved to have chosen &lt;a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WendyB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her gorgeous figure and for her making me whoop with laughter but I know that's she already been awarded. ^^ In addition, I must give a big thank you to &lt;a href="http://brujadcuento.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-make-my-day.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Key&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fashionrookies.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-had-bad-day.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Indi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who had awarded this award to me. Lots of love. XOXO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, something even quite as exciting is a wedding to go to and so I did a few days back. Oh gosh, I would of loved to share with you what I wore to the wedding but with my camera broken and now my mp3 with its built in camera broken, I am crying...But at least my mp3 wasn't broken during the wedding so yayes, there's photos to come. Why didn't I take a photo of my outfit then?? Baka... And my, did I have a huge headache back at that time for I had no idea what to wear. It had been so long since I went to a wedding unlike my childhood where there seemed to be a wedding every 3 months. I wished for cold cold cold weather and love, I think God loves me so for it was dreadful cold that day and quite misty. Forgive me for being selfish and forgetting all about the bride and groom's wishes but I wanted to wear my gold up-to-my-knees-dress with puffed-up sleeves and beautiful gold and black accessories to match and gosh, a golden girl - sounds weird, I know. HAHAHAH!! xD And I think I would of been glowing even more if there had been a gorgeous guy to meet at the wedding. HAHAHAH!! Oh gosh. Silly me. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as I'm about to dash off to meet my friends at the city for lunch, I'm just going to let the photos talk. Afterall, a picture speaks a 1000 words right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpkPxYu5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/s25wgXD1I84/s1600-h/sexy+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164196731651931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpkPxYu5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/s25wgXD1I84/s400/sexy+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rtz_xYu-I/AAAAAAAABT4/IZgaWLIGhJE/s1600-h/steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164201400281381858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rtz_xYu-I/AAAAAAAABT4/IZgaWLIGhJE/s400/steps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpk_xYu6I/AAAAAAAABTY/gufEQR6Er0k/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164196744536832930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpk_xYu6I/AAAAAAAABTY/gufEQR6Er0k/s400/rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rplfxYu7I/AAAAAAAABTg/4jrMD2E4Xks/s1600-h/circular+quay+west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164196753126767538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rplfxYu7I/AAAAAAAABTg/4jrMD2E4Xks/s400/circular+quay+west.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rtz_xYu_I/AAAAAAAABUA/CIBSqtIAqS0/s1600-h/opera+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164201400281381874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rtz_xYu_I/AAAAAAAABUA/CIBSqtIAqS0/s400/opera+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpmPxYu8I/AAAAAAAABTo/v8hZ1cNqCuc/s1600-h/harbour+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164196766011669442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpmPxYu8I/AAAAAAAABTo/v8hZ1cNqCuc/s400/harbour+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpmfxYu9I/AAAAAAAABTw/hCfe2qJ5wxA/s1600-h/restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164196770306636754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6rpmfxYu9I/AAAAAAAABTw/hCfe2qJ5wxA/s400/restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLmvxYvAI/AAAAAAAABUI/AoQ30Auf4pQ/s1600-h/the+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234157996948482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLmvxYvAI/AAAAAAAABUI/AoQ30Auf4pQ/s400/the+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234162291915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLm_xYvBI/AAAAAAAABUQ/7ih3UYzATI0/s400/neon+lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLnPxYvCI/AAAAAAAABUY/PubFPz3Dz3I/s1600-h/dj+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234166586883106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLnPxYvCI/AAAAAAAABUY/PubFPz3Dz3I/s400/dj+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLnfxYvDI/AAAAAAAABUg/6yDMsIaQnZc/s1600-h/waterfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234170881850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLnfxYvDI/AAAAAAAABUg/6yDMsIaQnZc/s400/waterfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLoPxYvEI/AAAAAAAABUo/0Ymzg2zxmt0/s1600-h/harbour+bridge+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234183766752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sLoPxYvEI/AAAAAAAABUo/0Ymzg2zxmt0/s400/harbour+bridge+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sL1PxYvFI/AAAAAAAABUw/_qROmPjjTsQ/s1600-h/city+on+the+move.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164234407105051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6sL1PxYvFI/AAAAAAAABUw/_qROmPjjTsQ/s400/city+on+the+move.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-7150939485277645511?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7150939485277645511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7150939485277645511&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7150939485277645511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7150939485277645511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/02/whos-lucky-girl.html' title='who&apos;s the lucky girl?'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6W-QfxYu4I/AAAAAAAABTI/Qp3jPqXao8o/s72-c/u%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-2295913708773366056</id><published>2008-02-02T23:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:12.240+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>a lazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Someday We'll Know" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mandy Moore &amp;amp; Jonathan Foreman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6WuFfxYu3I/AAAAAAAABTA/Sni1686eg3o/s1600-h/#27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162723957301361522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6WuFfxYu3I/AAAAAAAABTA/Sni1686eg3o/s400/%2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I'm afraid it has been quite awhile since I've blogged and forgive me as sudden headaches to sleeping over at my cousin's house for a few days and to long days of going out and about has tired me so - eg slept at 6:00am yesterday night (this morning?) and woke up at 7:30am this morning (and I dreamt about &lt;strong&gt;Rhett Butler&lt;/strong&gt; in that one &amp;amp; a half hour of sleep - tis true)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And unfortunately, I've been heartbroken and terribly angry because my sister, the ever so clumsy (and annoying) sister, has broken my camera when she smashed it against the ground....Oh, what to do now??? *cries* OH!! SHE PISSED ME OFF REAL BAD!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I think I can swear all day and night but I musn't, no, not on this blog... *screams!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so many photos that I wanted to take such as the Chinese New Year Markets, the parties out at night with such lovely views, friends and family, gorgeous flowers that have been blooming, outfits and oh, just about everything!! My dear camera which has shared so many memories with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But &lt;a href="http://brujadcuento.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-make-my-day.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Key&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://fashionrookies.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-had-bad-day.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Indi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has cheered me up so very much and has absolutely made my day by awarding me with the &lt;strong&gt;'You Make My Day Award'&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you guys so much!! So very, very sweet! ^^ I'm pretty sure that I'm meant to tag other blogees for this award but for awhile, I'm going to be selfish and keep the award to myself!! xD HAHAHAHA!! No, I'm not that horrible and mean but I'll have to tag the very beautiful blogees in my next post due to unbeknown reasons why I can't seem to view some blogs at the moment. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6W-QfxYu4I/AAAAAAAABTI/Qp3jPqXao8o/s1600-h/u+make+my+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162741738465966978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6W-QfxYu4I/AAAAAAAABTI/Qp3jPqXao8o/s400/u%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Well...Let me go on with the post and share a few photos with you before my camera died a horrible death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;del&gt;promised&lt;/del&gt; told myself at the beginning of the year that I would learn how to cook and Monday was meant to be a day of achieving part of this resolution ... Monday had been a public holiday to rejoice Australia Day and was spent at the house of my two cousins who are left with freedom as their folks are out of town. And so that left us five girls to spend the day as we liked - relaxed, slow and relaxed and plenty of snacking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIu_xYu2I/AAAAAAAABS4/DcA1NzwZG30/s1600-h/the+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161627357661412194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIu_xYu2I/AAAAAAAABS4/DcA1NzwZG30/s400/the+sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must admit that when I made such a resolution to learn to cook, I was thinking of cooking "proper foods", not exactly the "junk/fast food" that I have been making quite recently. LOL. And so I learnt yesterday that Lebanese bread can be used in place of a dough base... in which something along the lines of Hawaiian Pizza and/or kebab wrap were made. Ahahaha!! xD And of course, being lazy as we were, there were plenty of "already-made-food-bought-from-shops" to snack on - and mmm, one of my favourites - pretzels! Yum yum yum!! And all done in front of a television the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HBqPxYuuI/AAAAAAAABR4/cKNY8G8S4IE/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161619579475639010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HBqPxYuuI/AAAAAAAABR4/cKNY8G8S4IE/s400/cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G_BvxYurI/AAAAAAAABRg/4dKvrGbK1bM/s1600-h/oven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161616684667681458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G_BvxYurI/AAAAAAAABRg/4dKvrGbK1bM/s400/oven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G_B_xYusI/AAAAAAAABRo/4b29ZFhpgts/s1600-h/double+chin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161616688962648770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G_B_xYusI/AAAAAAAABRo/4b29ZFhpgts/s400/double+chin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HBp_xYutI/AAAAAAAABRw/FM9CCkxiWG0/s1600-h/spoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161619575180671698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HBp_xYutI/AAAAAAAABRw/FM9CCkxiWG0/s400/spoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is usually the case where movies were watched at night with a bowl of popcorn in on our laps. Instead, in broad daylight, the curtains were closed and doors were shut, cushions poofed and plumped and whoa-la, a splendid cinema. =D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G7y_xYuqI/AAAAAAAABRY/2KJscDMhc9U/s1600-h/dvds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161613132729727650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6G7y_xYuqI/AAAAAAAABRY/2KJscDMhc9U/s400/dvds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIuvxYu0I/AAAAAAAABSo/DylopLpFzIg/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161627353366444866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIuvxYu0I/AAAAAAAABSo/DylopLpFzIg/s400/couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIu_xYu1I/AAAAAAAABSw/O9Vy-fbawKw/s1600-h/pretzels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161627357661412178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HIu_xYu1I/AAAAAAAABSw/O9Vy-fbawKw/s400/pretzels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and we girls found ourselves with our backs sore and really, just aching all over. Is it possible? And so a quick dip in the pool...well really, my feet dipped into the pool for ...oh gosh, I'm just horribly lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HCuPxYuvI/AAAAAAAABSA/civXExLbpDk/s1600-h/sitting+by+the+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161620747706743538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HCuPxYuvI/AAAAAAAABSA/civXExLbpDk/s400/sitting+by+the+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HCufxYuwI/AAAAAAAABSI/7mVizQ1i23Q/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161620752001710850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HCufxYuwI/AAAAAAAABSI/7mVizQ1i23Q/s400/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGk_xYuxI/AAAAAAAABSQ/hEJ8WUA7aOU/s1600-h/feet+in+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161624986839464722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGk_xYuxI/AAAAAAAABSQ/hEJ8WUA7aOU/s400/feet+in+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGlPxYuyI/AAAAAAAABSY/-NPyge5girE/s1600-h/cloud+antennae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161624991134432034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGlPxYuyI/AAAAAAAABSY/-NPyge5girE/s400/cloud+antennae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGlfxYuzI/AAAAAAAABSg/Ue8XFPu0C-Q/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161624995429399346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6HGlfxYuzI/AAAAAAAABSg/Ue8XFPu0C-Q/s400/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that was it. It was lazy day and perfectly suited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my, it has been long since I posted up an entry based on my own whimsical snapshots...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-2295913708773366056?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/2295913708773366056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=2295913708773366056&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2295913708773366056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2295913708773366056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-day.html' title='a lazy day'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R6WuFfxYu3I/AAAAAAAABTA/Sni1686eg3o/s72-c/%2327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-1182655868082204895</id><published>2008-01-20T06:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:13.384+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things chinese'/><title type='text'>Hats off to Jaycow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"A world to believe in" {eng/jap}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Celine Dion &amp;amp; Yuna Ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sitting in my room tapping away on the keyboard at 6:00am on a Sunday morning, listening to birds sqawking, singing and croaking ever so loudly. Yes, croaking like frogs. Are there such birds that make such horrible and strange sounds?? (o'.'o) LOL. Well, you'll probably be thinking that I had been woken up by the mating birds but I've been awake since 5:30am. It's &lt;strong&gt;insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it's insomnia. As I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-gone-with-dresses.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;last post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I haven't been able to sleep until 2:00am in the morning and I've been waking at around 6:00am...It's been a nightmare, especially since I've been going out and about the whole week...(-_-)" Luckily I have no eyebags. ^^ I'll give you a very useful beauty tip that you will never ever want any other girl to know - it's a secret between you and me. ^.~ A long, long time ago I had watched a &lt;strong&gt;TVB&lt;/strong&gt; chinese series (I can't remember which series it was) and somewhere in between the plotline, a female character had said that by cupping a teaspoon over your eye for 2 minutes per day will decrease your eyebags. Well, I'm gullible and I believed her character and my goodness, it works wonders. Omgosh, 5 minutes has just passed and I just saw two birds fly away from beneath my bedroom window. And the sqawking, singing and croaking has stopped. Omgosh, a thought just crept into my mind - Were they having sex outside in the garden, right beneath my window???!! (o'.'o)... Anyway...lol, back to the eye-teaspoon thing, I don't guarantee that it will work for everyone so you guys must remember to try it out and tell me whether it works for you like it works for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, in my sleepless state, I have an urge to dress &lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/strong&gt; and her &lt;strong&gt;Harajuku Girls&lt;/strong&gt; with lots and lots of different hats. I also want to dress myself in lots and lots of hats too - all designed and made by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaycow.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jaycow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who has designed hats for the the likes of many famous chinese singers such as &lt;strong&gt;Vivian Chow, Candy Lo, Eason Chan, S.H.E &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Fiona Sit.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LE2O-sxtI/AAAAAAAABQQ/eyAH_oK9L04/s1600-h/jaycow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157400959305696978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LE2O-sxtI/AAAAAAAABQQ/eyAH_oK9L04/s400/jaycow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clockwise: Fiona Sit, Candy Lo &amp;amp; Eason Chan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5K8eO-sxsI/AAAAAAAABQI/OSUAa8Q25Ww/s1600-h/jaycow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157391750895814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5K8eO-sxsI/AAAAAAAABQI/OSUAa8Q25Ww/s400/jaycow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L-R: Lillian Ho, Vivian Chow, S.H.E &amp;amp; Stefanie Sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally as a stylist, Jaycow had decided to drop everything she had in Hong Kong and to study millinery at the &lt;strong&gt;London College of Fashion&lt;/strong&gt; whilst learning from the royal milliner &lt;strong&gt;Rose Corey&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a hat lover, Jaycow has always had a thing for finding beautiful hats. From a nice fitting newsboy cap to a hand blocked fedora, she beams with joy whenever she finds a gem...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaycow's hats are not for people who have bad hair days. They are for hat lovers who have wit, humor, and a joie de vivre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLCe-sxvI/AAAAAAAABQg/NqYQHtNFFAk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157407766828861170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLCe-sxvI/AAAAAAAABQg/NqYQHtNFFAk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LMF--sx1I/AAAAAAAABRQ/zJRxanPkjX8/s1600-h/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408926470031186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LMF--sx1I/AAAAAAAABRQ/zJRxanPkjX8/s320/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxO-sxwI/AAAAAAAABQo/mbTDCK0Omrc/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408569987745538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxO-sxwI/AAAAAAAABQo/mbTDCK0Omrc/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [^v] The mannequins are a quite frightening-looking but you've got to admit that the hats are eccentric and cool! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxO-sxxI/AAAAAAAABQw/aHHcIPCov_g/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408569987745554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxO-sxxI/AAAAAAAABQw/aHHcIPCov_g/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sxyI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zSb4CDMVZ0o/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408574282712866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sxyI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zSb4CDMVZ0o/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sxzI/AAAAAAAABRA/1diAQqDWVBQ/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408574282712882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sxzI/AAAAAAAABRA/1diAQqDWVBQ/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sx0I/AAAAAAAABRI/q4p0CiKoLs8/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408574282712898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LLxe-sx0I/AAAAAAAABRI/q4p0CiKoLs8/s320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to top it off, I'm going to try to get at least an hour of sleep before I go out in the afternoon...God forbid me from tossing and turning...&gt;&lt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of Love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7446275931593484533-1182655868082204895?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/1182655868082204895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=1182655868082204895&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1182655868082204895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1182655868082204895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/hats-off-to-jaycow.html' title='Hats off to Jaycow'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R5LE2O-sxtI/AAAAAAAABQQ/eyAH_oK9L04/s72-c/jaycow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-6963491586589188475</id><published>2008-01-14T01:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:17.583+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films/dramas'/><title type='text'>(i've) gone with the dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"All that I got (The Make Up Song)" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Gone with the Wind'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the past two days. Do you remember the &lt;strong&gt;love story&lt;/strong&gt; that follows a ravishing Southern beauty who pines away for a married man, and of a roguish young ebony-haired man who is determined to capture her heart and mind ? Or perhaps the remarkable &lt;strong&gt;4 hour long epic movie&lt;/strong&gt; that has captivated the hearts of many? I remember watching it as a child and being disappointed that there were no other shows on and that there were no commercials in between the uber-long movie and hence, I had fallen asleep. But now, 12years later (I think), I am itching to watch the epic movie for I want to see the luminous &lt;strong&gt;Vivien Leigh (as Scarlett)&lt;/strong&gt; and handsome &lt;strong&gt;Clark Gable (as Rhett)&lt;/strong&gt; kiss and for Gable to say in his manly voice the very (in)famous line, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." And I want to know whether I'll sob until my heart can be no longer mended when they separate at the final end. Do I sound strange? My mother says she's seen it 15 times and everytime, she cries as though there is no tommorow. I have never spilt a tear over a movie let alone a book. Don't I sound very cold and awful? But it's true, I never have and I do want to experience it for it sounds romantic to do so! ^.~ HAHAHAHA!! What a shallow, idiotic fool I am. (o'.'o) Regardless, my days are long and I do truly wish to watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4sJ8--sxOI/AAAAAAAABMQ/-dWykCigIyM/s1600-h/gwtwposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155225141758444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4sJ8--sxOI/AAAAAAAABMQ/-dWykCigIyM/s400/gwtwposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it's 1:42am in the morning. Having tossed and turned, I think I'm having insomnia. I had decided to drink milk, thinking that it would make me more sleepy - as all movies and books tell me but what they never tell you is whether you should drink hot or cold milk. Well I've just drank cold milk which has made me more awake than ever. Shoots, should of drank warm milk instead. Am I stupid or what? Okay...I prefer that you don't answer that question, come to think of it. lol. xD And with that, I am now blogging away after finishing reading page 118 out of the 1011 pages that make up the book 'Gone with the Wind.' Not being able to withstand my curiosity for the ending, I had decided to read up on &lt;strong&gt;Wiki&lt;/strong&gt; the spoiler to the story. So in the end, the plenty of refusals I had made to prevent mum from raving on about the storyline was a waste...lol! xD Um...I like to be spoiled? (Omgosh, that was such a horrible, and utterly lame joke @_@)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well I seem to be going around in circles with my words (like I usually do)...(o'.'o)?? As I had previously mentioned, I really want to the watch this Hollywood classic for the story as well as to see the difference between the book and the movie. And of course, to see the impressive cinematic techniques amongst the wonderful scenery and the phenomenal (somewhat historically incorrect at times) costumes that will surely take my breath away and make my heart skip just as it had done when I discovered these stunningly beautiful photos on &lt;strong&gt;google images&lt;/strong&gt;. And I must warn you, these photos may lag your internet speed but it's worth the wait and look. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6RO-sxPI/AAAAAAAABMY/FX9OPC24MKw/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489372441462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6RO-sxPI/AAAAAAAABMY/FX9OPC24MKw/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-11.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] This photo is printed on the cover of my novel. It's such a wonderful backdrop don't you think? It reminds me of the house in &lt;strong&gt;'The Great Gatsby.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6Ru-sxQI/AAAAAAAABMg/KHjXvUmMjk0/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489381031396610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6Ru-sxQI/AAAAAAAABMg/KHjXvUmMjk0/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-14.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6SO-sxRI/AAAAAAAABMo/h4q-Z5lcruM/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489389621331218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6SO-sxRI/AAAAAAAABMo/h4q-Z5lcruM/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-20.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6Se-sxSI/AAAAAAAABMw/fGZYGy-2RO4/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489393916298530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6Se-sxSI/AAAAAAAABMw/fGZYGy-2RO4/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-26.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;^&lt;/strong&gt;v] Oh! This is the part where I am upto - the day of the barbeque. I'm pretty sure this is the dress that she wears. The green afternoon dress in which she wears to confess to another woman's fiance about her love to him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6TO-sxTI/AAAAAAAABM4/osnIh6C0jCM/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155489406801200434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v6TO-sxTI/AAAAAAAABM4/osnIh6C0jCM/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-37.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491880702362946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8jO-sxUI/AAAAAAAABNA/sWvy3hs6-Lk/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-52.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] I've always wanted a huge library in my own house and hopefully one day I will. Do you remember the library in the &lt;strong&gt;Disney&lt;/strong&gt; animation &lt;strong&gt;'Beauty and the Beast'&lt;/strong&gt;? Oh, wouldn't that be lovely. But of course I won't be able to afford that dream. Perhaps the one above in the photo? Oh love. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8je-sxVI/AAAAAAAABNI/NFhb5yC6ccY/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-148.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491884997330258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8je-sxVI/AAAAAAAABNI/NFhb5yC6ccY/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-148.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that Vivien Leigh's boobs are very small supposedly? I read somewhere that the directors did not notice this during the screening nor did they think about this matter until they realised that the character Scarlett should have an air of seductiveness to her and hence, the breasts that should practically pop out. As a result, they had to push Vivien's breasts in and up as much as possible with a lot of adheisve tape til the point where Vivien couldn't nearly breathe and of course, til they got the right size and shape of a "heaving cleavage." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh! I've found the article. Here it is: &lt;a href="http://blogs.britannica.com/blog/main/2007/02/drugs-chaos-and-gone-with-the-wind-book-excerpt/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;click&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's so interesting to read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8je-sxWI/AAAAAAAABNQ/JBtqD-zw0cc/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491884997330274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8je-sxWI/AAAAAAAABNQ/JBtqD-zw0cc/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-28.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8j--sxXI/AAAAAAAABNY/3IGs1mIA6K4/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491893587264882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8j--sxXI/AAAAAAAABNY/3IGs1mIA6K4/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-85.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8j--sxYI/AAAAAAAABNg/xiLpNQg-7ZU/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155491893587264898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v8j--sxYI/AAAAAAAABNg/xiLpNQg-7ZU/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-138.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v93--sxZI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZkeiU_OFjQk/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155493336696276370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v93--sxZI/AAAAAAAABNo/ZkeiU_OFjQk/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-49.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] Such a magnificient white house with superb interior designs and fittings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155493340991243682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94O-sxaI/AAAAAAAABNw/cYEPTF4IP9w/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-76.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^v] All my friends know this - if I could, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would make every man wear a suit everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Such broad shoulders and such an immaculate, admirable look. Oh! &lt;strong&gt;*faints in delight*&lt;/strong&gt; ^.~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94O-sxbI/AAAAAAAABN4/-sqJcPM94SY/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155493340991243698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94O-sxbI/AAAAAAAABN4/-sqJcPM94SY/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-199.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94e-sxcI/AAAAAAAABOA/TLBiCCI7FC8/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155493345286211010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94e-sxcI/AAAAAAAABOA/TLBiCCI7FC8/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-103.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;[^v] Aren't these two photos (above and below) just haunting? Why, by the looks of these two , I could believe that it was a frightening, scary movie. The breadth and scope of this movie amazes me so and I've still yet to watch it!! LOL. I must find the dvd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94e-sxdI/AAAAAAAABOI/Q3N0KJPVsek/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155493345286211026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v94e-sxdI/AAAAAAAABOI/Q3N0KJPVsek/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-106.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_m--sxeI/AAAAAAAABOQ/EyW1d6qN85c/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495243661755874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_m--sxeI/AAAAAAAABOQ/EyW1d6qN85c/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-161.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^v] The most famous dress out of the movie and I must agree. Isn't Vivien stunning? The epitome of attractiveness, splendor, elegance and glamour. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_m--sxfI/AAAAAAAABOY/3ElHrxIxMPA/s1600-h/reddress5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495243661755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_m--sxfI/AAAAAAAABOY/3ElHrxIxMPA/s400/reddress5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nO-sxgI/AAAAAAAABOg/u8BKglobBCY/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495247956723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nO-sxgI/AAAAAAAABOg/u8BKglobBCY/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-179.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nO-sxhI/AAAAAAAABOo/bZ3Gnl9Memo/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495247956723218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nO-sxhI/AAAAAAAABOo/bZ3Gnl9Memo/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-188.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[^] I absolutely love what Clark Gable is wearing here. &lt;strong&gt;*slaps forehead and smiles ever so pervertedly*&lt;/strong&gt; ^.~ He's so handsome here!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nu-sxiI/AAAAAAAABOw/4y57npuQ-4o/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-191.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495256546657826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4v_nu-sxiI/AAAAAAAABOw/4y57npuQ-4o/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-191.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFXu-sxjI/AAAAAAAABO4/RvxemETax9M/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155501578738517554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFXu-sxjI/AAAAAAAABO4/RvxemETax9M/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-94.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFX--sxlI/AAAAAAAABPI/SICtYpmSLVM/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155501583033484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFX--sxlI/AAAAAAAABPI/SICtYpmSLVM/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-67.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^] So picturesque, no? Looking at this, did you know that there were 5500 costumes made just for this film?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFYO-sxmI/AAAAAAAABPQ/3xF1R2tm2LY/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155501587328452194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFYO-sxmI/AAAAAAAABPQ/3xF1R2tm2LY/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-114.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFYe-sxnI/AAAAAAAABPY/ta1WjG9fkK0/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155501591623419506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wFYe-sxnI/AAAAAAAABPY/ta1WjG9fkK0/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-109.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[^v] These two pictures are one of my favourites. They're absolutely gorgeous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wGMe-sxoI/AAAAAAAABPg/TnzEODG6yGc/s1600-h/Gone-With-the-Wind-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502484976617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4wGMe-sxoI/AAAAAAAABPg/TnzEODG6yGc/s400/Gone-With-the-Wind-16.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And with that, I'm going to dream about floating and twirling in an array of dazzling puffy dresses whilst wishing I had a 17-19 inch waist like that of Vivien Leigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-6963491586589188475?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/6963491586589188475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=6963491586589188475&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6963491586589188475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6963491586589188475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-gone-with-dresses.html' title='(i&apos;ve) gone with the dresses'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4sJ8--sxOI/AAAAAAAABMQ/-dWykCigIyM/s72-c/gwtwposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-8866821166109307092</id><published>2008-01-10T19:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:20.306+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things jap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fashion'/><title type='text'>a walk on harajuku bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Sorry" {cpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Khalil Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst youtubing on fashion in Japan, I came upon a video about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;gothic lolitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a fascinating man named &lt;strong&gt;Mana&lt;/strong&gt; who exemplifies the trend. I've always been intrigued by the way men and women, girls and boys would present themselves via &lt;strong&gt;visual kei, cosplay or lolitas&lt;/strong&gt;. And gothic lolitas&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- the constant juxtaposition of black and white; the pretty bows, ribbons and lace; the dark make-up; the tailoring and the stream-lining of the costumes, the headdresses, parasols and handbags that may sometimes &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4V7Iu-swzI/AAAAAAAABI4/SiC4u0X2Zi4/s1600-h/1131150673_nab68d710b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adorn the look; the hairstyles (or wigs) and oh, the blending of the present trends with influences from different periods of European history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for a simple 411 on lolitas (and &lt;strong&gt;Nana Kitade&lt;/strong&gt; is so cute! ^^ and so is the host =P):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daUWU2C9yFo&amp;amp;rel=" width="345" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to use the word 'gawking' but I must because I absolutely love gawking at the gothic lolitas. And Mana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had no idea who Mana was until yesterday and thought he was a freak when he didn't speak in his interviews and whispered the answers to someone who would do the talking (don't hate me Mana fans). But now, I'm intrigued and I bet you'll be too. According to wiki, Mana is a famous jrock musician who blends clasical music with heavy metal, gothic rock, industrial music and unlikely elements such as french pop music. (o'.'o) And the most intriguing thing about him is that he has rarely intentionaly smiled or spoken in public. "In his filmed interviews, he whispers into the ear of a band member or confidante, who then relates his words back to the interview. he has also been known to simply look at the camera as subtitles appear as well as using yes/no cards. According to him, this is because he considers &lt;strong&gt;his music to be his voice&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7u-sw9I/AAAAAAAABKI/3i4-Yi6vK38/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742978609365970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7u-sw9I/AAAAAAAABKI/3i4-Yi6vK38/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mana above and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7--sw-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/AZ4M9XliGZg/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742982904333282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7--sw-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/AZ4M9XliGZg/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more mana here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7--sw_I/AAAAAAAABKY/VecIkGZyoso/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742982904333298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7--sw_I/AAAAAAAABKY/VecIkGZyoso/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF8O-sxAI/AAAAAAAABKg/_2WUwWSFA98/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742987199300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF8O-sxAI/AAAAAAAABKg/_2WUwWSFA98/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yes, Mana's a male. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes, trust me, google him up and you'll find so many fascinating photos of him all dressed up in different outfits and in so many different hairstyles of all different shades. And oh, plenty of different shades of lipsticks. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I personally don't like his genre of music (and don't think I will ever) but I do like looking at his outfits and fashion designs although it's not my personal style either but heck, it's fascinating. Other than being a singer, Mana is also a famous fashion designer as well as being the figurehead of the Gothic Lolita fashion movement in which he helped popularise it. He created two popular lines of clothing called &lt;strong&gt;'Elegant Gothic Lolita'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;'Elegant Gothic Aristocrat'&lt;/strong&gt; under his label&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cdjapan.co.jp/jpop/essentials/mmm/index.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moi-même-Moitié&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (as worn by Mana in the photos above) which has become the epicentre of Japan's gothic lolita fashion scene. The style of Elegant Gothic Aristocrat centers on the concept of androgyny and often has identical outfits for both men and women. The main image is founded on elegance and simplicity. Elegant Gothic Lolita differs from EGA in that it's strictly dresses, combining Goth fashion with Lolita fashion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And perhaps, maybe one day on a Sunday afternoon, I'll walk down &lt;strong&gt;Harajuku Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; in something designed by Mana such as this...or maybe this...and that as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMzu-sxBI/AAAAAAAABKo/U9CxKDmCXNc/s1600-h/EGA-74372BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750537751806994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMzu-sxBI/AAAAAAAABKo/U9CxKDmCXNc/s400/EGA-74372BK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxCI/AAAAAAAABKw/aYJyWLeb0a0/s1600-h/EGL-79880BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750542046774306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxCI/AAAAAAAABKw/aYJyWLeb0a0/s400/EGL-79880BK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQze-sxNI/AAAAAAAABMI/XYES2HZZ8r4/s1600-h/EGH-79946IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153754931503350994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQze-sxNI/AAAAAAAABMI/XYES2HZZ8r4/s400/EGH-79946IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^ that's a headdress by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxDI/AAAAAAAABK4/Ayl6X_T7T5A/s1600-h/EGL-77857BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750542046774322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxDI/AAAAAAAABK4/Ayl6X_T7T5A/s400/EGL-77857BK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxEI/AAAAAAAABLA/yUsvSndjniI/s1600-h/EGL-79877OBK2_ADD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750542046774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XMz--sxEI/AAAAAAAABLA/yUsvSndjniI/s400/EGL-79877OBK2_ADD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XM0O-sxFI/AAAAAAAABLI/vyTY0xkILeA/s1600-h/EGL-79866BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153750546341741650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XM0O-sxFI/AAAAAAAABLI/vyTY0xkILeA/s400/EGL-79866BK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPh--sxGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4Uo4vcsmwJw/s1600-h/EGL-77842BL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153753531344012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPh--sxGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4Uo4vcsmwJw/s400/EGL-77842BL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPiO-sxII/AAAAAAAABLg/itng2BqtSVo/s1600-h/EGL-77839BKV2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153753535638979714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPiO-sxII/AAAAAAAABLg/itng2BqtSVo/s400/EGL-77839BKV2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPiO-sxJI/AAAAAAAABLo/OshI4Sd5ELY/s1600-h/EGM-79941BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153753535638979730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPiO-sxJI/AAAAAAAABLo/OshI4Sd5ELY/s400/EGM-79941BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^ I would so love this purse. I would probably use this with everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPie-sxKI/AAAAAAAABLw/kVmq2RCqB34/s1600-h/EGL-79889IVW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153753539933947042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPie-sxKI/AAAAAAAABLw/kVmq2RCqB34/s400/EGL-79889IVW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153753535638979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XPiO-sxHI/AAAAAAAABLY/hDXbZRU3YsU/s400/EGL-79865OBK3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQB--sxLI/AAAAAAAABL4/OiIG6VTJN7s/s1600-h/EGM-79947BKV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153754081099826354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQB--sxLI/AAAAAAAABL4/OiIG6VTJN7s/s400/EGM-79947BKV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQB--sxMI/AAAAAAAABMA/KCTJ2D9BUBs/s1600-h/EGL-79871BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153754081099826370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XQB--sxMI/AAAAAAAABMA/KCTJ2D9BUBs/s400/EGL-79871BK2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...And I think I will . ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-8866821166109307092?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/8866821166109307092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=8866821166109307092&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8866821166109307092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8866821166109307092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/walk-on-harajuku-bridge.html' title='a walk on harajuku bridge'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R4XF7u-sw9I/AAAAAAAABKI/3i4-Yi6vK38/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-4282202890459962868</id><published>2008-01-04T01:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:22.762+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>the nerd and her Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"So Close" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33Cdu-swlI/AAAAAAAABHM/rimRaq5M1xY/s1600-h/#26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151487364864721490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33Cdu-swlI/AAAAAAAABHM/rimRaq5M1xY/s400/%2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I'm a nerd but believe me, being a &lt;strong&gt;nerd&lt;/strong&gt; in a museum is amazingly fun and never ending fascinating. I have come back home not smarter and with no deeper knowledge (I'm afraid) as I have a very fague memory of the millions of facts/info that was bombarded into me today. Oh wait, there is one priceless information I had encountered today (or should I say yesterday since it's 1:50am at the moment?). And yes, this piece of information is totally relevant!! The &lt;strong&gt;Australian Museum&lt;/strong&gt; says I'm &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;160cm tall&lt;/span&gt;!! YES! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;160cm TALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! (I'm still yet to confirm this with my own metre ruler but I don't want to get my bubble bursted). But damn it, 160cm tall!! I'ts not what you call tall but damn it, I'm pleased. Very pleased. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33fSO-swpI/AAAAAAAABHo/4loCXnKkQgU/s1600-h/[030108]+museum+station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519053133431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33fSO-swpI/AAAAAAAABHo/4loCXnKkQgU/s400/%5B030108%5D+museum+station.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33fSe-swqI/AAAAAAAABHw/BW2ETis45fQ/s1600-h/[030108]+museum+station2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519057428398754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33fSe-swqI/AAAAAAAABHw/BW2ETis45fQ/s400/%5B030108%5D+museum+station2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33y5u-swxI/AAAAAAAABIo/DQQzGIJrN8w/s1600-h/[030108]+australian+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151540622459192082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="396" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33y5u-swxI/AAAAAAAABIo/DQQzGIJrN8w/s400/%5B030108%5D+australian+museum.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the day in the museum, I am satisfied and now yearn to explore the world filled with its secrets and specialties. But then again, having been terrified of a stuffed (and somewhat petrified looking) kangaroo, huge alive stick insects jumping around in a glasshouse and discovering huge dead insects inside glass displays - I wonder whether I am able to travel the world without experiencing a heart attack or two. &gt;&lt;" Afterall, I jump on the couch breaking its springs simultaneously when I catch a fleeting glimpse of a skittering beetle across the tile floors of my house and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my heart screams, flutters, thumps and then dies upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the sight of a tiny moth blindly kissing the lampshade in the lounge. I kid you not. So imagine what I would do if I sighted this 10cm-wide moth that exists somewhere in&lt;strong&gt; NSW&lt;/strong&gt; - a somewhere I hope never to be situated in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7O-swrI/AAAAAAAABH4/5d8FAWrPQng/s1600-h/[030108]+MOTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520857019695794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7O-swrI/AAAAAAAABH4/5d8FAWrPQng/s400/%5B030108%5D+MOTH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The expression goes: &lt;em&gt;"Crikey! Take a look at that!"&lt;/em&gt; Crikey for sure. Indeed, I am feeling very grateful for not advancing into an undergraduate medicine course for I think I would faint on the first day of my lecture - &lt;strong&gt;Biology/Living Systems&lt;/strong&gt; as a unit of study last year has not helped cure my fear of insects. lol. There are so many insects in this world and I wonder why &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; would create such horrible looking creatures. But God must have his reasons. =] Nevertheless, insects do chill me. &gt;&lt;" If only all the dead falcons in the museum would gobble all the insects up but then again, with no isnects to feed on, they would feed on us human beings which I bet would taste much nicer than stick-thin looking insects... lol. Meanwhile, Mum insisted upon taking these pictures of these humongous "gorgeous looking" butterflies. I'm not so sure about "gorgeous" but "humongous" yes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7e-swsI/AAAAAAAABIA/wQyM3EwczyM/s1600-h/[030108]+butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520861314663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7e-swsI/AAAAAAAABIA/wQyM3EwczyM/s400/%5B030108%5D+butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And trust me, this butterfly (which exists somewhere in &lt;strong&gt;Mexico&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Northern America&lt;/strong&gt;) is larger than the palm of my hand!! Oh how I hate butterflies. And moths. And all insects that exist on earth. lol. =p My mum felt so happy seeing these creatures with fragile wings as she says it brings back memories of how she as a child used to capture lovely looking butterflies and dangle them on a thread of string to play with. Mum!!? lol. Talk about being bored and insect cruelty. But then look at us today holding a murderous bottle of insect spray when we lay eyes on any crawling/flying creature that is prohibited from entering the house... (o'.'o) I think I have been really bad to the environment . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excited me and made me squeal were the minerals' display. Why? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Every fleck of crystal/mineral such as &lt;strong&gt;Vanadinite On Dolomite,Elbaite Tourmaline&lt;/strong&gt; etc etc (hahaha ^^ I guess I had learnt a few things) that I had seen reminded me of the famous crystal cave hideout and &lt;strong&gt;Krypton&lt;/strong&gt;. These thoughts of Superman were further embossed into my mind by sighting many people wearing the symbolic block '&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;' printed on their chest (t-shirts) and by a little boy beside me who screamed Superman when he saw this "krypton" (in reality - &lt;strong&gt;Hematite&lt;/strong&gt;) and started to flap his arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7u-swtI/AAAAAAAABII/5nQH4kRlkjc/s1600-h/[030108]+krypton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520865609630418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7u-swtI/AAAAAAAABII/5nQH4kRlkjc/s400/%5B030108%5D+krypton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little boy was so adorable. It was lovely to see a boy loving to learn and of course, being excited as me. Do I sound very childish? I think I am... (o'.'o) I had been brainwashed by Superman as a child when I had fallen in love with the late &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Reeves&lt;/strong&gt; and soon afterwards, brainwashed by the likes of &lt;strong&gt;Dean Cain&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tom Welling&lt;/strong&gt; with their perfect worked-out body. kekeke. ^.~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed, &lt;strong&gt;I am a nerd who loves Superman&lt;/strong&gt; and wishes for Superman to save me from the ugly world of insects. lol. xD *dreams* That would be awesome. My sister decided &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Superman could buy her all the diamonds, saphires and rubies like that of the collection displayed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7--swuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2ojmNTYjKBI/s1600-h/[030108]+diamonds+galore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520869904597730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33g7--swuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/2ojmNTYjKBI/s400/%5B030108%5D+diamonds+galore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm afraid my sister has to keep on dreaming...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Superman has x-ray vision (and gorgeous eyes ^^) and so do I! It was off to the skeleton display. I had decided to take a photo of a skeleton dispalyed in a very macabre and theatrical manner but I was told by mum that by taking a photo of a once-living soul, the skeleton's ghost would come alive and haunt the living daylights out of me. I'm very superstitious - I'm not sure whether it's a bad thing or not. So I had quickly deleted the photo hoping that by doing so, the soul of the skeleton would be deleted from the mysterious workings of my camera (and my life...). Little did it help by finding out that the skeleton remains were replicas made by plaster casting as displaying human skeletons in such a manner is banned. It seems that I have forgotten everything that I had studied in &lt;strong&gt;Ancient History&lt;/strong&gt; back in high school...&gt;&lt;" Regardless, I didn't want to risk taking another photograph because I knew deep down inside, my Superman would not be able to save me from the ghosts and sucking demons from my life if such a nightmare could occur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I wonder, would posting up a photo that I found on the net be okay?? Afterall, someone else took the photo =p ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33ygO-swwI/AAAAAAAABIg/_0Hqy7RQiQE/s1600-h/[030108]+scary+skeleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151540184372527874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33ygO-swwI/AAAAAAAABIg/_0Hqy7RQiQE/s400/%5B030108%5D+scary+skeleton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [edit at 7:30pm]: Oh no! I finally decided to measure myself just now. Bursted bubble. I'm drowning in my sorrow. I'm aching with ceaseless longing for a growth spurt!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still 156cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-4282202890459962868?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/4282202890459962868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=4282202890459962868&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4282202890459962868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4282202890459962868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2008/01/nerd-and-her-superman.html' title='the nerd and her Superman'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R33Cdu-swlI/AAAAAAAABHM/rimRaq5M1xY/s72-c/%2326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-3509463128345205233</id><published>2007-12-30T23:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:24.903+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>frivolous housewife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Bleeding Love" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, I just realised it's been six days since I've posted. Hahaha, how time goes by so quickly and can you believe it - Christmas has passed and a new year awaits!!! =D I'm so excited and I do hope that the new year will bring lots of joy to everyone! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to thank everyone for their support and love to this blog this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you!! ^^ And hopefully there will be more suprises and whimsical delights to share in this blog. Meanwhile, I have so many &lt;strong&gt;new year resolutions&lt;/strong&gt; that I would like to make...and keep ^.~ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be organised&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be time-disciplined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to exercise ... (at least once a week)...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to lose weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earn and save lots of money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to spend more time with family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn how to cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last resolution had been a resolution for 2007 but lol, well...things don't always go to plan and for some reason, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hasn't really ever appealed to me. I think it's because I'm lazy. I would gladly eat for you but cooking??....(o'.'o) Hahaha!! During September til October, I had been the one in charge of cooking as my mum and dad had gone to Shanghai for their &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/08/number-twenty.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;20th anniversary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My gosh, my middle sister complained and complained about how I sucked at cooking. The first time I had forgotten to put salt in one of the dishes, I burnt something in the oven - I think it was beef? And oh, that's right, there was the time when I burnt rice too - in a rice cooker. No I'm not exaggerating - I just happened to have added too little water... lol. So, in the end, even though my sister had her exams, she cooked and I just waited for the food to come out. Til this day, my sister won't let me forget about my awful cooking skills and my mum continuously nags me about learning how to cook and how I won't be able to cook for my future husband and what will I do and etc etc etc. The nagging goes on. lol.Oh dear me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I have finally learnt how to cook...(o'.'o) Well, for starters, I've just learnt how to make &lt;strong&gt;mango cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mango pudding&lt;/strong&gt; all thanks to my friend &lt;strong&gt;Florence&lt;/strong&gt; who came to my place on Thursday. She knows how much I adore mangoes (and who doesn't? =p) and since it's mango season - well...MMMM!!! =D I'll start with desserts before I go to the main course? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a simple reciple for Mango Pudding and trust me, it only takes 10 minutes at the most!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 packets of jelly powder (mango flavoured)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 -3 large mangoes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 can of evaporated milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;500mL hot water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;250mL cold water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon of gelatine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Method:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 2 packets of jely powder and 500mL of hot water into a bowl. Stir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 250mL of cold water into the bowl and then stir again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 1 can of evaporated milk into the bowl. Stir the mixture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrape 2-3 mangoes into the bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir the mixture until even&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 1 teaspoon of gelatine into the bowl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir mixture until smooth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eQYO-swjI/AAAAAAAABG8/L_X5hLu9Dwc/s1600-h/mixing+and+stirring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149743444933788210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eQYO-swjI/AAAAAAAABG8/L_X5hLu9Dwc/s400/mixing+and+stirring.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour mixture into small bowls/cups &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place in fridge until it sets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ta-da!! Mango Pudding!! That's all it takes. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eQYO-swkI/AAAAAAAABHE/Erb7t9t3fgA/s1600-h/mango+pudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149743444933788226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eQYO-swkI/AAAAAAAABHE/Erb7t9t3fgA/s400/mango+pudding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the reason why I don't like cooking/baking very much is the mess it creates and the cleaning up afterwards. Urk. But one thing that I love about cooking is the smell of food, the anticipation and on a frivolous note: aprons. Love cute little aprons and I think I ought to go buy some aprons that will motivate me to cook. xD And guess what, I found an awesome site: &lt;a href="http://www.jessiesteele.com/catalog.php"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jessie Steele&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that has these great and gorgeous aprons that will put you into cooking/baking mode! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bib Ava Pink Paris Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJK--swZI/AAAAAAAABFs/VYl1EV9icI0/s1600-h/bib+ava+pink+paris+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149735520719126930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJK--swZI/AAAAAAAABFs/VYl1EV9icI0/s400/bib+ava+pink+paris+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look! Matching pot mitts!! Reminds me of strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLO-swaI/AAAAAAAABF0/-qE5ljUK1Ts/s1600-h/pink+paris+pot+mitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149735525014094242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLO-swaI/AAAAAAAABF0/-qE5ljUK1Ts/s400/pink+paris+pot+mitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bib Ava 50s Kitchen Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLO-swbI/AAAAAAAABF8/ky6UFtn6nUc/s1600-h/bib+ava+50s+kitchen+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149735525014094258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLO-swbI/AAAAAAAABF8/ky6UFtn6nUc/s400/bib+ava+50s+kitchen+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bib Josephine Traditional Snowflake Apron which looks just like a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLe-swcI/AAAAAAAABGE/IYKVJlsGvJc/s1600-h/bib+josephine+traditional+snowflake+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149735529309061570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLe-swcI/AAAAAAAABGE/IYKVJlsGvJc/s400/bib+josephine+traditional+snowflake+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half Ava Table Rose Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLe-swdI/AAAAAAAABGM/S_qEaXoDeck/s1600-h/half+ava+table+rose+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149735529309061586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eJLe-swdI/AAAAAAAABGM/S_qEaXoDeck/s400/half+ava+table+rose+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bib Chef's Onyx Apron: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKAu-sweI/AAAAAAAABGU/YxunGQodf-I/s1600-h/bib+chef"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736444137095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKAu-sweI/AAAAAAAABGU/YxunGQodf-I/s400/bib+chef%27s+onyx+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKAu-swfI/AAAAAAAABGc/qoc1WklMsxs/s1600-h/onyx+oven+mitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736444137095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKAu-swfI/AAAAAAAABGc/qoc1WklMsxs/s400/onyx+oven+mitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children's Bib Ava Hearts Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swgI/AAAAAAAABGk/4jC8GAKrD5g/s1600-h/bib+ava+hearts+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736448432062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swgI/AAAAAAAABGk/4jC8GAKrD5g/s400/bib+ava+hearts+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half Ava Retro Cherries Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swhI/AAAAAAAABGs/5v4o9TjePtw/s1600-h/116-JS-20-Retro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736448432062994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swhI/AAAAAAAABGs/5v4o9TjePtw/s400/116-JS-20-Retro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bib Ava Peony Stripe Apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swiI/AAAAAAAABG0/IObnal9qp5E/s1600-h/bib+ava+peony+stripe+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149736448432063010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eKA--swiI/AAAAAAAABG0/IObnal9qp5E/s400/bib+ava+peony+stripe+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...anyone up for cooking? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And with 8 more minutes until NYE, I want to wish &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everyone a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lots of love, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7446275931593484533-3509463128345205233?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3509463128345205233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3509463128345205233&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3509463128345205233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3509463128345205233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/frivolous-housewife.html' title='frivolous housewife'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R3eQYO-swjI/AAAAAAAABG8/L_X5hLu9Dwc/s72-c/mixing+and+stirring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-733055637637814547</id><published>2007-12-23T18:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:26.519+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fashion'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Have yourself a Merry little Christmas" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Toni Braxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My gosh, have I been busy preparing for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since November and my gosh, am I very, very broke. lol! Nevermind, it's the time of giving. ^^ I've been so busy that I haven't been able to take many photos which is a shame because this festive season should be captured as much as possible. lol. Today was one of those last-minute rushes to the shopping centre where I took my 8 year old sister to see &lt;strong&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/strong&gt;, visit his &lt;strong&gt;magic cave &lt;/strong&gt;(I swear by &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jones, Level 5&lt;/strong&gt; - perfect for little children and ME!!), have her face painted by the&lt;strong&gt; elves&lt;/strong&gt; and of course, the rushing to and fro of wondering which present is suitable for which person and then buying it. Hahahah!! But oh, I love shopping and I love seeing all the christmas decorations adorning every nook and corner. The christmas spirit is so lovely and wonderful. What would be even more wonderful is if I could experience a &lt;strong&gt;White Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, if only it would snow in Sydney, Australia. That would be one of my Christmas wishes come true - do you hear me Santa?? (o'.'o). I can just imagine myself draped in a huge, warm and woolly scarf and wind breaker, boots and beanies as I trudge along the snow trying to keep myself warm. Oh - how delightful it would be. Mmmm...a white Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I don't think that wish is going to be coming anytime soon. So instead, I'm going to bop to cheerful christmas songs that makes me happy, happy, happy! ^^ And I'm going to write a letter to Santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To the northpole:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;Santa&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Do you read emails and blogs? Oh I do hope so. I've been a very good girl this year, I truly have. ^^ All I want for Christmas this year are shoes...and oh, a few dresses... Do you think you can make my christmas wishes come true? (o'.'o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;L-R:&lt;strong&gt; Carmen Ho&lt;/strong&gt; Letitia Open Toe Satin Pumps, &lt;strong&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs&lt;/strong&gt; Patent Pumps, &lt;strong&gt;Jill Stuart &lt;/strong&gt;Claire Pumps and &lt;strong&gt;Loeffler Randall&lt;/strong&gt; Isadora Suede Platform Pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29Qeu-swUI/AAAAAAAABFE/mJlJREJUhO4/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147421388045074754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29Qeu-swUI/AAAAAAAABFE/mJlJREJUhO4/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pollini&lt;/strong&gt; Studio Pollini Suede Peep Toe Pumps,&lt;strong&gt; Joie&lt;/strong&gt; Veronica Vintage Leather Mary Jane Pumps, &lt;strong&gt;Jean-Michel Cazabat&lt;/strong&gt; Vita Cutout Pumps and &lt;strong&gt;Loeffler Randall&lt;/strong&gt; Coy Seude Twist Pumps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29Qe--swVI/AAAAAAAABFM/mVf7uAj33DQ/s1600-h/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147421392340042066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29Qe--swVI/AAAAAAAABFM/mVf7uAj33DQ/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Tory Burch&lt;/strong&gt; Nappa Leather Reva Ballet Flats, &lt;strong&gt;Maloles &lt;/strong&gt;Zoe Metallic Bow Ballet Flats, &lt;strong&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/strong&gt; Cobble Buckle Ballet Flats and &lt;strong&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/strong&gt; Elle Patent Sling Back Flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147440612318691682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29h9u-swWI/AAAAAAAABFU/-cUU4WDiFCE/s400/Untitled-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Diane von Furstenberg&lt;/strong&gt; Pilar Dress, &lt;strong&gt;L.A.M.B&lt;/strong&gt; Dolly Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29JXO-swSI/AAAAAAAABE0/TTb3b-nQyxk/s1600-h/Untitled-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147413562614661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="390" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29JXO-swSI/AAAAAAAABE0/TTb3b-nQyxk/s400/Untitled-9.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen Zambos Vintage Couture&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeveless Pocket Dress plus a &lt;strong&gt;Sass &amp;amp; Bide&lt;/strong&gt; Always Faith in Love Butterfly Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29JXe-swTI/AAAAAAAABE8/0AUzst0Mx1Y/s1600-h/Untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147413566909628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="381" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29JXe-swTI/AAAAAAAABE8/0AUzst0Mx1Y/s400/Untitled-8.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm..more shoes please, oh please?? &lt;strong&gt;Loeffler Randall&lt;/strong&gt; Peaches Patent Tap Shoe Flats, &lt;strong&gt;Joie &lt;/strong&gt;Katey Patent Woven Flats, &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte Ronson&lt;/strong&gt; Grieta Ballet Flats and &lt;strong&gt;Ash&lt;/strong&gt; Isa Suede Ballet Flats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29kTu-swXI/AAAAAAAABFc/inr1TPHprK0/s1600-h/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147443189299069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29kTu-swXI/AAAAAAAABFc/inr1TPHprK0/s400/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And just in case you make my white Christmas come true, may I also have a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Frye &lt;/strong&gt;White Veronica Slouch Boots, um...a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Coclico&lt;/strong&gt; West Wedge Boots, &lt;strong&gt;Erotokritos&lt;/strong&gt; Morfou Suede CapToe Boots and &lt;strong&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/strong&gt; York Cuff Ankle Booties ^.~ : &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29nuO-swYI/AAAAAAAABFk/9i3HMrLeo-g/s1600-h/Untitled-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147446943100486018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29nuO-swYI/AAAAAAAABFk/9i3HMrLeo-g/s400/Untitled-12.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and last of all, another Christmas wish I hope you - Santa - can make come true is for everyone to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, Sabrina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: My youngest sister insists on you having hot chocolate and a packet of lemon biscuits in the finest cutlery - the plastic tea set that you gave her last year for Christmas. She says that she hopes you can make her christmas wish/s come true too and insisted on me writing it down in this letter in case you accidentally forgot about her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S: She says she will sleep by the fireplace to wait for you at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.P.S: Merry Christmas!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY HOLIDAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; TO ALL OF YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-733055637637814547?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/733055637637814547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=733055637637814547&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/733055637637814547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/733055637637814547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R29Qeu-swUI/AAAAAAAABFE/mJlJREJUhO4/s72-c/Untitled-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5892494025953439984</id><published>2007-12-20T17:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:28.302+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things jap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside the room'/><title type='text'>the joy of the paper cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Summer Time Love" {jpop}&lt;br /&gt;Exile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HSC (High School Certificate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had came in yesterday for all the year 12 students. I completely forgot about it whilst I was deeply absorbed/concerned with my own wishes, woos and woes this year- ah yes, I had been completely ignorant of the world around me. =p Is it too late to say good luck to all those &lt;strong&gt;year 12 students&lt;/strong&gt; out there in &lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt;? No, I don't think so. I cannot believe that it has been exactly one year since the HSC for me. What a scary and terrifying experience it was - with all the pressure from parents, teachers, friends and other family members. Every student believes that the HSC determines their future forever and I still think it does to a certain extent. And I know that the year 12 students (or should I say ex-year 12 students?) are all cheering for joy that finally and officially the HSC is over and now all they wish to receive is a form of acceptance from one university or another - waiting for the news on which course they had made it into and then decide whether they want to go onto uni straight away or perhaps, have a year off to experience other wonderful things. For those who didn't do quite as well as they expected, trust me, it's not the end of the world. There are many other methods to get into the course that you want and you'll just never know what wonders are waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on it, I remember feeling so lost as I finally realised that I had step into an unknown world but most scariest part of it was that I figured out that I had to be mostly &lt;strong&gt;independent&lt;/strong&gt;... But that's part of the process of growing up right?? ^-^ lol. Oh , wouldn't I love to be in &lt;strong&gt;Neverland&lt;/strong&gt; right now - just for a little awhile. Hahaha!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best wishes to the students who will be starting a new chapter in their life and good luck to those who will be doing their HSC next year! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (but make sure to relax every now and then otherwise you'll just go mental).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about studying, it may sound strange but one thing that keeps me sane and encourages me to study/work is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stationery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Pretty, lovely stationery with different designs, patterns and feel. lol - I'm a visual person and I love feeling motivated to study/work when I see a pretty cover on one of my note books, organiser, and etc, etc, etc. lol - sounds superficial ayes? =p And of course, stationery keeps me organised - in a way...lol. And one brand of stationery that &lt;strong&gt;I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO GET MY HANDS ON is &lt;a href="http://www.d-bros.jp/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;D-BROS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And oh! Since it's &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;, *hint hint* lol!! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-BROS is a Japanese company that focuses on innovative graphic design for a wide range of items such as interior decorations and of course, stationery. D-BROS's products are whimsical, visually playful and just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved writing letters and receiving letters. People ask me why don't I just use email - afterall, it's quicker and easier and did I mention free? lol. But I'm an old romantic and I love using different designs, seeing someone's handwriting on a piece of paper, anticipating a letter in the postbox, reading it wherever you can and whenever you want after receiving it - it's just different, don't you think? And so, I want these "Hotel Butterfly" writing pads in my letter set collection. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nvxu-swII/AAAAAAAABDk/qr9y1ESdzS0/s1600-h/hotel+buterfly+note+pads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145907686951141506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nvxu-swII/AAAAAAAABDk/qr9y1ESdzS0/s400/hotel+buterfly+note+pads.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, everybody needs a 2008 Organiser and what's a better organiser than the one adorned with colourful ribbons below? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2niu--swGI/AAAAAAAABDU/ViDWD8xu7sA/s1600-h/2008+RIBBON+ORGANISER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145893346055340130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2niu--swGI/AAAAAAAABDU/ViDWD8xu7sA/s400/2008+RIBBON+ORGANISER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or perhaps a 2008 Calendar will suit your home perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nabu-swDI/AAAAAAAABC8/4065dntmq6g/s1600-h/2008+PICNIC+CALENDAR.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145884219249836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nabu-swDI/AAAAAAAABC8/4065dntmq6g/s400/2008+PICNIC+CALENDAR.bmp" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And omgosh, check out these "see-through" envelopes. Wouldn't I love to receive a christmas card/letter in one of these envelopes :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145884223544803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nab--swEI/AAAAAAAABDE/npolsa5I-h8/s400/see+through+envelopes.bmp" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you pull out the envelop out, check out what the picture on the left hand bottom corner turns into??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nacO-swFI/AAAAAAAABDM/5LdGu4xjn1Q/s1600-h/see+through+envelopes+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145884227839770706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nacO-swFI/AAAAAAAABDM/5LdGu4xjn1Q/s400/see+through+envelopes+2.bmp" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would keep to all things stationery in this post until I discovered this particular product. It's amazing. Tell me, what's better than a fragile vase that consumes a lot of storage space? A plastic vase that can be flattened when you don't want to use it and that comes in all different designs. As you can see, all you have to do is just place water inside and then add a few flowers inside. For me, I need to be situated in a great working environment to feel motivated and this object would definitely add a bit of fragrance to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2n0EO-swKI/AAAAAAAABD0/6VpZ0w6Kpuc/s1600-h/plastic+vases.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145912402825232546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="386" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2n0EO-swKI/AAAAAAAABD0/6VpZ0w6Kpuc/s400/plastic+vases.bmp" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, so a shoe/coat hanger isn't exactly a form of stationery but you would hit me if I didn't post this in my blog. It's so lovely and sweet and pink polk-a-dots are just addictive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2niu--swHI/AAAAAAAABDc/u16NXIobRfY/s1600-h/hanger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145893346055340146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2niu--swHI/AAAAAAAABDc/u16NXIobRfY/s400/hanger.bmp" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those who have read my blog from beginning to end would have realised by now that I absolutely adore food and so, how can I resist these? These greeting cards that look like biscuits. Aaagh!! If someone had sent this to me in the envelope, I would of just quickly eaten the card without realising it that it was a fake biscuit - that is until I tasted the woody-ness... Aren't they so scrumptious for your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nvx--swJI/AAAAAAAABDs/zVoLdWRpizM/s1600-h/biscuit+block+card.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145907691246108818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nvx--swJI/AAAAAAAABDs/zVoLdWRpizM/s400/biscuit+block+card.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while we're on the subject of eating - 'From your mind' notebooks would make me go insane because I know I would continously think that a real fork is attached to the side of the notebook and I would repeatedly try to grab the fork and plunge it into the piece of cake on the cover of the notebook. Whoever thought of this idea is so damn cool. The print on the side of the cover does look like real 3D fork, ayes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2n6RO-swLI/AAAAAAAABD8/IK9ujHPiUEg/s1600-h/cake+notebook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145919223233298610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="402" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2n6RO-swLI/AAAAAAAABD8/IK9ujHPiUEg/s400/cake+notebook.bmp" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928384398541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2oCme-swNI/AAAAAAAABEM/Ew7ShQ9-7FM/s400/full_em_dbros%2520mind%2520book%2520(2).jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There are always so many readings to do that I never ever seem to finish. Bookmarks are a necessity and although I'm not too fond of butterflies, I don't mind one that's made out of cardboard. kekeke. ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2oCmu-swOI/AAAAAAAABEU/lptb3Su9f40/s1600-h/full_em_Butterfly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145928388693508322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2oCmu-swOI/AAAAAAAABEU/lptb3Su9f40/s400/full_em_Butterfly1.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm going to take a nap. Please do not disturb. =p kekeke. Of course you can leave a message though - I would love that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2oF1u-swPI/AAAAAAAABEc/mv-UF6W-sKs/s1600-h/full_em_Buttefly5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145931944926429426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2oF1u-swPI/AAAAAAAABEc/mv-UF6W-sKs/s400/full_em_Buttefly5.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs and kisses, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5892494025953439984?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5892494025953439984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5892494025953439984&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5892494025953439984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5892494025953439984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/joy-of-paper-cut.html' title='the joy of the paper cut'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2nvxu-swII/AAAAAAAABDk/qr9y1ESdzS0/s72-c/hotel+buterfly+note+pads.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-3762609147207769520</id><published>2007-12-16T19:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:29.127+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>singing in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Sexyback (remix)" {eng}&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake ft. Missy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2YkVGfOW_I/AAAAAAAABCs/B8S5M-qlmjk/s1600-h/#25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144839569254800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2YkVGfOW_I/AAAAAAAABCs/B8S5M-qlmjk/s400/%2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hatred of cough and sniffles and anything to do with being sick. Perhaps it was the constant changing of weather, the lack of sensibility to wear a jacket, the laziness, the high fevers and/or the kidney infection but the last few days had been spent fatigued in bed. lol. It seems that at the moment I'm attracting a lot of viruses (and may I mention mosquitoes?? Urgh). But lol, nevermind, sleep makes great medicine for yes(!!) - I feel better again!! No more muggy-ness. And gosh, it's just so very nice to feel awake and refreshed regardless of the humid and stifling weather that I woke up to this morning. And so, I was even more happy and excited to hear thunder booming overhead in the midst of the dark, looming clouds this afternoon. There is something so wonderful about standing still under a grey sky and just letting the breeze touch you lightly, wrap around you and gently bring the scent of rain with it. And what makes the weather even more fun is the simple task of trying to sweep and rake leaves in the garden before the skies open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XaM2fOW9I/AAAAAAAABCg/LIUPbeqB0xI/s1600-h/[161207]+raking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144758063660424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XaM2fOW9I/AAAAAAAABCg/LIUPbeqB0xI/s400/%5B161207%5D+raking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XKDWfOW6I/AAAAAAAABCI/Ib39fb9cYDU/s1600-h/[161207]+dark+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144740308265622434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XKDWfOW6I/AAAAAAAABCI/Ib39fb9cYDU/s400/%5B161207%5D+dark+clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XP4mfOW7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/VdChF9E5W3s/s1600-h/[161207]+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144746720651795378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XP4mfOW7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/VdChF9E5W3s/s400/%5B161207%5D+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XW9mfOW8I/AAAAAAAABCY/T3ZCf5LQK-A/s1600-h/[161207]+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144754503132535746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2XW9mfOW8I/AAAAAAAABCY/T3ZCf5LQK-A/s400/%5B161207%5D+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best six doctors anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And no one can deny it&lt;br /&gt;Are sunshine, water, rest and air&lt;br /&gt;Exercise and diet.&lt;br /&gt;These six will gladly you attend&lt;br /&gt;If only you are willing&lt;br /&gt;Your mind they'll ease&lt;br /&gt;Your will they'll mend&lt;br /&gt;And charge you not a shilling. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wayne Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's all for now - just a simple and short post for today. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take care my dearests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs and kisses, Cotton Candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-3762609147207769520?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3762609147207769520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3762609147207769520&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3762609147207769520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3762609147207769520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/singing-in-rain.html' title='singing in the rain'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R2YkVGfOW_I/AAAAAAAABCs/B8S5M-qlmjk/s72-c/%2325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-31723911428310864</id><published>2007-12-11T00:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:32.102+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshot'/><title type='text'>i want to be him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"His eye is on the sparrow" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lauren Hill &amp;amp; Yolanda Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"GET ME &lt;strong&gt;DEMARCHELIER&lt;/strong&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I HAVE &lt;strong&gt;PATRICK&lt;/strong&gt;!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! If only I had Patrick! No, not for any sort of intimate fantasies or sexual pleasure. lol! No. But for idoling and if I had him, I would definitely have him teach me all about photography, for me to become his disciple and for him to become my master. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you've watched &lt;strong&gt;'The Devil wears Prada'&lt;/strong&gt; - you're probably familiar with those two lines of dialogue - where Miranda Priestly (&lt;strong&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/strong&gt;) tells Andy (&lt;strong&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/strong&gt;), "Get me Demarchelier!" leaving her utterly confused, and the first assistant Emily replying, "I have Patrick!" And if you love photography (like me ^-^), you'll most likely know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick Demarchelier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a world-renowned fashion photographer who has worked for the likes of &lt;strong&gt;Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, Mademoiselle, Rolling Stone &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; GQ.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, forget about having him - instead I want to be him!! ^.~ And you'll see why - he shoots amazing photos, especially black and white photographs which I absolutely love. I recommend checking out his gallery at his &lt;a href="http://www.demarchelier.net/fashion.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;website&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. ^^ You all know that I love photography and I figured out that it was time to make a post on an inspiring photographer, one of the many whom I admire so much. And so, this post on photography/photographers shall be the first of the many to come. ^^...And I think to myself, I wouldn't mind becoming an art stylist/art director too...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, there are tens and hundreds of Demarchelier's photos that I want to post but if I do, I'm sure I'll lag your internet and that would be horrid, wouldn't it? lol. So I'll just give you a small insight into his portfolio, selecting a few of my favourites. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_c6p34CI/AAAAAAAAA_A/UKFR5yZLkEw/s1600-h/vanity+fair+01-05+with+natalia+vodianova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336115540746274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_c6p34CI/AAAAAAAAA_A/UKFR5yZLkEw/s400/vanity+fair+01-05+with+natalia+vodianova.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photograph featuring model: &lt;strong&gt;Natalia Vodianova&lt;/strong&gt; was shot for &lt;strong&gt;Vanity Fair (01/05)&lt;/strong&gt;. I remember browsing randomly through Demarchelier's website and I came across this photograph. It was to be the second black and white photograph that I would adore forever. I don't know my photography techniques (but one day I will learn! ^^) however what I do know is that he has captured something so delicate, fragile, beautiful and whimsical all at once. The smooth, flowy material (chiffon? silk?) against the ancient, crumbling balcony makes it even so much more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_c6p34DI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0MNTjZ3amjE/s1600-h/saturday+night+numero+12-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336115540746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_c6p34DI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0MNTjZ3amjE/s400/saturday+night+numero+12-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dKp34EI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Q9z-r7qpxck/s1600-h/so+short+so+shiny+italian+vogue+12-06+with+dautzen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336119835713602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dKp34EI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Q9z-r7qpxck/s400/so+short+so+shiny+italian+vogue+12-06+with+dautzen.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dKp34FI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/upW569G87V4/s1600-h/back+to+reality+h.b+03-93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336119835713618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dKp34FI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/upW569G87V4/s400/back+to+reality+h.b+03-93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dap34GI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sEHMr2kmj1c/s1600-h/darceyspread4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142336124130680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_dap34GI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sEHMr2kmj1c/s400/darceyspread4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another black and white photo. Gosh, if only I had learnt ballet when my mum had told me to at the age of 6 and perhaps, I would be able to place my feet into that position above (I know there's a name to this stance...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3qp34XI/AAAAAAAABBo/l63U0GXYk24/s1600-h/french+vogue+10-05+with+gemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142340973148758386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3qp34XI/AAAAAAAABBo/l63U0GXYk24/s400/french+vogue+10-05+with+gemma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AVap34II/AAAAAAAAA_w/oCkNDXOhGRo/s1600-h/french+vogue+10-05+with+gemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AWKp34KI/AAAAAAAABAA/1J4USpSDLMA/s1600-h/sixties+minute+h.b+07-01+ft+angela+lindvall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337099088257186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AWKp34KI/AAAAAAAABAA/1J4USpSDLMA/s400/sixties+minute+h.b+07-01+ft+angela+lindvall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AVqp34JI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hFMSVqJmS-k/s1600-h/french+vogue+10-05+with+gemma+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337090498322578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AVqp34JI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hFMSVqJmS-k/s400/french+vogue+10-05+with+gemma+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love &lt;strong&gt;Gemma Ward&lt;/strong&gt;? I love her so and doesn't she look angelic here? So innocent as well. I guess that's why the shoot was titled &lt;strong&gt;La citee des anges &lt;/strong&gt;(also featuring &lt;strong&gt;Du Juan&lt;/strong&gt;). And we all love refridgerators because it stores wonderful food inside. lol! ^.~ This was shot for &lt;strong&gt;French Vogue 10/05.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AWap34LI/AAAAAAAABAI/hlDXE-5LqdM/s1600-h/havanaspread8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337103383224498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11AWap34LI/AAAAAAAABAI/hlDXE-5LqdM/s400/havanaspread8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naomi Campbell&lt;/strong&gt; - one of the most talked about supermodels - infamous and yet, famous simultaneously. Nevermind about that. She looks gorgeous in such a simple and plain outfit: black turtleneck and white pants. And in her arms, a lovely boy. This photo makes me feel so warm and tender inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2ap34aI/AAAAAAAABCA/gCkwVCIAAbs/s1600-h/la+citee+des+anges+spread8+f.v+10-052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142342051185549730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2ap34aI/AAAAAAAABCA/gCkwVCIAAbs/s400/la+citee+des+anges+spread8+f.v+10-052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BD6p34MI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qSlJfqSZ7Rw/s1600-h/la+citee+des+anges+spread8+f.v+10-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BEKp34NI/AAAAAAAABAY/ujJ12oWGm58/s1600-h/japanspread9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337889362239698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BEKp34NI/AAAAAAAABAY/ujJ12oWGm58/s400/japanspread9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BEap34OI/AAAAAAAABAg/4kH8MOC83O0/s1600-h/beryl+markham+h.b+07-93+with+anja+kneller.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BEqp34PI/AAAAAAAABAo/jxmPzTZEb_c/s1600-h/paradise+american+vogue+12-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337897952174322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BEqp34PI/AAAAAAAABAo/jxmPzTZEb_c/s400/paradise+american+vogue+12-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shot for &lt;strong&gt;American Vogue 12/04&lt;/strong&gt; and titled &lt;strong&gt;Paradise&lt;/strong&gt;. love, love, love , LOVE!! Wouldn't I love to have her body, wear that blue dress, stand on white soft sand and have the sparkling water sweep me off my feet. Yes, that would be a touch of paradise. Ahhhh, definitely. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BE6p34QI/AAAAAAAABAw/YZ6V2hZv6Qg/s1600-h/spread5french+vogue+10-05+with+du+juan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142337902247141634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11BE6p34QI/AAAAAAAABAw/YZ6V2hZv6Qg/s400/spread5french+vogue+10-05+with+du+juan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Du Juan&lt;/strong&gt; - one of the famous chinese models. She's gorgeous and I love her so! (Although I don't recommend smoking. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3qp34WI/AAAAAAAABBg/dR2mnxX-GRM/s1600-h/french+vogue+04-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142340973148758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3qp34WI/AAAAAAAABBg/dR2mnxX-GRM/s400/french+vogue+04-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11B8ap34RI/AAAAAAAABA4/0GbfRpwBuhg/s1600-h/french+vogue+04-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11B8qp34SI/AAAAAAAABBA/MRtTAu1GEzQ/s1600-h/meet+in+havana+h.b+05-98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142338860024848674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11B8qp34SI/AAAAAAAABBA/MRtTAu1GEzQ/s400/meet+in+havana+h.b+05-98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2Kp34YI/AAAAAAAABBw/_h9rCPUbrbE/s1600-h/broken+dolls+italian+vogue+02-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142342046890582402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2Kp34YI/AAAAAAAABBw/_h9rCPUbrbE/s400/broken+dolls+italian+vogue+02-06.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these two black and white photos (above and below). The above photo was the first black and white photo in Demarchelier's portfolio that I fell in love with. The rigidity, the stances, the compactness (is there such a word?) and just everything - this photo hit me. You know you love a photo when it just hits you and captures your eyes and heart. It just hits you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And below, featuring &lt;strong&gt;Du Juan&lt;/strong&gt; once again in a shoot titled &lt;strong&gt;La citee des anges&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;French Vogue 10/05&lt;/strong&gt; (also featuring &lt;strong&gt;Gemma Ward&lt;/strong&gt;). How gorgeous is she and that dress.!! My third most favourite black and white photo. At first I thought of her running away but then I looked closely and I thought she hears that her lover has returned home after a long time, perhaps due to war or business. She runs out of her room and down the corridors of the large house as seen below in the photo, running to meet her lover who is waiting at the door. And the man waiting at the door, with a suitcase at his feet just smiles tenderly. Aaah!! I'm too mushy!! =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2Kp34ZI/AAAAAAAABB4/8fhlErASYpY/s1600-h/la+citee+des+anges+spread8+f.v+10-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142342046890582418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11E2Kp34ZI/AAAAAAAABB4/8fhlErASYpY/s400/la+citee+des+anges+spread8+f.v+10-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11B86p34TI/AAAAAAAABBI/wuyksksWes8/s1600-h/flight+of+fancy+h.b+05-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142338864319815986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11B86p34TI/AAAAAAAABBI/wuyksksWes8/s400/flight+of+fancy+h.b+05-04.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3ap34VI/AAAAAAAABBY/hfNJ77f7p3g/s1600-h/french+vogue+04-05+with+eva+herzigova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142340968853791058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R11D3ap34VI/AAAAAAAABBY/hfNJ77f7p3g/s400/french+vogue+04-05+with+eva+herzigova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I said a few photos. . .&lt;br /&gt;I lied. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs and kisses, Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-31723911428310864?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/31723911428310864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=31723911428310864&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/31723911428310864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/31723911428310864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-be-him.html' title='i want to be him'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R10_c6p34CI/AAAAAAAAA_A/UKFR5yZLkEw/s72-c/vanity+fair+01-05+with+natalia+vodianova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7936926816897806161</id><published>2007-12-05T23:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:33.673+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside the room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"엉뚱한 상상 - irrelevant imagination" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Andy (ft. Yoo Bin of Wonder Girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1ZAtqp33sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w8wqjYFrDIs/s1600-h/#24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140367177978207938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1ZAtqp33sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w8wqjYFrDIs/s400/%2324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, before I say anything else, I would like to &lt;strong&gt;thank all the people for their best wishes to my grandpa's and my own health. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you so much&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;/strong&gt; I think it is because of everyone's best wishes that I have gotten better and that my grandpa is somewhat-concious. He had finally opened his eyes on Monday and actually gave our family a big smile when he saw us. However, we're not sure whether he recognises us and he is still residing in the Intensive Care Unit and cannot talk. But it's a good start and I'm really happy. So thank you once again for all your best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing about getting better is of course, what else but the ability to eat &lt;i&gt;solid&lt;/i&gt;, delicious food again!! Yes, no more plain tasteless watery &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-congee-please.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;congee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Instead, a banquet to feast upon - for afterall, it was my &lt;strong&gt;mum's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. But hush, I can't whisper a word about my mum's age for you see, one of the biggest no-no's is to ask about a woman's age, correct? =p Anyway, oh! There were so many yummy, yummy chinese food to eat but alas, I have no idea what they are called in english. One day, I will figure it out and tell you all. Trust me, chinese food isn't just &lt;strong&gt;fried rice&lt;/strong&gt; - that's just plain boring. There's so much more to chinese food and oh! LOVE. But I forgot to take photos of the dishes. *slaps forehead* Next time, there's always next time. . . =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1dDj6p332I/AAAAAAAAA9g/WDf4OiW7eF0/s1600-h/[051207]+chinese+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140651783986077538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1dDj6p332I/AAAAAAAAA9g/WDf4OiW7eF0/s400/%5B051207%5D+chinese+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the dinner, the rest of my family had laid down their chopsticks and as for I - I kept on eating. My sister said that I looked like a depressed girl comfort eating. Gosh, I wouldn't think of being depressed - I was totally overjoyed but yes, I think I understand. I just kept on eating and eating whilst the rest of the family kept on looking at me and chatting. lol. I'm so embarrassed at the thought of it now. I must have looked so...strange... lol, nevermind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, it was just so pleasant to go outdoors and take some &lt;strong&gt;fresh air&lt;/strong&gt; without being cooped up inside the house and to just go out to celebrate is even better, especially when you're going to a place with a lovely garden and a lovely interior. I was such a camwhore (please excuse my language ^.~) that night for who doesn't love fountains, waterfalls, flowers, huge sparking christmas trees, chinese lanterns and lovely oriental chinese decorations?? But for some strange reason, I always feel quite uncomfortable taking photos in a restaurant full of people - may it be photos of people, food, interior fittings and decorations - people do like staring, don't you think? lol. But I would stare too. lol! =p kekeke. And anyhow, I love taking photos and love being inspired by everything and anything, like interior designs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0QKp33tI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/T7KkQPMs7Dk/s1600-h/[051207]+waiting+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140634952009244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0QKp33tI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/T7KkQPMs7Dk/s400/%5B051207%5D+waiting+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0Rqp33uI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kdphj-UhUSg/s1600-h/[051107]+dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140634977779048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0Rqp33uI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kdphj-UhUSg/s400/%5B051107%5D+dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c34ap331I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Mc433bQqNs0/s1600-h/[051207]+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140638942033862482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c34ap331I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Mc433bQqNs0/s400/%5B051207%5D+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0U6p33wI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fUVC0-nfP8I/s1600-h/[051207]+waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140635033613623042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0U6p33wI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fUVC0-nfP8I/s400/%5B051207%5D+waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0WKp33xI/AAAAAAAAA84/Fa8aqP0FS5o/s1600-h/[051207]+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140635055088459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c0WKp33xI/AAAAAAAAA84/Fa8aqP0FS5o/s400/%5B051207%5D+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c2Qqp33yI/AAAAAAAAA9A/uchSoCq2Z-s/s1600-h/[051207]+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140637159622434594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c2Qqp33yI/AAAAAAAAA9A/uchSoCq2Z-s/s400/%5B051207%5D+fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c2Uap33zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8SgcCOk87b4/s1600-h/[051207]+waterfall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140637224046944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c2Uap33zI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8SgcCOk87b4/s400/%5B051207%5D+waterfall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And before we knew it, we (or should I say I?) had gobbled down all the food and back home we went to eat cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140637254111715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1c2WKp330I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RSpsaHrCHM8/s400/%5B051207%5D+in+the+carpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1dDkKp333I/AAAAAAAAA9o/3fpTbjSaVpY/s1600-h/[051207]+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140651788281044850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1dDkKp333I/AAAAAAAAA9o/3fpTbjSaVpY/s400/%5B051207%5D+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs and Kisses, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7446275931593484533-7936926816897806161?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7936926816897806161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7936926816897806161&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7936926816897806161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7936926816897806161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1ZAtqp33sI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/w8wqjYFrDIs/s72-c/%2324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-2875563428477217383</id><published>2007-12-01T17:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:34.605+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>no more congee please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I apologize" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;K-Ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Urk...Unfortunately I've been really sick last week and still feeling the blues, from a terrible cold on Monday afternoon to a high-fever yesterday night. &gt;&lt;" Oh the blues! And with grandpa in hospital still unconcious after surgery, things just don't seem to be going too well at the moment... And the most worrying thing is my mum's health as she's been so tired and stressed lately from running to and fro; trying to take care of everyone in the family. I feel so grateful for my mum in every way and it's at times like these when you realise how special a person is. =] So I'm telling myself to get better real soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I'm optimistic and hope things will be better before Christmas. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so you're wondering why on earth am I blogging if my terrible headache is torturing me and if my face is flushing bright pink right now. lol. Well, I've been sleeping for practically 5 days straight and although still quite tired, I'm itching to do something. So here I am taking advantage of my cousin's laptop (while she's here) and lying flat on my bed typing away whilst trying to catch up with the continuous spinning of the world. =D And lol, I had begun this post at 2:27 pm but I ended up falling alseep and here I am again at 5:48 pm. Supposedly, as my cousin said, she had to save her laptop before I dribbled on the keyboard. But I don't think I drool when I'm asleep. . . do I?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I say, you can't blame me for drooling when all I've been eating for the last few days is plain congee and a little bit of salt to make it taste better. That's right, congee for breakfast, lunch and dinner. &gt;&lt;" I'm craving for spice - something yummy and delicious to will satisfy my taste buds and boy, wouldn't I love to be &lt;a href="http://www.katjagruijters.nl/en/content/katja/katja_passie.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Katja Gruijters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;right now or perhaps even, Katja Gruijters' food taster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Katja Gruijters is a food and drink designer. "She designs products, spots consumer trends and develops concepts for companies around human desires" and that one inevitable human desire is food! And oh, that's a huge desire I have now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138866039663615602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1Drb6p33nI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Wq6l0ixDr8o/s400/Prod_AndersKantEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A series of edible &lt;strong&gt;Ander Kant:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lace tiles&lt;/strong&gt; made of chocolate, confetionery, shortbread and shortcrust pastry. MMM...Please, just decorate my kitchen with these tiles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138867925154258562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1DtJqp33oI/AAAAAAAAA7w/anUSvr1A5oQ/s400/Exp_Pomdefriet.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pom de Friet&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no idea what this food is apart from the fact that Pom is real Surinamese party food. But nevermind what it is, I'm ready to eat it especially when it looks like french fries in (ice cream) cones. How cute!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1Dv5qp33pI/AAAAAAAAA74/4u_6xbISUSs/s1600-R/Proj_Kant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138870948811234962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="388" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1Dv5qp33pI/AAAAAAAAA74/Hj5aWR9Qrf8/s400/Proj_Kant.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chrysanthemum tea in China. Violet ice cream in France. Add a these two to cherry blossoms and then a few handful of herbs such as rosemary and thyme and what do we get? Who says floweres aren't edible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1DxVqp33qI/AAAAAAAAA8A/iWudyhHwUBg/s1600-R/Prod_leftover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138872529359199906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1DxVqp33qI/AAAAAAAAA8A/S-64gAypWIY/s400/Prod_leftover.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katja made use of leftover Easter eggs to make these cookies with a marble-effect. Flavours: thyme, cranberry and ginger. Don't they just look gorgeous although I do have to say, my mum wouldn't be too pleased with me if I ate these whilst I am sick or even if I'm not sick. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, fashion and design is inseparable. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1DzPqp33rI/AAAAAAAAA8I/kWhlaXIkYls/s1600-R/pierre+hardy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138874625303240370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1DzPqp33rI/AAAAAAAAA8I/a4U4DnX-s0k/s400/pierre+hardy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thus, the result is&lt;strong&gt; Fashion Food&lt;/strong&gt;. Eastern rolls, Dutch delights, Tuscany stripes and breadbags galore! Spots, stripes and checks are the new black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh how my tummy craves for all these food and more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it, I'm going to go eat a bowl of congee regardless if it's tasteless. xD And my eyes hurt real bad from staring at the computer screen so I'll shall end this post now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep yourselves safe and warm. Try not to catch a cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^-^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs and kisses, Cotton Candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-2875563428477217383?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/2875563428477217383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=2875563428477217383&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2875563428477217383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/2875563428477217383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-congee-please.html' title='no more congee please!'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R1Drb6p33nI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Wq6l0ixDr8o/s72-c/Prod_AndersKantEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-7350016494439747944</id><published>2007-11-25T19:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:35.536+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things korean'/><title type='text'>black &amp; white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"바보(fool) " {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fascination with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and in-between as you probably can tell by my recent &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/search/label/she%20wears"&gt;&lt;u&gt;outfits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where I always seem to be wearing my black skinnies or something black and white here and there. They're shades that seems to go with everything and looks good on anything. ^^ So I was very happy when I saw these new photoshoots featuring &lt;strong&gt;Yoon Eun Hye&lt;/strong&gt;, a korean singer and actress. She's my idol and this photoshoot was just so raw and powerful for me. I'm not sure what the photoshoot is for - I'm pretty sure it was for Korea's &lt;strong&gt;Vogue&lt;/strong&gt;. Regardless, the photos captured me, especially the hair. It's so wicked-witch-like for me and gosh, I just love clothes in shades of black and white! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Ov1aQLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pzlxDTYTQuI/s1600-h/normal_vogue071210ip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136694277956059314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Ov1aQLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pzlxDTYTQuI/s400/normal_vogue071210ip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the favourite photos out of this collection of photoshoots. I want those curves - actually, no, I want her body. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0PP1aQMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DC4w3B1SEsM/s1600-h/normal_vogue071209on4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136694286545993922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0PP1aQMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DC4w3B1SEsM/s400/normal_vogue071209on4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Pf1aQNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/UUdkA_RoqhA/s1600-h/normal_vogue071208jj8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136694290840961234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Pf1aQNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/UUdkA_RoqhA/s400/normal_vogue071208jj8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Pv1aQOI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GbvzFP2UAcY/s1600-h/normal_vogue071206ro6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136694295135928546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Pv1aQOI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GbvzFP2UAcY/s400/normal_vogue071206ro6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0P_1aQPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/3-8Bv2r2nXI/s1600-h/normal_vogue071205nb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136694299430895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0P_1aQPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/3-8Bv2r2nXI/s400/normal_vogue071205nb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How gorgeous is that white tutu? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k16_1aQQI/AAAAAAAAA64/jG_foBjHVzQ/s1600-h/normal_vogue071204th5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136696137676898562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k16_1aQQI/AAAAAAAAA64/jG_foBjHVzQ/s400/normal_vogue071204th5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect LBD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k17f1aQRI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0OwhlUExlvI/s1600-h/normal_vogue071203rm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136696146266833170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k17f1aQRI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0OwhlUExlvI/s400/normal_vogue071203rm7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely. and very rock-chic at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k17v1aQSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Z7LoNG8aRCU/s1600-h/normal_vogue071202nk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136696150561800482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k17v1aQSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Z7LoNG8aRCU/s400/normal_vogue071202nk4.jpg" 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/7446275931593484533-7350016494439747944?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/7350016494439747944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=7350016494439747944&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7350016494439747944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/7350016494439747944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-white.html' title='black &amp; white'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0k0Ov1aQLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pzlxDTYTQuI/s72-c/normal_vogue071210ip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-3456959159973102214</id><published>2007-11-21T22:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:38.565+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>prelude to the holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Like you'll never see me again" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QRyv1aQKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3VLajz7-CZg/s1600-h/#23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135249038640824482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QRyv1aQKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3VLajz7-CZg/s400/%2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm, I smell &lt;strong&gt;mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt;. lol!! But that's not what I'm going to rant on about in this post perhaps later. xD LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago, to celebrate the end of first year of uni, I caught up with four of my bestest (if there is such a word =p) friends from high school whom I miss so much and love dearly: &lt;strong&gt;Corrina, Serena, Danmei and Jenifer&lt;/strong&gt; over a night-out at the city. And oh, such fun to eat and chat about new times as well as old times, reminscing whilst catching up on all sorts of info especially since I'm the only one that goes to &lt;strong&gt;USYD&lt;/strong&gt; whilst the rest go to &lt;strong&gt;UNSW&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Food brings people together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ^.~ We decided to eat out at &lt;strong&gt;Wagamama&lt;/strong&gt;, a japanese restaurant that we heard was not worth it and the food not too great. lol! So why did we choose such a place? Ahhh- to try out new stuff for you never know and indeed, we never knew until that night. It was actually pretty okay, the food and all, however it quite expensive though. We ordered green tea (because it was freeeee!! lol!!) but we never got it and we ended up with water only - how disappointing. &gt;&lt;" But the atmosphere was nice and I think that that is one of the most important factors for a restaurant, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pcav1aP6I/AAAAAAAAA4I/J_OLdZPTLl0/s1600-h/[211107]+wagamama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135190352207691682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pcav1aP6I/AAAAAAAAA4I/J_OLdZPTLl0/s400/%5B211107%5D+wagamama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pmgv1aP7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8l_HCuQTQXA/s1600-h/[211107]+wagamama+ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201450403184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pmgv1aP7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8l_HCuQTQXA/s400/%5B211107%5D+wagamama+ramen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0PmhP1aP8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/aH3M_dtwr5o/s1600-h/[211107]+hot+curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201458993119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0PmhP1aP8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/aH3M_dtwr5o/s400/%5B211107%5D+hot+curry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pmhf1aP9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/AVp6721KpfA/s1600-h/[211107]+eating+with+funky+spoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135201463288086482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pmhf1aP9I/AAAAAAAAA4g/AVp6721KpfA/s400/%5B211107%5D+eating+with+funky+spoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr1_1aP-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/rJWly_XTBG8/s1600-h/[211107]+dumplings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135207313033543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr1_1aP-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/rJWly_XTBG8/s400/%5B211107%5D+dumplings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr3v1aP_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/nAMnmOnLbIQ/s1600-h/[211107]+rice+and+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135207343098314738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr3v1aP_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/nAMnmOnLbIQ/s400/%5B211107%5D+rice+and+chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr3_1aQAI/AAAAAAAAA44/VkuAyRp_nLU/s1600-h/[211107]+vegie+rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135207347393282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0Pr3_1aQAI/AAAAAAAAA44/VkuAyRp_nLU/s400/%5B211107%5D+vegie+rice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaah...it seems that whenever I talk about food, my tummy rumbles. lol!! ^.~ And how can you not when you've got food staring at you?? lol!! Oh dearest me. No wonder why my youngest sister says I'm ballooning into a huge buffalo pie. . . =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After gobbling down our dinners, what's a better way then to eat dessert and so off we treaded into the night as I insisted on ice cream at &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-darlings.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Darling Harbour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And it was a good thing that we decided to, lol, because it made us walk our full bellies off although Danmei wasn't too pleased. lol!! I said it was good for her and the scenary at the harbour is oh-so-beautiful at night. How can one resist? lol. So we treked for quite a distance and in the end, Danmei finally got her revenge back at me by not staying with me to watch the fireworks. *cries* But about that later. Oh dear, it seems as if a storm is about to brew tonight at my place. I hear thunder and oh, I just saw lightning. I get so afraid that my comp will suddenly flicker and then crash when there are storms but I love the feeling of staying all cosy and warm inside whilst the rain pitter-patters outside. Don't you love that feeling. And then I always wish for a blackout as an excuse to do everything in candlelight and just ooze away on the couch, daydreaming about silly little fantasies. HAHAHAHA!! Oh gosh, I've gone off topic again. Forgive me. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAdf1aQBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4P-bTQ7g9TI/s1600-h/[211107]+to+darling+harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135229981870931986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAdf1aQBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4P-bTQ7g9TI/s400/%5B211107%5D+to+darling+harbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAfP1aQCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/a8OTZu-2CO0/s1600-h/[211107]+santas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135230011935703074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAfP1aQCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/a8OTZu-2CO0/s400/%5B211107%5D+santas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream parlour that I wanted to go to was on the other side of the harbour and noone wanted to trek across the harbour with me. &gt;&lt;" What friends, lol!! I forgive you guys. So we found another one on our side and oh, gelato in raspberry flavour is sooo nice!! And oh, just eating ice cream whilst looking out into the harbour and chatting is such a wonderous, lovely feeling don't you think? I'm so easy to please. lol!! It was lovely indeed. I remember Serena becoming thirsty afterwards and she figured out we should just go to a bar nearby and order water. lol!! Do you think it would be strange if we sat at a table at a bar and just ordered water and then left? Perhaps I should try it one day if I have enough nerve and then I'll tell you all about it. So we ended up going to Maccas to order water for it's free. ^-^ You should have heard us that night. We wanted everything to be free and we had used that word so much that night. You must think we're "tight-asses" but I've got an excuse, we're poor uni students. lol! ^.~ kekeke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAlP1aQDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Xl8wOc5Cb4c/s1600-h/[211107]+darling+harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135230115014918194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAlP1aQDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Xl8wOc5Cb4c/s400/%5B211107%5D+darling+harbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAmv1aQEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/c6uEy49mugQ/s1600-h/[211107]+whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135230140784721986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAmv1aQEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/c6uEy49mugQ/s400/%5B211107%5D+whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135230145079689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QAm_1aQFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/NPw0rGb9g-Q/s400/%5B211107%5D+gelato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7f1aQGI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_A1ef_9FgSI/s1600-h/[211107]+darlingharbour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135235994825146466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7f1aQGI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_A1ef_9FgSI/s400/%5B211107%5D+darlingharbour2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7f1aQHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/7Och6lhf3s8/s1600-h/[211107]+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135235994825146482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7f1aQHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/7Och6lhf3s8/s400/%5B211107%5D+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7v1aQII/AAAAAAAAA54/XKTK9-SZ9QY/s1600-h/[211107]+darlingharbour3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135235999120113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QF7v1aQII/AAAAAAAAA54/XKTK9-SZ9QY/s400/%5B211107%5D+darlingharbour3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard that there was to be fireworks but we decided not to stay and to go home. &gt;&lt;" But I'm an optimistic person and there's always next time!! ^^ Right? And next time, I'll make sure we stay for it. kekeke. =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for now, I think I will go off and try to finish reading &lt;strong&gt;'The Old Curiosity Shop' &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt; whilst listening to the pitter-patter of the rain. And perhaps, some music and a glass of milk. Care to join me? ^-^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; kisses, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-3456959159973102214?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3456959159973102214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3456959159973102214&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3456959159973102214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3456959159973102214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/prelude-to-holiday.html' title='prelude to the holiday'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/R0QRyv1aQKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3VLajz7-CZg/s72-c/%2323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-720502370525786467</id><published>2007-11-17T23:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:40.346+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes my tummy rumble'/><title type='text'>Catch me please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Forever" {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Junjin ft. Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz4ulf1aPuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yOhTkkjQttA/s1600-h/#22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133591846984498914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz4ulf1aPuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yOhTkkjQttA/s400/%2322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, all I could smell were fish, lobsters, crabs, prawns, squids, fish and more fish. ^^ lol!! To start off my three and a half month worth of holidays (&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;FIRST YEAR OF UNI IS OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; =D), I took my grandparents to the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fish Market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I've never been there before and my mum had heard that there was a new yum cha restaurant there so, being a filial daughter and grand-daughter, off we went with my grandpapa and grandmama to see the fishes! Or should I say to eat the fishes? =p Mmmm....I love seafood. Yes I do!! Do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah yes, when I got there, I was wondering what on earth was I wearing because the mention of "fish markets" should have told me not to dress like what I did?? lol. And definitely not in heels either. HAHAHAHA!! But I wanted to celebrate the holidays so much and lol! oh dear. But it was good for yum cha!! hahahaha!! xD And oh I do miss layering. When the word &lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt; is metioned, most people think of the beach, the sunshine and summer dresses but at this moment, all I can think about are flies, sweat, no layering and sunscreen and oh - the need to exercise. hahahah!! xD Optimistic me. I do envy those who are experiencing &lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt; and those who will be making snow angels soon!! =p But I'm getting off topic so let's head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And head off to misleading, wrong directions we did. I think one of my christmas wishes this year will be to have a GPS. Unfortunately I've always been hopeless at geography and thus, my hopelessness in reading maps. Headache, headache, headache. I get such a terrible headache whenever I try to read in the car. &gt;&lt;" Do you guys get headaches whilst reading in the car?? Urgh...The headache had been no help and thus, the crossing of the &lt;strong&gt;Anzac Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; three times and a stop at a petrol station to ask for directions before we finally made it to the Fish Markets!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz47rP1aPvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/sKlqjJXWB6Q/s1600-h/[171107]+anzac+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133606239419907826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz47rP1aPvI/AAAAAAAAA2w/sKlqjJXWB6Q/s400/%5B171107%5D+anzac+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz47rf1aPwI/AAAAAAAAA24/1bqG-IW5yyY/s1600-h/[171107]+anzac+bridge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133606243714875138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz47rf1aPwI/AAAAAAAAA24/1bqG-IW5yyY/s400/%5B171107%5D+anzac+bridge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz4-Yv1aPxI/AAAAAAAAA3A/fqn5UzkF5Tc/s1600-h/[171107]+factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133609220127211282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz4-Yv1aPxI/AAAAAAAAA3A/fqn5UzkF5Tc/s400/%5B171107%5D+factory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And first stop was &lt;strong&gt;yum cha&lt;/strong&gt; to cease our rumbling stomachs. Speaking about rumbling tummies, make sure you are full right before an exam. Omgosh, my friends and I had been snacking nonstop right before our last exam and yet, during the exam all I could concentrate on was food because my tummy was rumbling so loudly! It was awful. I figured out that noone could hear it but Faaiza who had sat a seat away told me that she got distracted by my rumbling tummy!! =.=" *&lt;em&gt;rumble rumble&lt;/em&gt;* At this moment, my tummy is rumbling too. I'm craving for pumpkin soup. MMMMM... Perhaps I'll start to learn how to cook during this three month holiday. ^^But alas, I didn't eat to my heart's content that day because the restaurant was serving so little food and not only that, it didn't taste as quite delicious as I thought it would be. &gt;&lt;" *&lt;em&gt;cries&lt;/em&gt;* You know how much I love food!! But there was the "&lt;strong&gt;tofu-fa&lt;/strong&gt;" (aka tofu sweet soup) which is a chinese desert that is really really good for your skin!! It's smooth tofu in a sugary syrup and mmmm!! YUM YUM YUM!! How often is it that you can eat something that's delicious and yet it's good for your skin?? MMM!! If you haven't tried it before , you must you must!! It's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6jJ_1aPyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7MeMY_LK4SE/s1600-h/[171107]+tofu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133720017398546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6jJ_1aPyI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7MeMY_LK4SE/s400/%5B171107%5D+tofu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6mMf1aPzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DC6GweQqqII/s1600-h/[171107]+restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133723358883102514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6mMf1aPzI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DC6GweQqqII/s400/%5B171107%5D+restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6pKP1aP0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WozLiIoIiEQ/s1600-h/[171107]+restaurant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133726618763280194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz6pKP1aP0I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/WozLiIoIiEQ/s400/%5B171107%5D+restaurant2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lol, finally the fish markets which was downstairs. And boy, was there a crowd of people all wanting fish!! The fish markets were not what I imagined to be. Mum had told me that it was an open space of a fishes and all other types of seafood, next to the sea - I guess a typical fish market. But alas, when we got there, we discovered that everything had changed. It was like a plaza with a huge fish store inside. Boo...&gt;&lt;" Perhaps it is best to go early in the morning with the rush and frenzy of trying to get extra-fresh fish but it was just like going into a shopping centre and asking for fish from a fish store. lol!! Yes, I was very disappointed. In the end, I just stood and waited outside whilst caring for my three-year cousin who is sooo talkative and wonderfully cute!! *&lt;em&gt;squeals&lt;/em&gt;* lol. And I'm afraid I didn't take much photos because I figured out dead seafood is that all appealing...and it was just plain weird to squish between the customers so that I could take a photo. lol!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iQ_1aP1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/XxYPIVysZwA/s1600-h/[171107]+fish+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133789406890180434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iQ_1aP1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/XxYPIVysZwA/s400/%5B171107%5D+fish+market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRP1aP2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/4Zl43FGDaVE/s1600-h/[171107]+fish+market+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133789411185147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRP1aP2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/4Zl43FGDaVE/s400/%5B171107%5D+fish+market+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRv1aP3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/6xA16XyvU7o/s1600-h/[171107]+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133789419775082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRv1aP3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/6xA16XyvU7o/s400/%5B171107%5D+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRv1aP4I/AAAAAAAAA34/HWmzsgFvYBM/s1600-h/[171107]+seagulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133789419775082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7iRv1aP4I/AAAAAAAAA34/HWmzsgFvYBM/s400/%5B171107%5D+seagulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, today we ate this huge fish steamed with ginger that we had bought yesterday from the market and ahh!! oh the love of fresh fish!! And fish are full of omega-3 too!! ^^ I love fish so so much and I've just reread what I written and I feel horrible to the vegetarians. Please forgive me because I am a huge meat lover. . . especially when it comes to seafood. Please don't hate me. =] Regardless, the fish from the Fish Markets are soooo expensive and the parking is totally not worth it. It's $2.00 for the first half an hour and then after that, its $5.00 for every half an hour. OMGOSH!! We didn't realise this, we thought it was $2.00 for every hour and urgh...$10.00 parking fee is so not worth it. &gt;&lt;" lol!! *&lt;em&gt;whinge whinge whinge&lt;/em&gt;* ^.~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah wells, nothing can be done now and tonight's dinner made up for it for my tummy is full and contented. Gosh I really have to find something to this holiday otherwise I'm just going to end up lazing in front of the comp/tv and eat and eat and nobody would like that, especially not in summer. Ahhh....=.=" The thought of exercise is sending shivers and dread into my body. lol. Lazy Sabrina here. ^^ And ahh...I'm aleady filling restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with that -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7kTv1aP5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/lQs1euZsVTQ/s1600-h/[171107]+ct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133791653158076306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz7kTv1aP5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/lQs1euZsVTQ/s400/%5B171107%5D+ct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I have my holiday and can &lt;del&gt;laze&lt;/del&gt; relax away, what are you guys upto? Are you on holidays now or about to? If so, enjoy each and every day, even if you're not on holidays! Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh, speaking about holidays - I have a problem that I hope you guys may be able to give me advice on. I recently got a job at a store (A) that is about to open this christmas and I'm meant to have training for it. I remember that the co-ordinator told me to ring up the partner store (B) of the company to make an appointment for training but unfortunately i've forgotten the name of the person that I'm meant to ask for. &gt;&lt;" eek. Nevertheless, I called up and talked to the manager of the store (B) who told me that they don't training there for this new store (A) and that I'm meant to wait for the store's (A) call. So i've waited three weeks already and I have this feeling that I am right in making appointment for training at that store (B). I'm sorry if this sounds confusing but I do hope that you guys could give me some advice. What do you think I should do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hugs and kisses, Cotton Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-720502370525786467?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/720502370525786467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=720502370525786467&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/720502370525786467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/720502370525786467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/catch-me-please.html' title='Catch me please'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rz4ulf1aPuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yOhTkkjQttA/s72-c/%2322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-4570045821531165111</id><published>2007-11-10T13:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:43.253+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fashion'/><title type='text'>cracker your wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect pictures" {eng}&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown ft. Will.I.Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, since I have been cooped up at home in addition to me not wearing anything but tracksuits, jerseys and pyjamas in my messy, ragged state - I have not had the chance to take any photos and hence, no (personal) photos to show at the moment. Please blame it on the exams that are looming up this week. Urgh - more exams! But it will all be over soon by the end of this week and then I will be able to shed my hermit skin!! ^^ So for now, it would be better if I showed you what others have been wearing yes? Whilst &lt;del&gt;trying to study&lt;/del&gt; studying (self-denial...0'.'0), I came upon this site: &lt;a href="http://www.thecracker.co.kr/frame2.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cracker your wardrobe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and in my messy state, I have been inspired here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqPemX9_I/AAAAAAAAA14/7H9vRE2Aaao/s1600-h/10-SP004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053795858970610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqPemX9_I/AAAAAAAAA14/7H9vRE2Aaao/s400/10-SP004.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do like the look of having jeans crutch below the actual thing itself on men but isn't this just way to low, it's right next to the knees practically!!?? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqPumX-AI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PgIUxl5sPKk/s1600-h/11-KR005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053800153937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqPumX-AI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PgIUxl5sPKk/s400/11-KR005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those tights reminds me of candy canes. . . and merry-go-rounds and pole sticks. (o'.'o)?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqP-mX-BI/AAAAAAAAA2I/KQuQe7k7hso/s1600-h/11-KR006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053804448905234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqP-mX-BI/AAAAAAAAA2I/KQuQe7k7hso/s400/11-KR006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at that little banana hood on the little girl's head. Isn't she sweet?? ^^ Kawaii!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqQOmX-CI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KONQCbmPrEw/s1600-h/11-UKR002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053808743872546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqQOmX-CI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KONQCbmPrEw/s400/11-UKR002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is like me on a cold winter's night except for the fact that I would be at home sniffling and a pile of tissues beside me and for the fact that I would never be caught wearing this out in public...=.="&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqQOmX-DI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/BsJb3acew9c/s1600-h/11-SWD002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131053808743872562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqQOmX-DI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/BsJb3acew9c/s400/11-SWD002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the bag and the red cardi and the shoes as well. Gosh, this grandpapa is hip...in a way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131046279666202450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjZ-mX91I/AAAAAAAAA0o/L7mLyJHevak/s400/09-SPN001.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Urgh...This just looks plain wrong on him! The outfiit would look so much more better or probably more suitable for a female... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjaOmX92I/AAAAAAAAA0w/QlsRGUit2lE/s1600-h/10-KR001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131046283961169762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjaOmX92I/AAAAAAAAA0w/QlsRGUit2lE/s400/10-KR001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This can definetely get away with a sweater dress don't you think and he looks so good in black as well. Very artistic guy I think. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjaemX93I/AAAAAAAAA04/RNybX3ucvEE/s1600-h/11-KR004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131046288256137074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjaemX93I/AAAAAAAAA04/RNybX3ucvEE/s400/11-KR004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131046318320908162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="392" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjcOmX94I/AAAAAAAAA1A/1ejx258HfLM/s400/11-SWD001.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um... eek!! Yuck yuck yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjcemX95I/AAAAAAAAA1I/QpAM9m8uo_0/s1600-h/10-AR002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131046322615875474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUjcemX95I/AAAAAAAAA1I/QpAM9m8uo_0/s400/10-AR002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm so gangsta!!" She's soooo cute don't you think!!?? Love those red flats against the white tights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg8emX9wI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oA1cC_-oXwU/s1600-h/09-EST002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131043573836805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg8emX9wI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oA1cC_-oXwU/s400/09-EST002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would love to wear this outfit and I think I will...hahahah!! =D It's very cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg8umX9xI/AAAAAAAAA0I/xslErW32juA/s1600-h/09-KR011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131043578131773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg8umX9xI/AAAAAAAAA0I/xslErW32juA/s400/09-KR011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forget the outfit. Just look at the sunglasses. I want. &lt;strong&gt;TOP&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Big Bang&lt;/strong&gt; (a korean boy band) has a similar pair and I've been admiring it for ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzVQkemX-EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2hPSKP-XoLU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131095938078079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzVQkemX-EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2hPSKP-XoLU/s400/untitled.bmp" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131043591016675106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg9emX9yI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/hJ1oaFn4dlA/s400/09-KR028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've never thought too greatly about runners teamed up with tights/leggings. I've seen a lot of people wear the combo but I personally could never do such a combo. What do you think about runners teamed with tights/leggings? Do you like it?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg9umX9zI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HWcYkR48Vas/s1600-h/09-SPN002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131043595311642418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="391" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg9umX9zI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HWcYkR48Vas/s400/09-SPN002.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Isn't this such a classic? It's so lovely, feminine, flirty and sophisticated yet funky at the same time. Love the bag as well. ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131043599606609730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUg9-mX90I/AAAAAAAAA0g/AN8x2gUm_DE/s400/11-KR001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmgemX96I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ruvywhn0rDk/s1600-h/10-KR004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049689870235554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmgemX96I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ruvywhn0rDk/s400/10-KR004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmgumX97I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/s8evk_UW37w/s1600-h/11-GER002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049694165202866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="388" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmgumX97I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/s8evk_UW37w/s400/11-GER002.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow. This is usually an outfit that I would expect to see . . . during the 80s? Or on someone with a military statuss back in the 80s like something in 'The Sound of Music.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmg-mX98I/AAAAAAAAA1g/WIKOoV81Po8/s1600-h/10-GER001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049698460170178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmg-mX98I/AAAAAAAAA1g/WIKOoV81Po8/s400/10-GER001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another adorable little girl!! And don't you just love her outfit? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmhOmX99I/AAAAAAAAA1o/3gSS7q8Q890/s1600-h/10-AR001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049702755137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmhOmX99I/AAAAAAAAA1o/3gSS7q8Q890/s400/10-AR001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmhOmX9-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/KNiwi2X7FQk/s1600-h/10-SP003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049702755137506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="396" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUmhOmX9-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/KNiwi2X7FQk/s400/10-SP003.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I admire these people for having the confidence and flair to wear what they love (especially when I think it looks totally ridiculous) and what they identify as themselves, without conforming to ...whatever?? lol!! (As you probably know, I'm not quite sure what the world has been doing as I've been living in a world of my own. Hahahah!! =P I'm not quite sure what I'm saying. Nothing seems to be making sense this days and I think when I read this post again in my right state of mind, I will wonder what I was trying to say or what I was thinking?) But lol, =p anyway, yes, I would love to give credits to 'cracker your wardrobe' which is a korean site (in english)/free-of-charge magazine dedicated to taking photos of street fashion around the world. Very cool!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-4570045821531165111?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/4570045821531165111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=4570045821531165111&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4570045821531165111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4570045821531165111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/cracker-your-wardrobe.html' title='cracker your wardrobe'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzUqPemX9_I/AAAAAAAAA14/7H9vRE2Aaao/s72-c/10-SP004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-1663102525609736999</id><published>2007-11-06T18:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:44.384+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>set adrift on memory bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"蒲公英的約定" - A date with the Dandelion {cpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been utterly horrible, especially yesterday night, from 6:30-9:00pm where I attempted one of my final exams for uni. I say attempted because I was nearly falling asleep during that exam (why was the exam scheduled late at night?? &gt;&lt;") and I studied for the wrong thing. Oh!!! As Faaiza said, we studied 200% of the content but then there was there other 5% we forgot about ... does that even make sense?? Aye yi yi. *&lt;em&gt;headache&lt;/em&gt;* But what can I do but wait for the results and please if I fail, let's all fail together(?)! kekeke. ^.~ I'm so considerate of others, ain't I? LOL. But I'll stop my whinging . . . for now. lol!! &lt;strong&gt;How are you dearest readers?&lt;/strong&gt; Are you also having exams?? If so, &lt;strong&gt;let's do our best and good luck&lt;/strong&gt;!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAt37dNFFI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Acsm-pH5geg/s1600-h/[061107]+quad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129650414451233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAt37dNFFI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Acsm-pH5geg/s400/%5B061107%5D+quad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAt4LdNFGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mX6W_D8aQs4/s1600-h/[06112007]+unitree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129650418746201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAt4LdNFGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/mX6W_D8aQs4/s400/%5B06112007%5D+unitree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows, it takes so much effort to study and oh, the pain of trying to memorise everything! eek!! But during my "study period" I've been revitalised and pumped to study by listening to a few of my beloved boys: &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys, Nsync and 5ive&lt;/strong&gt;. Ah yes, I did get distracted for my beloved boys supplied me with sweet (and somewhat embarassing =D) memories nd lovely,mellow soothing voices. Ah yes...the love of reminscing myhopeless devotion to boybands bac in my senior primary school years: the 90s. Mmm...and I'm not afraid to say, hopeless devotion is still very strong. ^^ That is, devoted to their songs. lol. I've been pondering over what my young mind back in the 90s must have been thinking or what my heart may been beating about. I look back on my crushes with *&lt;em&gt;gasp&lt;/em&gt;* * &lt;em&gt;shock&lt;/em&gt;* and *&lt;em&gt;laughter&lt;/em&gt;*. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I remember the good, old, simplistic days (without exams!!); a time where my pride ws non-existent. The good old times where the girls would rock to school in school uniform and we would be drooling over gorgeous boys such as the likes of &lt;strong&gt;Nick Carter&lt;/strong&gt; with his famous short-blonde bob haircut that he had back in those days and his uber blue eyes in addition to his uber cute voice back then. Hahahah!! No, don't laught. I am very positive you've had litle fling with Nick in your innocent childhood dreams, of him whispering into you ear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...&lt;em&gt;I'll be the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will make all your sorrows undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel like there's nowhere to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the one to hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make sure you'll be alright&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and later giving you a warm heart-melting hug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;perhaps you dreamt he whispered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...&lt;em&gt;My love is all I have to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you I don't think I can live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could give the world to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But love is all I have to give&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then he gave you a tiny little kiss on the cheek. ^.~ Hahaha!! No?? You cannot deny it - You're blushing. And you're making me blush! lol!! Aaagh...I'm so soppy and helplessly sappy!! =p lol. I remember the first time I noticed the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was the mv to &lt;strong&gt;'As long as you love me.'&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;screams and faints&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjQrdNFCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/09AoohTffiY/s1600-h/backstreet_boys_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129638745025090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjQrdNFCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/09AoohTffiY/s400/backstreet_boys_1.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how sad and shocked was I to see their newest album cover with only four members and having found out that the &lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt; had left the group last year. I am so behind. How could I not have known?? hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAiqbdNFBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Kl_7giX4Dms/s1600-h/Backstreetboysunbreakablecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129638087895094290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAiqbdNFBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Kl_7giX4Dms/s400/Backstreetboysunbreakablecover.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you know, I tend to fall in love easily and my gosh, let me tell you, it was love at first sigh (yes, a sigh - a happy sigh) for me at the age of 8?9? or was it 10 years of age? Unfortuantely my love was challenged by the many girls in my classroom/grade/school. We all wanted Nick. ^.~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we all wanted &lt;strong&gt;Lance &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nsync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wasn't he a cutie then?? Such a shame that he is only attracted to men. &gt;&lt;" At first I didn't know who Nsync were but like so often, I fell in love with them when I was a very small child who watched &lt;strong&gt;'Video Hits'&lt;/strong&gt; and saw their mv &lt;strong&gt;'Tearing up my heart'&lt;/strong&gt; and when they made a comeback with &lt;strong&gt;'No Strings Attached'&lt;/strong&gt; and that was it. My heart fluttered from Lance to &lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; (I loved his hair back then, I have no idea why) to &lt;strong&gt;J.C&lt;/strong&gt; to Justin to Lance and it continued awhile before a long, long heartbreak when Nsync disbanded and until Justin brought sexy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjuLdNFEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/F2VOL0ugNBc/s1600-h/nsync_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129639251831231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjuLdNFEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/F2VOL0ugNBc/s400/nsync_03.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5ive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then came along whilst I was in Year 5 and then there were two desired cuties: &lt;strong&gt;Scott&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Abs&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, make that three. I also had fallen for &lt;strong&gt;Richard&lt;/strong&gt;. lol!! xD My gosh, I can't believe I still remember their names. Oh my dear old addiction. I remember not being able to decide between the three of them becuse I though they all looked irresistibly cute back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjQrdNFDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/chl5E-_nxAw/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129638745025090610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAjQrdNFDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/chl5E-_nxAw/s400/five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And oh how embarassing to think of this - during maths when we had to play with die, my friend would grab 5 die and name each of them after the 5ive members. And she would always the dice named Scott to herself and she would always give Abs to me. lol!! xD Oh dearest! We were so fascinatd and addicted to 5ive. And to think of the time my friends and I had entered the Year 6 talent contest, performing to &lt;strong&gt;'Everybody get up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; Do you remember that song? Aagh!! You would die laughing if I had recorded my performance and chucked it onto youtube. It was *&lt;em&gt;Kick, kick. Clap, clap. Shake here. Shake there. Kick. Arms up. Arms down. Fling here. Fling there. Jump. Jump. Kick. Shake it mama!&lt;/em&gt;* hahaha! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh dearest me. Those photos above of the boys bring back so many memories. I wish poppy boybands were back. It would be wonderful, don't you think?? ^-^&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/7446275931593484533-1663102525609736999?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/1663102525609736999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=1663102525609736999&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1663102525609736999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/1663102525609736999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/11/set-adrift-on-memory-bliss.html' title='set adrift on memory bliss'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RzAt37dNFFI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Acsm-pH5geg/s72-c/%5B061107%5D+quad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5367885484429918023</id><published>2007-10-31T18:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:46.838+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things chinese'/><title type='text'>shanghai tang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Time" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Billy Porter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love to flip through magazines and to see the different advertisements for well-known extravagant brands - the colourful spreads of food, perfume, people, the streets and of course fashion all under a particular brand name. &lt;strong&gt;DKNY, Louis Vuitton, Bathing Ape, Hysteric Glamour, Dior, Burberry, MaxMara, Marcs, Elizabeth Arden, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co., Gucci, Mad Cortes, Hugo Boss&lt;/strong&gt; and the list goes on. And I just love to see the advertisements - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the photographs that sell brands&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In each and every photograph (aka printed advertisement) , I always admire the models; the clothes, the accessories and the design/layout of the photograph. And I always seem to be attracted, allured and I always wish I could have been behind the scenes during the photoshoot. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And one wishful thinking was to have been behind the photoshoot for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shanghaitang.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shanghai Tang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s 2007 Spring Collection. Shanghai Tang, a famous chinese fashion brand that I hugely adore, is fashion inspired by Chinese art and history. A few days ago, I came across &lt;strong&gt;Shanghai Tang's new ad campaign for Spring 2007&lt;/strong&gt; modeled by &lt;strong&gt;Liu Dan&lt;/strong&gt; (I know I'm late in viewing it. . . ) and I had immediately fallen in love with it , so easily and quickly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you will see why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please click on each photo for an enlarged version for you will truly see the amazing photography (and they make great wallpapers!!) ^-^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygolbdNE0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/u_vHrSXN6_0/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392799251829570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygolbdNE0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/u_vHrSXN6_0/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B2.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the moment, I have a thing for loose, billowy tops like the green one above. It's such a nice, calm green don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygolbdNE1I/AAAAAAAAAxw/YZ2FfN0NFas/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392799251829586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygolbdNE1I/AAAAAAAAAxw/YZ2FfN0NFas/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B8.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygonLdNE2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fS0BiAnvxJU/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392829316600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygonLdNE2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fS0BiAnvxJU/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B9.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rygon7dNE3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/mFaf_hFmqy4/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392842201502578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rygon7dNE3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/mFaf_hFmqy4/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B10.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygorbdNE4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/YftKL5s0B28/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392902331044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygorbdNE4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/YftKL5s0B28/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B11.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want that trench on the left... and the top and shorts on the right as well. lol. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfLdNE5I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LA2EmjbU6Ls/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393791389275026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfLdNE5I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LA2EmjbU6Ls/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B1.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two photos (above and below) remind me of those instances where you just stand there feeling lost/troubled/ confused/sad and yet the world just seems to go on. Especially in movies, where the world will speed up and then slow down and then speed up again and you're just standing there, in the midst of the busy busy world...But in this instance, this girl just stands out because she's beautiful with beautiful clothes...aye....=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfbdNE6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/cfQRfXPVcFU/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393795684242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfbdNE6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/cfQRfXPVcFU/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B4.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfbdNE7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/7T1-Srx6O4w/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393795684242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfbdNE7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/7T1-Srx6O4w/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B13.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the rooftop of some building, looking out into the distance of Shanghai. It looks great. The foreground reminded me of some poor, ancient site whilst the background looked so modern in contrast. Regardless, I love the dress. It's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfrdNE8I/AAAAAAAAAyo/XE7hyZmf_rU/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393799979209666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygpfrdNE8I/AAAAAAAAAyo/XE7hyZmf_rU/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B12.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rygpf7dNE9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/jC5lqhPouPw/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393804274176978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rygpf7dNE9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/jC5lqhPouPw/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B14.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first saw this photo, I thought the background was of green bamboo sticks but then I realised it was a (terracotta??) house and I was like wow. And I just loved how the ad team/graphic designer made it look as though the model appeared on two sides of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shanghaitang.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127394895195870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygqfbdNE-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/8t8UI-YfmY8/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B19.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This type of building I have seen in many areas of Shanghai and it's just lovely. I love the feel that I get when I see architecture that I adore and am inspired by. Especially those with an ancient feel. . . The history behind it. It's amazing. I can imagine myself living in one these, perhaps a small flat inside, very cosy and at the same time very dark. But I will light it up and make the flat feel exquisite and exotic like the building itself. It would be great fun to decorate the interior of this building. I would love to do that. Oh!! =D *wishful thinking though...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygqfbdNE_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/luG19UEQJoU/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127394895195870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygqfbdNE_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/luG19UEQJoU/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B17.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygqhbdNFAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tRj9pf4gL1w/s1600-h/Shanghai+Tang+Spring+2007+-+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127394929555608578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygqhbdNFAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tRj9pf4gL1w/s400/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B16.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this photo, the pink against the grey. The model against the satellite has such a huge effect on me and I'm not sure why. (o'.'o) It just looks . . . stunning.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you see why? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if only I knew who came up with the idea for the photoshoot and who the photographer was. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-5367885484429918023?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5367885484429918023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5367885484429918023&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5367885484429918023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5367885484429918023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/shanghai.html' title='shanghai tang'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RygolbdNE0I/AAAAAAAAAxo/u_vHrSXN6_0/s72-c/Shanghai%252BTang%252BSpring%252B2007%252B-%252B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-4425767464285767920</id><published>2007-10-28T18:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:50.199+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour me in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'>please draw me pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;"여행기 (旅行記)- travel log" {kpop}&lt;br /&gt;dbsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... after three days of sleepless nights (&lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-habit.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;once again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&lt;") from trying to finish my 2000 word essay - finally, one week of holiday to study for my upcoming university exams (aka &lt;strong&gt;STUVAC&lt;/strong&gt;)but lol, instead of studying like I should be, here I am blogging away. ^^ Yes indeed. I've been trying to catch up on sleep the whole day yesterday and I just had a four hour nap (yes, a nap =p) and yet, my eyes still seem to be pulsating quickly and I feel as though my eyes are going to explode any minute. It's horrid but that is not the point of this blog. lol!! xD I must say I have a good reason to blog. The reason is that I have been inspired by an amazing artist whom I would like to share with you all!! Perhaps you have heard of her or seen her artworks in advertisements, campaigns, clubs, cd covers or the gallery itself. Who is this she? Ahhh... let me introduce you to: &lt;a href="http://www.stinapersson.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;STINA PERRSON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stina Perrson, an illustrator based in &lt;strong&gt;Stockholm&lt;/strong&gt;, has studied and worked in &lt;strong&gt;New York, Florence, Tokyo, Lund&lt;/strong&gt; and in her own country, &lt;strong&gt;Sweden&lt;/strong&gt;. An artist who works with ink, acrylics, watercolour, photographs, gouache and paper - her designs have been sought after and used by some of the biggest companies such as &lt;strong&gt;Harper's Bazzaar, Coca Cola, Sony Music, DKNY, Face Boutique, Vogue Nippon &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; American Eagle Outfitters&lt;/strong&gt; just to name a few. And who wouldn't want to use her designs??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I, for one, would love to use her designs to adorn the walls of my house. If I could, I would give all my money to her and buy all her artworks!! =D With such an incredible portfolio, here are some of my favourites: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watercolour&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmqrdNEWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Pmb6VPSBXDQ/s1600-h/24_big-glitter01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126264790516044130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmqrdNEWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Pmb6VPSBXDQ/s400/24_big-glitter01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrLdNEXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/nWuJTjE4AoQ/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater15_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126264799105978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrLdNEXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/nWuJTjE4AoQ/s400/24_stinaperssonwater15_v2.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrLdNEYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wFu7vQ7TYSk/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater22_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126264799105978754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrLdNEYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wFu7vQ7TYSk/s400/24_stinaperssonwater22_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't the above picture gorgeous? I think those birds are doves and this photo just gives me such a peaceful, accepting feeling... and I think of the concept of world peace; death and life; shadows and hope. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrbdNEZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/n94nXq30n3w/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126264803400946066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrbdNEZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/n94nXq30n3w/s400/24_stinaperssonwater24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrrdNEaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_gi9q_Sz9cM/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater25_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126264807695913378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmrrdNEaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_gi9q_Sz9cM/s400/24_stinaperssonwater25_v2.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFbdNEbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/F6sUOoDssRE/s1600-h/24_stinaperssonwater26_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126265250077544882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFbdNEbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/F6sUOoDssRE/s400/24_stinaperssonwater26_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Photo Incorporated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126268132000600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQptLdNEmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Pz9RWGEUwLA/s400/22_stinaperssonphoto02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed that her portfolio does not incorporate a lot of photographs and I couldn't really point out one that I liked especially. So I just chose a piece that I thought looked the best which is the one above. I just really like the patch across the model's eye and how it drips down like a stream of tears or like blood . . . (o'.'o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cut Paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFbdNEcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/W2tfsm4JYyc/s1600-h/23_stinaperssonpaper01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126265250077544898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFbdNEcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/W2tfsm4JYyc/s400/23_stinaperssonpaper01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this photo and the first thing that came to my mind was cocktails/mocktails. I think it's the blue flower and the yellow background. So cheerful, like a holiday in Hawaii on somewhere exotic with palm trees and little wooden huts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFrdNEdI/AAAAAAAAAus/n94PKRgRuYo/s1600-h/23_stinaperssonpaper07_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126265254372512210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQnFrdNEdI/AAAAAAAAAus/n94PKRgRuYo/s400/23_stinaperssonpaper07_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoDrdNEeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/O0tbvqQJhak/s1600-h/23_stinaperssonpaper10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266319524401634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoDrdNEeI/AAAAAAAAAu0/O0tbvqQJhak/s400/23_stinaperssonpaper10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoD7dNEfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ALwrQyF8Akc/s1600-h/23_stinaperssonpaper11_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266323819368946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoD7dNEfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ALwrQyF8Akc/s400/23_stinaperssonpaper11_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoD7dNEgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zlPEWJs6f_E/s1600-h/23_stinaperssonpaper12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266323819368962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoD7dNEgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zlPEWJs6f_E/s400/23_stinaperssonpaper12.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Edgy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoELdNEhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/-TQk_Zboets/s1600-h/6_stinaperssonedgy07_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126266328114336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoELdNEhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/-TQk_Zboets/s400/6_stinaperssonedgy07_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this photo!! The blue eyeshadow, the pink lips, the dark black hair, the swan-like neck... Actually, I'm not really sure what I like about this photo. . . It just stands out and I loved it just like that, without any true reason. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQoELdNEiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UzqJZjVMz8U/s1600-h/6_stinaperssonedgy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQpsrdNEjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YxS050Cb3HM/s1600-h/6_stinaperssonedgy06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126268123410666034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQpsrdNEjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YxS050Cb3HM/s400/6_stinaperssonedgy06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dress with the curls. This is one artwork I would love to display somewhere on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQps7dNEkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3Fs7tS5DgLo/s1600-h/6_stinaperssonedgy09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126268127705633346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQps7dNEkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3Fs7tS5DgLo/s400/6_stinaperssonedgy09.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126268127705633362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQps7dNElI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rzb86LDksEA/s400/6_stinaperssonedgy01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acrylics and ink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrHrdNEoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/qTvpeVCBARw/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126269686778761858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrHrdNEoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/qTvpeVCBARw/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrHrdNEpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/udafXYpKcwQ/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic08_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126269686778761874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrHrdNEpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/udafXYpKcwQ/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic08_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know me. I can't seem to resist food, especially croissants. Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrH7dNEqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HeWH-vNFs2g/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126269691073729186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrH7dNEqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HeWH-vNFs2g/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrH7dNErI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j5oxQM3u-aA/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126269691073729202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="397" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrH7dNErI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j5oxQM3u-aA/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic11.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrILdNEsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/sVC-63z-QkI/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic12_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126269695368696514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="348" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrILdNEsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/sVC-63z-QkI/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic12_v2.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrr7dNEtI/AAAAAAAAAws/J6ve74C9wBU/s1600-h/7_stinaperssonacrylic13_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126270309549019858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQrr7dNEtI/AAAAAAAAAws/J6ve74C9wBU/s400/7_stinaperssonacrylic13_v2.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Perrson definitely knows how to find "the right balance between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the edgy and the elegant, the raw and the beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” Don't you think?? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-4425767464285767920?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/4425767464285767920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=4425767464285767920&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4425767464285767920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/4425767464285767920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-draw-me-pretty.html' title='please draw me pretty'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RyQmqrdNEWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Pmb6VPSBXDQ/s72-c/24_big-glitter01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-5651699066198889982</id><published>2007-10-23T23:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:52.544+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>snow white in the woods [part ii]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"sexy love (remix)" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ne yo ft. candace jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx1UAktEdFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bifmhawJUkw/s1600-h/#21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124344319846937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx1UAktEdFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bifmhawJUkw/s400/%2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;They all had ran away, taking different paths.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and her friends ran and ran until they reached a beautiful fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx1Rw0tEdEI/AAAAAAAAArs/ec1ddI_gRO4/s1600-h/[201007]+fairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124341850240742466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx1Rw0tEdEI/AAAAAAAAArs/ec1ddI_gRO4/s400/%5B201007%5D+fairytale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they stopped to eat to their tummies' content whilst laughing away at the lamest jokes one could possibly ever hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quinn: What do you call a cup that's half full? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susan: A cup that's half full? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quinn: How did you know the answer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quinn: What do you call a crazy astronaut?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Us: ........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quinn: A nut-stronaut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faaiza: There was this man and he was lying down on his bed looking up. . . Then suddenly, he realized 'Where's my roof?' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get it? hahahahaah!! Oh we were (are??) so sad. (o'.'o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3EtEdII/AAAAAAAAAsE/lTqeX3UUoKM/s1600-h/[231007]+backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124461804382352514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3EtEdII/AAAAAAAAAsE/lTqeX3UUoKM/s400/%5B231007%5D+backyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3UtEdJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NVAwhXy7fP0/s1600-h/[231007]+chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124461808677319826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3UtEdJI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NVAwhXy7fP0/s400/%5B231007%5D+chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3UtEdKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KahtrSua3Sg/s1600-h/[231007]+lawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124461808677319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3UtEdKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KahtrSua3Sg/s400/%5B231007%5D+lawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3ktEdLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4-8C2GgUOwU/s1600-h/[231007]+backyard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124461812972287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-3ktEdLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/4-8C2GgUOwU/s400/%5B231007%5D+backyard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-30tEdMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/KmC9J51LkVM/s1600-h/[231007]+ships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124461817267254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx2-30tEdMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/KmC9J51LkVM/s400/%5B231007%5D+ships.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3FbktEdNI/AAAAAAAAAss/M0KknOiIXbQ/s1600-h/[231007]+bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124469028517344466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3FbktEdNI/AAAAAAAAAss/M0KknOiIXbQ/s400/%5B231007%5D+bamboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our tummies full and satisfied, off we went to the sea sea sea!! And from there, pretending to be &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Titanic&lt;/strong&gt;, we stood at the steps of the &lt;strong&gt;Opera House&lt;/strong&gt; with our eyes closed tight, feeling the breeze rush past us that sent us shivers. But it seemed that the shivers were the cause of the wind but mother nature herself . . . And quickly we all ran into the Opera House in search of a bathroom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xd0tEdOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/go2W-WziuDk/s1600-h/[231007]+the+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517445683672290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xd0tEdOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/go2W-WziuDk/s400/%5B231007%5D+the+sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xeEtEdPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iBpViDr6U6g/s1600-h/[231007]+opera+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517449978639602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xeEtEdPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/iBpViDr6U6g/s400/%5B231007%5D+opera+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xektEdQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Af076LCv0RI/s1600-h/[231007]+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517458568574210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xektEdQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Af076LCv0RI/s400/%5B231007%5D+bags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xe0tEdRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-H-jWPjP9xg/s1600-h/[231007]+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517462863541522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx3xe0tEdRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-H-jWPjP9xg/s400/%5B231007%5D+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38kktEdSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fp4NNy9CFbM/s1600-h/[231007]+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124529656275694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38kktEdSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fp4NNy9CFbM/s400/%5B231007%5D+stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38k0tEdTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_sA7IR8zxQg/s1600-h/[231007]+toilet+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124529660570662194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38k0tEdTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_sA7IR8zxQg/s400/%5B231007%5D+toilet+rolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38k0tEdUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/g3Hb5ENnJh0/s1600-h/[231007]+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124529660570662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38k0tEdUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/g3Hb5ENnJh0/s400/%5B231007%5D+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, they decided to head home. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38lEtEdVI/AAAAAAAAAts/nsl0espQeQA/s1600-h/[231007]+breathless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124529664865629522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx38lEtEdVI/AAAAAAAAAts/nsl0espQeQA/s400/%5B231007%5D+breathless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end. &lt;/p&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/7446275931593484533-5651699066198889982?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/5651699066198889982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=5651699066198889982&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5651699066198889982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/5651699066198889982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/snow-white-in-woods-part-ii.html' title='snow white in the woods [part ii]'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rx1UAktEdFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bifmhawJUkw/s72-c/%2321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-4972323453708034159</id><published>2007-10-20T09:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:55.138+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>snow white in the woods [part i]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"train wreck" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;elliot yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxieP0tEc-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Qe-Q8rPBikc/s1600-h/#20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123018570816844770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxieP0tEc-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/Qe-Q8rPBikc/s400/%2320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time on a Wednseday morning. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday had been a day full of bats, plants, flowers, laughter, lame jokes, tired feet and plenty of photo-ops (as I had &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-habit.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;promised&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) at the Royal Botanic gardens!! So the day had started off with a 9:00am lecture and an hour later, my four friends and I darted off to the &lt;strong&gt;Redfern&lt;/strong&gt; train station to head off to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Royal Botanic Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to attend an excursion for one of our unit of studies: &lt;strong&gt;LIVING SYSTEMS&lt;/strong&gt;. This time, instead of dissecting a rat in a laboratory like last week (lol!! It sounds disgusting but it was amazing to sort through its bloody guts and intestines...^.~), it was to be a day of observing and studying plants but this excursion turned out to be observing and mucking around for alas, nothing went through into my head but a few random facts here and there . . . kekeke! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be that whenever my friends and I attend a &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/08/breathless.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;uni excursion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we will always somehow get lost going there...lol! Yes, indeed - I think I should buy a GPS. ^^ Now, I've wondered into the Royal Botanic Gardens many, many times but to go to a specific place located in the garden is like searching your way through a labyrinth. &gt;&lt;" We found ourselves being greeted by this huge glass pyramid and let me tell you, the feeling that I got was very weird. I'm not sure how to describe it. Do you guys know that sudden climax music that movies put on whenever a crew/individual suddenly comes across something that they've been searching for so long, something so amazing and yet, something so dangerous and intimidating?? It was a thumping, exciting and scary feeling. A sudden overwhelming feeling. (o'.'o) My mouth had gaped open - "open wide, let a fly come inside . . . " hahaha!! eww!! xD &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122666752865760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdeRUtEczI/AAAAAAAAApk/PDqGclfqXIQ/s400/%5B201007%5D+grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxdb6EtEcyI/AAAAAAAAApc/aj92xeQFr7k/s1600-h/[201007]+PYRAMID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122664154410545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxdb6EtEcyI/AAAAAAAAApc/aj92xeQFr7k/s400/%5B201007%5D+PYRAMID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdjyEtEc0I/AAAAAAAAAps/CEzgttlERR4/s1600-h/[201007]+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122672813064614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdjyEtEc0I/AAAAAAAAAps/CEzgttlERR4/s400/%5B201007%5D+path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdjyUtEc1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/AkOoHI58d68/s1600-h/[201007]+canopy+of+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122672817359582034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdjyUtEc1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/AkOoHI58d68/s400/%5B201007%5D+canopy+of+trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But nevermind, we eventually found the way to the meeting place: the &lt;strong&gt;fernary&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdYW0tEcxI/AAAAAAAAApU/EkX6b3SHARo/s1600-h/[201007]+fernary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122660250285273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxdYW0tEcxI/AAAAAAAAApU/EkX6b3SHARo/s400/%5B201007%5D+fernary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the excursion started. . . with the five of us being 10minutes late but it was all good. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the next stop was the fig tree. I always remember the most random and queer facts and often, the most irrelevant. However, this random fact may be relevant to you - kekeke. Did you know that a fig's crunchiness is due to insects' exoskeletons?? So, basically, when you eat figs, you're eating the exoskeletons of insects (which I think may explain the bitter part of figs). hahaha!! After our tutor &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt; told us that, he snapped a fig off the tree and just ate it. Ahh...I bet it must have tasted delicious. kekeke. =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhPTUtEc2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4HceKN0P-58/s1600-h/[201007]+fig+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122931769527792482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhPTUtEc2I/AAAAAAAAAp8/4HceKN0P-58/s400/%5B201007%5D+fig+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhPTktEc3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/XyvWx6v0osE/s1600-h/[201007]+figs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122931773822759794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhPTktEc3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/XyvWx6v0osE/s400/%5B201007%5D+figs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We zoomed past so many different types of vegetation and oh how my legs were sore then and there! I complain and whinge easily (sssh ^.~) especially when it comes to any sort of exercise. And climbing up and down hills is one of them. lol! &lt;strong&gt;Faaiza, Quinn &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Susan&lt;/strong&gt; were laughing at me because a few weeks ago, I had tried to persuade them to use a different route in uni so that we didn't have to climb a 1 metre hill (that takes aproximately 5 steps to do =p) because climbing is so painful. lol!! And there I was, climbing everywhere at the Royal Botanic Gardens. Aye yi yi. =.=" Indeed, I am a horrible lazy girl. hahaha!! But I really enjoyed the excursion nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhafktEc4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/iXLIv3JW_J4/s1600-h/[201007]+cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122944074609095554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhafktEc4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/iXLIv3JW_J4/s400/%5B201007%5D+cactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhaf0tEc5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/nHvRjYDL0GQ/s1600-h/[201007]+spikey+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122944078904062866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhaf0tEc5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/nHvRjYDL0GQ/s400/%5B201007%5D+spikey+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhaf0tEc6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2TW5Vg9UQQc/s1600-h/[201007]+pathway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122944078904062882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhaf0tEc6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/2TW5Vg9UQQc/s400/%5B201007%5D+pathway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhht0tEc7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/t_lIRvwSUGA/s1600-h/[201007]+pink+bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122952016003625906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhht0tEc7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/t_lIRvwSUGA/s400/%5B201007%5D+pink+bells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhht0tEc8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/E7-LhIzgGqM/s1600-h/[201007]+gardenhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122952016003625922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/Rxhht0tEc8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/E7-LhIzgGqM/s400/%5B201007%5D+gardenhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhhuEtEc9I/AAAAAAAAAq0/e5OwUrq2G84/s1600-h/[201007]+pretty+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122952020298593234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxhhuEtEc9I/AAAAAAAAAq0/e5OwUrq2G84/s400/%5B201007%5D+pretty+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the excursion, we found ourselves swamped with bats. Okay, not swamped. But covered with bats. Okay, not covered - that's not a proper description...I think. (o'.'o) There were bats sleeping and/or dangling an/or flying everywhere, from one branch to another; from tree to tree, high above our heads. Oh! Lol!! I was such a silly girl for being so afraid. One, I was afraid of them attacking me because I happen to attract bees (so I assume I smell sweet all the time - hahahaha!! ^.~) and two, I was afraid of them pooping on my head. And I wasn't the only one who was afraid of bat poop. hahaha! Most of us had our paper/notes held above our heads. Oh, such a funny sight. =p And the funny thing was, if you had filmed us at the garden, added a few eerie music/sounds - we would of made a great modern horror film. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBUtEc_I/AAAAAAAAArE/D1dWhcf_QUg/s1600-h/[201007]+forbidden+forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123363568359863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBUtEc_I/AAAAAAAAArE/D1dWhcf_QUg/s400/%5B201007%5D+forbidden+forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBUtEdAI/AAAAAAAAArM/u-0NSvQBgoQ/s1600-h/[201007]+scary+tree!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123363568359863298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBUtEdAI/AAAAAAAAArM/u-0NSvQBgoQ/s400/%5B201007%5D+scary+tree!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBktEdBI/AAAAAAAAArU/zlYSN7gLfMM/s1600-h/[201007]+bat+poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123363572654830610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYBktEdBI/AAAAAAAAArU/zlYSN7gLfMM/s400/%5B201007%5D+bat+poo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYCEtEdCI/AAAAAAAAArc/WAPHlaDnX10/s1600-h/[201007]+bats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123363581244765218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnYCEtEdCI/AAAAAAAAArc/WAPHlaDnX10/s400/%5B201007%5D+bats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnqKUtEdDI/AAAAAAAAArk/RkssqeWDIb4/s1600-h/[201007]+BATMAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123383514187985970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxnqKUtEdDI/AAAAAAAAArk/RkssqeWDIb4/s400/%5B201007%5D+BATMAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued. . .&lt;/em&gt; 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&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ft. verbal jint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSKtUtEcnI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j0yvVslSc98/s1600-h/#19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121871187483587186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSKtUtEcnI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j0yvVslSc98/s400/%2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start my entry, I warn you - my mind is still a bit ... funny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgive me for the lack of posts for the past few days. Indeed, I apologise for the short hiatus. Let's say it was all due to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the art of procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... lol. xD Things haven't been going too great with the overload of uni work - assessments and exams. Urgh. &gt;&lt;" They are such revolting things and I guess it explains why I try to stay as far away from them as possible and consequently, this also explains my cravings for late night snacks, my rapid increase in diameter, runny red nose from sniffing (unconsciously) ancient textbooks on theorists (such as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Piaget&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Freud&lt;/span&gt;) and deep black eye bags from staring at the computer screen too long... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDp0tEciI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yuVYXZqcbQo/s1600-h/[161007]+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121863430772650530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDp0tEciI/AAAAAAAAAnc/yuVYXZqcbQo/s320/%5B161007%5D+ice+cream.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see , I was going through a sugar coma during the whole week and last night was no exception. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i ate ice cream and then i ate . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDqUtEcjI/AAAAAAAAAnk/QISxzWHIYLI/s1600-h/[161007]+choc+chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121863439362585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDqUtEcjI/AAAAAAAAAnk/QISxzWHIYLI/s320/%5B161007%5D+choc+chip.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDqktEckI/AAAAAAAAAns/kgCYZrcVnbE/s1600-h/[161007]+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121863443657552450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDqktEckI/AAAAAAAAAns/kgCYZrcVnbE/s320/%5B161007%5D+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSLOUtEcoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Q-yIRgGOaRg/s1600-h/[161007]+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121871754419270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSLOUtEcoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Q-yIRgGOaRg/s400/%5B161007%5D+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then i ate . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDrEtEclI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TxdAZo6wHnI/s1600-h/[161007]noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121863452247487058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDrEtEclI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TxdAZo6wHnI/s320/%5B161007%5Dnoodles.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDrEtEcmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fDmGTZqrJgk/s1600-h/[161007]+all+finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121863452247487074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSDrEtEcmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fDmGTZqrJgk/s320/%5B161007%5D+all+finished.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSLOktEcpI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gwWBaYHtwa4/s1600-h/[161007]+chicken+essence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121871758714237586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSLOktEcpI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gwWBaYHtwa4/s400/%5B161007%5D+chicken+essence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then i drank this whole bottle of chicken essence regardless of the taste because you don't want your mum's love to go to waste. I had felt horribly guilty for leaving mum so anxious about my health, especially for her having woken up at 2:50am in the morning!! Of course I told her to go back to sleep again. ^^ love you marmee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then I ate . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSMFEtEcqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sRpm4ebPmNw/s1600-h/[161007]+ice+cream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121872695017108130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSMFEtEcqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sRpm4ebPmNw/s320/%5B161007%5D+ice+cream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... ice cream again. As everyone knows, desert is always saved to last. =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah yes, procrastination. What an awful thing it is. Lol!! Yes, it is dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;University of Sydney&lt;/span&gt;, procrastination, or avoiding doing a task, occurs among many students and has been shown to cause significant problems for more than 60% of students in any given semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional or mild procrastination is normal. But for some students, procrastination becomes a chronic habit. And for me, it is definitely a bad habit.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And so you'll wonder, what makes me a chronic procrastinator? (o'.'o) Well, my uni says I am one because I: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid work, despite mounting anxiety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;put myself under unbearable last minute pressure (I just experienced that again yesterday night), or fail to submit in time (okay I've never failed to submit work in time...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So if you've replied "me too" to those points above, I would like to give you a big hug ^^ because oh dearest me, I know what pain; torture; anxiety and stress you've been through!! *sighs* &gt;.&lt;" Oh dearest me. I feel so inadequate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I had happened to pass by one of these pamphlets that offer &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;procrastination counseling services&lt;/span&gt; and ah yes, there I was, pondering over whether I should try to attend a course. My dear friend &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt; offered to accompany me if I wished to do so but lol, Susan is one of those students who you'll always find prepared and ready to go. She's just one of those students whom I admire so much.  And as for me, lol! Yeah right. ^.~ Indeed, I am a bad influence upon my friend/s. kekeke. You know I love you guys. ^^ I can't help it, I get distracted so easily and when you've been reading too much psychology and biology books (as I have been of late) - your brain just tends to tell you that you are an idiot because you can't even help yourself and yet here you are, trying to analyse other people's minds and bodies... =.=" Bleh. kekeke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have learnt something very significant from the pamphlet... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There are 3 types of procrastination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;: such as watching hours of television, even though there is nothing on, spending excessive time checking emails or on ebay and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Productive procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;: this includes works that makes you feel that you have achieved something, even if it is not at all related to uni, such as cleaning hte fridge. You do not feel that you can leave the house ("I am supposed to be studying") however you're not actually getting any work done at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advanced procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;: work that seems related to the task but is not aactually assisting you get the task itself done. For example, spending hours in the library looking for the "perfect reference" or searching for every article written on the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;[/&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I happen to be in between "Basic procrastination" and "Productive procrastination." Which one are you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSMFUtEcrI/AAAAAAAAAok/sDfvzEAOff8/s1600-h/[161007]+cluttered+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121872699312075442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSMFUtEcrI/AAAAAAAAAok/sDfvzEAOff8/s320/%5B161007%5D+cluttered+desk.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel that I must preach for I definitely do not wish you to undergo the horrible experiences I have had thanks to procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once you have identified when you are procrastinating you need to look at your task approach and how you manage thoughts and feelings about study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Time and task management:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;li&gt;break the task down into a series of smaller chunks. attack any chunk. Don't you feel you have to start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reward yourself for finishing each chunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;take regular breaks from study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do physical exercise such as going for a walk when you take breaks or do some simple stretches in your room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;work at times of the day which are most productive for you. Are more alert in the morning or night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organise your environment to help you study. Eg. tidying your room, collecting the resources you need and saying "no" to distractions, such as phone calls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start to draft early. The hardest part of any task of ten the beginning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;/quote&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Um. I try, oh gosh, I do try because I just get distracted easily... (o'.'o) Oh what to do, what to do??.... I know I should change this bad habit of mine. But bad habits die old...No, that's just an excuse! I promise that I will try harder! *pumps fist* GO SABRINA - GO GO GO!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Meanwhile, right now it's all good because I have finally managed to get rid (finish) four assignments and one exam! Now, 4 more exams to go and one huge assignment (worth 75% - isn't that crazy??) to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Ah yes, clearly I am still stressing and my head is still spinning with assessments, word limits, criterias and so forth. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSPREtEcuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lCpYWvVu6MQ/s1600-h/[161007]+laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121876199710421730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSPREtEcuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/lCpYWvVu6MQ/s400/%5B161007%5D+laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSPhUtEcvI/AAAAAAAAApE/5ocB5CBlRxA/s1600-h/[051007]+clothes+on+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121876478883295986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="326" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSPhUtEcvI/AAAAAAAAApE/5ocB5CBlRxA/s400/%5B051007%5D+clothes+on+table.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;Meanwhile, I apologise for my lack of photos lately. Life has been so busy but I promise you there will be more photos coming up soon! I promise, I promise! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition, for those who are in the &lt;strong&gt;southern hemisphere&lt;/strong&gt;, don't forget to drink plenty of water and don't forget to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;slip slop slap&lt;/span&gt; in this hot, stuffy weather. And those in the &lt;strong&gt;northern hemisphere&lt;/strong&gt;, please stay warm and be happy although the weather may seem to be miserable. ^^&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/7446275931593484533-3849870132079202291?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/3849870132079202291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=3849870132079202291&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3849870132079202291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/3849870132079202291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-habit.html' title='bad habit'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RxSKtUtEcnI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j0yvVslSc98/s72-c/%2319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-8813823701506425006</id><published>2007-10-08T22:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:40:59.681+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><title type='text'>fascinating creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Go ahead (Boyfriend)" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember last week when I posted about &lt;a href="http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/nana.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s love for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vivienne Westwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?? Well, now allow me to post about my love for Vivienne Westwood. She is one of the most talented designers that I know, so electic and eccentric and absolutely the edge! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnVZKMdxpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6mTJFDPF1dU/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118857079693362834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnVZKMdxpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6mTJFDPF1dU/s400/thumbnail.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when I decided to view her &lt;strong&gt;Spring 2008 Ready to Wear Collection&lt;/strong&gt;, I was feeling esctatic and really excited to see the walking wardrobe after viewing her Spring Collection last year. But alas, when I first saw the collection - I thought it is true when they say "the higher the expectations, the larger the disappointment" or something along that line. I love Vivienne Westwood but although being a fan, there are times when I think - "&lt;em&gt;What &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; she thinking&lt;/em&gt;?" and "&lt;em&gt;What &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; I thinking&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But funny enough, when I was looking at this collection again for the fourth or fifth time - I thought again "&lt;em&gt;What &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; she thinking?&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;What &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; I thinking?&lt;/em&gt;" I love it! I love the collection (although there are bits and pieces where it's like 'urgh' but that always happen). Vivienne Westwood is a fascinating creature and designer! ^^&lt;/p&gt;And now, it's your turn. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnUQaMdxnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-8NKHDlOCYY/s1600-h/sofia+bartos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855829857879666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnUQaMdxnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-8NKHDlOCYY/s400/sofia+bartos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this look. A messy yet structured blend between the formal and the ... I think I'm lost for words... but I could never wear this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnUQqMdxoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/k6gzsokChUg/s1600-h/Svetlana+Lazareva+(IMG).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855834152846978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnUQqMdxoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/k6gzsokChUg/s400/Svetlana+Lazareva+(IMG).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just reminds me of the Elizabethan age. Perhaps its the hair or the lips or just the whiteness of the face. Or perhaps it's the pink dress, draped softly across the shoulders and down. However, once again, I think it would only look good if the skirt was puffed up and billowy like it is in the picture. If it was straight down and draped over the legs like a pencil skirt kinda-thing - ... I'm not too sure...maybe??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT26MdxiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DHA_f0GbWig/s1600-h/00580m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855391771215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT26MdxiI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DHA_f0GbWig/s400/00580m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please, I urge you - get rid of the white veil and then everything will be okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3KMdxjI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZkJaSrCQA-0/s1600-h/Alex+Sandor+(METROPOLITAN).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855396066182706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3KMdxjI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZkJaSrCQA-0/s400/Alex+Sandor+(METROPOLITAN).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this was really simple compared to the rest of Vivienne Westwood's outfits and it really surprised me because I always imagine her oufits to be a more rock and edge. This is so feminine and I can't stop falling in love with this simple frock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3KMdxkI/AAAAAAAAAms/yTcGGvk1zA4/s1600-h/elena+sudakova+(city).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855396066182722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3KMdxkI/AAAAAAAAAms/yTcGGvk1zA4/s400/elena+sudakova+(city).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hat reminds me of Titanic - you know the bit where Rose steps out of the car (amazing beautiful car by the way - which I really want! =p) ? Well I really like this outfit as well. Lol. I know - I seem to be liking every outfit so far. You can't blame me. It's beautiful and this outfit just screams sophistication! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3aMdxlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/f9ltrRi-YpU/s1600-h/Mina+Cvetkovic+(WOMEN).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855400361150034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3aMdxlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/f9ltrRi-YpU/s400/Mina+Cvetkovic+(WOMEN).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urgh...I'm not so sure about that hair or the makeup. It's scary! &gt;&lt;" But it's okay, the dress makes up for it don't you think? The golden colour is gorgeous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3aMdxmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zdg4bgvI1Rs/s1600-h/paulina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118855400361150050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnT3aMdxmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zdg4bgvI1Rs/s400/paulina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh! When I first saw this outfit, I thought what is up with that nappy on the girl's head?? It looks horrible! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYKMdxdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JHsnGwhdiX0/s1600-h/00400m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854863490237906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYKMdxdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JHsnGwhdiX0/s400/00400m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so this is another dress that I adore. How can you not? That colour, the style - it's so me minus the headgear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYKMdxeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2h2yfGhDVSc/s1600-h/00430m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854863490237922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYKMdxeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/2h2yfGhDVSc/s400/00430m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um...??? No?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxfI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5W11EqvO0Og/s1600-h/00490m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854867785205234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxfI/AAAAAAAAAmE/5W11EqvO0Og/s400/00490m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure whether this girl is walking slanted or whether her breasts are wonked - gosh, I sound absolutely wretched for saying that. (o'.'o) So...moving on, the green pattern reminded me of a mermaid and although I'm not sure whether you can really wear this out onto the street just like that, I really wanted to show this to you just because I love mermaids. not because i like the top. =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/L7ZbAbhlB9Y/s1600-h/00540m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854867785205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxgI/AAAAAAAAAmM/L7ZbAbhlB9Y/s400/00540m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure my mum has this dress in fluro pink somewhere at the back of her wardrobe... The colour of the gloves and the dress together clash horrifically together but then again, i guess the outfit really pops and stands out in your eyes but still...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/25TPWOkqPEY/s1600-h/00560m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854867785205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnTYaMdxhI/AAAAAAAAAmU/25TPWOkqPEY/s400/00560m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaagh!! I love this!! It's so hot!! If &lt;strong&gt;Nana&lt;/strong&gt; was to get married, I think she would wear something like this as her wedding gown. =p Or perhaps in her concert when she's singing a love song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSy6MdxYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/08cCjeaPar0/s1600-h/00270m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854223540110722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSy6MdxYI/AAAAAAAAAlM/08cCjeaPar0/s400/00270m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feel like jogging in this? No thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzKMdxZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SleJOhHQU1I/s1600-h/00310m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854227835078034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzKMdxZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SleJOhHQU1I/s400/00310m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not too sure about the corset but I love the shirt/dress?? Well, I guess you can say I love the print and the look of those knee high socks with those gold strappy heels. If only I could carry the knee-high sock look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzKMdxaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/T_IN0nBlwPc/s1600-h/00350m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854227835078050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzKMdxaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/T_IN0nBlwPc/s400/00350m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This outfit is so nice and soft. It blends and flows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzaMdxbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xKqqCSCNBfk/s1600-h/00360m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854232130045362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzaMdxbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xKqqCSCNBfk/s400/00360m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore the silhouette/see-through outfit. Although I'm not too sure about it but focus on the cape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzaMdxcI/AAAAAAAAAls/KxaPs7cYYs8/s1600-h/00370m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118854232130045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnSzaMdxcI/AAAAAAAAAls/KxaPs7cYYs8/s400/00370m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky last. I want this dress!!My most desired dress out of the Vivienne Westwood Collection. Oh, please let it be MIINNNE! ... *wishful thinking* =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I believe I have gotten quite carried away, loading so many photos and commenting on every outfit (which I've never done before) but how can I resist Vivienne Westwood's allure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cotton candy = l♥ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-8813823701506425006?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/8813823701506425006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=8813823701506425006&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8813823701506425006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/8813823701506425006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/fascinating-creature.html' title='fascinating creature'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwnVZKMdxpI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6mTJFDPF1dU/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-6737950765322410101</id><published>2007-10-05T07:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:41:00.850+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the private world'/><title type='text'>bubble bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Take Control" {eng}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Amerie ft. Se7en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWMLKMdxQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pnTJsfOrQ8c/s1600-h/#18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117650674919523586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWMLKMdxQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pnTJsfOrQ8c/s400/%2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh!! Don't I procrastinate a not?!! &gt;&lt;" Oh dearest me. Uni has started once again, having resumed on Tuesday and oh! One week of holidays is just not enough, especially when you have your two younger sisters rubbing it in your face that they currently have two weeks of holidays. Out and about they go while I painfully try to hack away my assignments: essays, portfolios, reports, practicals...la dee la dee da from early morning to late at night. So here I am typing away at 7:30am in the morning trying to get my assignments finished. But once again, I am distracted...lol. =.=" But dearest me, I should not let you readers feel this pain so I'll be quiet now. =p . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clearly, I cannot keep my mouth shut. lol. =D My middle sister who is now relaxing away after her yearly exams recently bought two bathbombs - one for herself and one for me. lol!! What memories bathbombs bring! Let me procrastinate a little bit more and tell you a true story that happenned to me at the beginning of this year . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday, January 09, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't had a bath in ages. Okay, that sounded wrong. What I meant to say is, I haven’t had the pleasure of taking a bath in a bathtub for ages - that is, not since the age of 13. It's been showers everyday and I’ve accustomed myself to all body products. &lt;strong&gt;Shampoos, conditioners, soaps, shower gel, body wash, scrubs and exfoliators&lt;/strong&gt; - I know them all. After all, which girl does not? But, I - a "mature female teenager" (&lt;em&gt;cough cough&lt;/em&gt;) of 18 years is totally dumfounded upon the matter of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bath bombs and bath salts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Call me stupid or as I would like to say "clueless" - what is their purpose? Lol, I have never indulged in using bath bombs or shower salts and today was my first. Are they produced and only used for the purpose of fizzing away into the water and leaving you scented? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWcfKMdxTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/odfm0VM4L_4/s1600-h/244670332_079b29f69a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117668610702951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWcfKMdxTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/odfm0VM4L_4/s400/244670332_079b29f69a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWeYqMdxUI/AAAAAAAAAks/KYch3sH6Rt4/s1600-h/bathsalts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117670698057057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="363" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWeYqMdxUI/AAAAAAAAAks/KYch3sH6Rt4/s400/bathsalts2.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the pleasure of pondering this matter over a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bubble bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! A fantastic, exuberant, frothy bubble bath in a luxurious, clean, high-tech, modern bathtub with so many functions it made me feel a bit tad ancient. :p Regardless, it is a very nice bathtub! Lol. ^.~ And what is a bubble bath in a bathtub (for the first time in 5 years) without plunging in pretty and might I add expensive bath bombs and bath salts??...So I thought...lol. xD There were so many flavours and colours to choose! Strawberry, mango, grape, blueberry, white musk, moonflower, coconut...it was all you could desire all thanks (and to the expense) of my dearest and gorgeous cousin. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWceqMdxSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/EWORFI4_uyo/s1600-h/bathbombsmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117668602113017122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="359" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWceqMdxSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/EWORFI4_uyo/s400/bathbombsmain.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so I greedily desired all...so I had plunged in 3 bath bombs and sprinkled myself silly with bath salts of every colour I could lay my eyes on. For males ( I apologise for being sexist/stereotypical here) - if you do not know, bath bombs are huge! One would of ought to known one bath bomb was enough but yours truly (kekeke :p) could not resist the delight of seeing one bath bomb (smelling oh so nice! ^^) fizz rapidly away into the midsummer's cool(ing) water and colouring it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O.m.gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;fizz fizz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol! And so, here I am, with my baby sister sitting beside me, saying I smell like bananas. So I guess: &lt;strong&gt;moonflower+strawberry+white dusk+ pink crystals+blue sprinkles+green spinkles+purple spinkles = banana smell&lt;/strong&gt;.I love bananas but to be &lt;del&gt;scented&lt;/del&gt; odoured (is there such word?) with the smell of bananas is ...off. Lol. ^^ I wonder why the colour of the water did not turn yellow. It was a lovely pale pink. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The feel of taking a bubble bath (with bath bombs and bath salts) is oh very pleasant and exciting but the idea of &lt;strong&gt;floating in your dead skin&lt;/strong&gt; (urgh... &gt;&lt;") made me feel very...unpleasant and unhygenic. So I spoiled the romantic? Relaxed? Mood with a shower straight after. And yet, my sister here, still insists I smell like bananas. (o'.'o) lol. Indeed. So...the purpose of bath bombs and bath salts? Lol. I just googled it up on the net and results come up with: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bath bombs are scented ball which, when placed in a full bathtub, bubbles and fizzes, scenting and colouring the bath water. Bath bombs contain herbs and scents, used in aromatherapy, to give the same effect. Bath bombs are relaxing and therapeutic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." As for bath salts - they are "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;added to a bath, either to improve cleaning, provide a medical improvement, or to improve the experience of bathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." So was I meant to scrub myself with bath salts...?? (o'.'o) I just dissolved them in the water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWkGKMdxWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8d8Z8qr_ZQI/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117676977299244386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWkGKMdxWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8d8Z8qr_ZQI/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh.... Next time, I shall enjoy the bath bombs more for its "therapeutic" purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWkGaMdxXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BmLPPO7oUSE/s1600-h/51004444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117676981594211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="391" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWkGaMdxXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BmLPPO7oUSE/s400/51004444.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kekeke. lol. =P Nevertheless, my conclusion: bath bombs and bath salts are fun. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha! I remember having written this down in my journal right after I took my bubble bath because I was just so fascinated by my first hand experience with bath bombs and bath salts. lol. =p  Oh dearest me. I'm going to take another bath tonight!! ^^ I wonder whether one bath bomb will be enough?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWUDaMdxRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/kZxKlECmDfc/s1600-h/[051007]+bath+bombs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117659337868559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWUDaMdxRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/kZxKlECmDfc/s400/%5B051007%5D+bath+bombs.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of curiosity, do only females take bubble baths? (o'.'o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cotton candy = l♥ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446275931593484533-6737950765322410101?l=whimsical-delights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/feeds/6737950765322410101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7446275931593484533&amp;postID=6737950765322410101&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6737950765322410101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446275931593484533/posts/default/6737950765322410101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsical-delights.blogspot.com/2007/10/bubble-bath_05.html' title='bubble bath'/><author><name>cotton candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742869135958488928</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/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwWMLKMdxQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/pnTJsfOrQ8c/s72-c/%2318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446275931593484533.post-8931989507517309504</id><published>2007-10-01T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:41:02.744+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all things jap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am the paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirtatious mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime/manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films/dramas'/><title type='text'>NANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The jukebox plays my song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"사랑이 떠나다" - She's gone {kpop}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;super junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once upon a time, I had fallen in love. In love with a girl. Or should I say - I had fallen in love with 2 girls who happen to look the same and have similar personalities? Let me introduce you to the 2 girls of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nana Osaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uKMdxKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SiY3_9eS-Dk/s1600-h/normal_2~27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116294478866269346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uKMdxKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SiY3_9eS-Dk/s400/normal_2~27.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Mika Nakashima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uKMdxLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LQUiXBiusRA/s1600-h/normal_4~19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116294478866269362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uKMdxLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LQUiXBiusRA/s400/normal_4~19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still in love with these two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you could say, I'm in love with the singer &lt;strong&gt;Mika Nakashima&lt;/strong&gt; who plays the character: &lt;strong&gt;Nana Osaki&lt;/strong&gt; in the movie -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NANA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! xD So yes, the two above girls are the same girl. &lt;strong&gt;Mika=Nana&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nana = Mika&lt;/strong&gt;. She's gorgeous, don't you think?! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika is [&lt;em&gt;quote&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a japanese singer, model and actress from Japan. She dreamed of pursuing a singing career at a young age. She decided not to attend high school or college in order to pursue a music career. From the beginning, she had always used the logo of a lotus flower to represent her. One of her favorite brand of clothing is also &lt;strong&gt;Vivienne Westwood&lt;/strong&gt;. With so many similar traits to Nana O, Mika was almost destined to play this role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; [/&lt;em&gt;quote&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays Nana O in the manga-adapted movie titled Nana. lol. yes I know, I've repeated it so many times... hahaha xD. but i must say: it is a must see. NANA is a must see otherwise if you go to Japan not knowing what Nana is - you will be forever lost. Because I cannot be bothered to write you a movie review of Nana( well, really, its because im not great at writing movie reviews as I'm english-retarded =.= ), I decided to quote snippets once more with credits to &lt;strong&gt;wiki&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[quote] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two girls. The same age. The same name. Yet they couldn't be more different. One is a naive serial dater who always hooks up with the worst guys, the other a bitter rockette with a violent temper and a lonely past. They both move from their small-town homes to Tokyo, chasing their dreams of love, music, and self-discovery. Their fateful encounter changes their lives in ways they never imagined possible ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Nana Osaki" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nana_Osaki"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nana Osaki&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is a punk singer who wants to debut as soon as possible to leave her ex-boyfriend, &lt;strong&gt;Ren Honjo&lt;/strong&gt;, behind. Nana and Ren were in the same group once, but Ren was offered a chance to debut in tokyo as a replacement member of &lt;strong&gt;TRAPNEST&lt;/strong&gt;, a popular band. Nana had to choose between either going with Ren and being a groupie with the band, or staying with her own band. Realizing that following Ren would mean giving up her own dream to be a singer, she chose to cultivate her own band, &lt;strong&gt;BLACK STONES&lt;/strong&gt; (or &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt; for short).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Nana Komatsu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nana_Komatsu"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nana Komatsu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, the other Nana, is called &lt;strong&gt;Hachi&lt;/strong&gt; by everyone in the manga after she met Nana Osaki (as explained in the manga, to avoid confusion of their names). Nana described Hachi as a little puppy, very loyal to other people but demanding so much attention. She grew up in a sheltered suburban lifestyle in which she was treated as a child for much of her life. With a habit of falling in love at first sight, Hachi has always depended on other people to help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nana and Hachi meet in a train by chance and, after a string of coincidences having to do with the number seven, decide to live together in an apartment numbered 707 ("nana" is a homophone for "seven" in Japanese).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[/quote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uaMdxMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kZpgwuj6WqQ/s1600-h/poster4dq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116294483161236674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6uaMdxMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/kZpgwuj6WqQ/s400/poster4dq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is quite old - a year 2005 production, I think?? And since today was the last day of my holidays, I had decided to watch Nana again because I just cannot seem to get sick of it (there's also a Nana 2 but like most sequels - well...=.="). I wouldn't exactly call the movie fast paced but the music and fashion gets me so excited everytime! Must listen to &lt;strong&gt;Yuna Ito&lt;/strong&gt;'s (she's so gorgeous!) &lt;strong&gt;'Endless Story'&lt;/strong&gt;!! Must! When that song comes on during this scene (shown below on &lt;strong&gt;youtube&lt;/strong&gt;)....aww...It's so touching! So bittersweet, with the snippet of Nana turning away from her boyfriend and jumping off the train and down onto the white, white snow; her ruby red dress contrasting against the brilliant shade of white...Oh! Please do. You must watch it and you'll see what I mean. It's a gorgeous scene with a wonderful background song! Mmm...^^ It will definetly touch your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yMKxoES2ik" width="345" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is beside the point. &lt;u&gt;What I really want to talk about is the fashion!&lt;/u&gt; The fashion of Nana O. It is stunning and utterly breathtaking. Absolutely funkedelic. AAAGH!! If only I could carry off the look...(o'.'o). Hahahha!! Yeah right, let me lose 7829857kg first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dMXEYL1vCzk/s1600-h/normal_nanamika139kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116293894750717010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dMXEYL1vCzk/s400/normal_nanamika139kt.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pw_OptXlMU0/s1600-h/normal_nanamika111bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116293894750717026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pw_OptXlMU0/s400/normal_nanamika111bp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fohEiC0r0e4/s1600-h/normal_19~1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116293894750717042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MKMdxHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fohEiC0r0e4/s400/normal_19~1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MaMdxII/AAAAAAAAAjM/Kf0LuxkforY/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116293899045684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MaMdxII/AAAAAAAAAjM/Kf0LuxkforY/s400/image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MaMdxJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6NR7OLS1EYI/s1600-h/normal_nanamika100oa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116293899045684370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC6MaMdxJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6NR7OLS1EYI/s400/normal_nanamika100oa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This outfit is so HAWT! Just wonderful! You can see the outfit better in the video snippet below. Check out the snippet of this performance titled "&lt;strong&gt;Gorgeous Sky&lt;/strong&gt;" which is the theme song of Nana sung by Mika herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCqo8Ko0WEc" width="345" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC7NqMdxNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/90Fx90Ykn-0/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116295020032148690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwC7NqMdxNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/90Fx90Ykn-0/s400/ring.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you see the ring??!! The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;armour ring&lt;/span&gt; from Vivienne Westwood&lt;/strong&gt;. Once I become rich, this ring will be mine! I'm saving for one right now and once I go to Japan (hopefully next year - *fingers crossed*), this is the first thing that I'm going to get! Either a diamante armour ring or the plain silver version. Mmmm.... I've longed for it for over 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwGyHKMdxPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DGK7-8F7aE0/s1600-h/0000003000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116566487735059698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCK9NlKgOfU/RwGyHKMdxPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DGK7-8F7aE0/s400/0000003000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kekeke!! I want it so bad. =p *hint hint* lol! *wishful thinking*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana style = very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back to the music - sorry, I seem to be jumping from here and there...=.=" lol. *gasps* &lt;strong&gt;Yasu&lt;/strong&gt; (played by&lt;strong&gt; Tomoki Maruyama&lt;/strong&gt;), the drummer of blackstone is so hot! Although he's bold and he smokes (urgh) - he looks so hot with his black shades. That's right. I'm also in love with a bald man who
