<?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-6488570639997217494</id><updated>2012-01-15T11:39:41.489+08:00</updated><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Outlandish - Aisha'/><category term='A Goodbye'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Loves and Friends'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Taylors University College'/><category term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Confetti of Felicity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1133260766987003205</id><published>2012-01-15T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:39:41.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vampire Story</title><content type='html'>I am back on my regular routine, the one I had a few years ago :) Hello, Chictopia! I've seen a couple of similar pieces that I currently own. I love how you can mix &amp;amp; match your outfits without having to purchase a new piece simply to make it work &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy, when I'm off work, the only thing I look forward to is my bed. That's how much I miss sleeping and dazing in broad daylight! Bring back those schooling days! If I had the choice, I would choose to have 48 hours in a day and 24 hours of non-working hours! Only one can dream, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirque Du Freak on a Sunday morning, I've read the entire series of this story. There's a saying that goes, "Never watch a movie after you've read the book". I can relate, it's reckon that you read the entire series. Remember the mention of Mr. Tiny at the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of this movie? In the book(s), you'll find out more about him (Mr. Tiny), Harkat's origins and Darren's friend who desperately wants to be a vampire - well he did turn into one alright, unfortunately, he fell on the wrong side of the vampire world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find more about the author to the series here, &lt;a href="http://www.darrenshan.com/"&gt;Darren Shan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I think Darren's friend, Steve (that bad boy), is cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to my movie now. I wish they would follow the exact story line. It would be awesome if our imaginations could be brought to life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/darrenshan/images/9/9c/Cirque_du_freak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.wikia.com/darrenshan/images/9/9c/Cirque_du_freak.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1133260766987003205?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1133260766987003205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1133260766987003205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1133260766987003205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1133260766987003205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2012/01/vampire-story.html' title='A Vampire Story'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-9094729804496540668</id><published>2011-12-21T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:29:56.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross My Heart Another Day</title><content type='html'>That awkward dance move&lt;br /&gt;That two left feet on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;The many oblivious things you do that attracts me to you&lt;br /&gt;The many ways you find to crack lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;The way you always have your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;The way, the way I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away for a long time since I have my fingers dancing here. Boy, do I miss having to blog about my daily rambles of everything what nots :) Because this place hold sentimental values, it's been with me since I discovered my love for random&amp;nbsp;babbles! So, guess what has life like been ever since? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did,&lt;br /&gt;- I completed my life in University&lt;br /&gt;- I was left heartbroken but&amp;nbsp;I got over the pain and moved on&lt;br /&gt;- I climbed the invisible ladder,&lt;br /&gt;simply because I know I can do better&lt;br /&gt;- I adapted to change and made it my own&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY &lt;/i&gt;spring cleaned my closet! *gleee&lt;br /&gt;- I can officially spend on &lt;b&gt;my very own &lt;/b&gt;hard earned money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I enjoy keeping certain things secretive, simply because. Therefore, my place of work will be for me to know and for you to find out. On another note, I have a bunch of new obsessions. One of them would always and forever include my new love for shoes. I never knew I had the ability to hog the entire rack! *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas is around the corner. Has anyone made plans to travel? To shop? To be under the mistletoe? Okay fine, we had a teeny weeny Christmas celebration at the office - besides the free food, we received dope gifts. I adored my snowman thermo thingymajig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QA-N1aU4A8/TvH1n3MpTGI/AAAAAAAADv8/AWU3JgBldh4/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QA-N1aU4A8/TvH1n3MpTGI/AAAAAAAADv8/AWU3JgBldh4/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you new found friend! It's always fun to unwrap gift boxes! Why? Because you never know what you might find in it. Whether a tiny gift in a really big box. Or a potentially-recycled-gift. Or, something you might just love and adore! :) Well, it's always the thought that counts, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I always do. I do not blog pictures, hence - the words and the no-show of pictures. Well, you can always drop by my DA account for my photos! :) I can't promise you pretty pictures as I'm no pro, then again! You asked for it, you got it! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating away,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds above my head,&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine across my face,&lt;br /&gt;And all I can think of is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU_vgwollJg"&gt;Skyler Stonestreet - Dream Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I have been away for so long, here's a picture to end my post! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOo2h8sK9ak/TvH6lEfco1I/AAAAAAAADwE/2nGUa9s9A7k/s1600/IMG_3740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOo2h8sK9ak/TvH6lEfco1I/AAAAAAAADwE/2nGUa9s9A7k/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-9094729804496540668?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/9094729804496540668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=9094729804496540668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9094729804496540668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9094729804496540668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/12/cross-my-heart-another-day.html' title='Cross My Heart Another Day'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QA-N1aU4A8/TvH1n3MpTGI/AAAAAAAADv8/AWU3JgBldh4/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4179516381574268247</id><published>2011-08-31T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:28:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Busy You're Ugly Have a Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Maybe I was just being plain emotional when I wrote my last post. Yeah, proally was. I have friends commenting that my blog's sooo emo. What's wrong with that? I should maybe change the color of my background then. Milky pink maybe? Then I can have sparkles everytime your cursor moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW SMEXY IS THAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa. Anyhoots, last couple of weeks were a bunch of crappy PMS-ing week. Not that I was pms-ing or anything. My mind was loaded with to-dos and more to-dos somewhere deep inside me brains. BIG sigh. Yes, if you have not already know, I'm already of a certain age and is already off Daddy's allowance, so no, I'm no where near Daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watch much TV, only watch to catch Grey's Anatomy and The Glee Project. Don't chu dare effing judge me by the show I watch! One thing tho, the drama on Grey's Anatomy are sometimes too stressful to watch, seriously, the producing team are really good at keeping the viewers!! I mean, who sleeps around like that? "I'm depress, and Mr. Pretty Eyes comes along and confesses his likes for me - and the next think I know, we're in the shower making out". Gawd! How sexy is that? WAIT! That isn't my point, my point is....THAT'S HOW THEY KEEP US WATCHING! cause' I'm totally not rooting for those two shower duo to be together for long. Proally just FWB for now, I hope! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW SMEXY IS THAT?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;haa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I finally had the courage to paint my nails. hahahah! (How is that even serious? Dooood!). I just hope I will not leave smudge stains when I take a shower later because when that happens, I have the tendency to washed em' off and re-do them nails....few days later. haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Grace, your nails?! Clearly I have nothing better to talk about. Oh wait, I do! Scroll down, read through my previous post. Yes it was about a guy and no we are no where near in a relationship or anything complicated (me thinks!) Whatever, so he finally replied. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get emotional&lt;br /&gt;Let's just do it with sex&lt;br /&gt;Let's just stay friends&lt;br /&gt;Let's not keep "us" attached with strings &lt;br /&gt;Let's just forget what we said&lt;br /&gt;Let's just start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey stranger,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I cant' bring myself to take you in&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you're stuck alone in the cold&lt;br /&gt;This is my goodbye to your hello&lt;br /&gt;I once gave you everything I had&lt;br /&gt;I won't hate you for long&lt;br /&gt;But I will definitely remember my anger towards you&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna lie, this will be my first and last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his reply and mine. Depending on how your brain functions because they require reading between the lines. And no, whoever said this was about sex. -.- I said read BETWEEN THE LINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llus9nlNTb1qcd1l3o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llus9nlNTb1qcd1l3o1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch me run butt naked bitch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4179516381574268247?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4179516381574268247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4179516381574268247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4179516381574268247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4179516381574268247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-busy-youre-ugly-have-nice-day.html' title='I&apos;m Busy You&apos;re Ugly Have a Nice Day'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8153479389906025284</id><published>2011-08-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:07:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infidelity: Remember us?</title><content type='html'>I never could understand the truth behind those feelings&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to never love you fully&lt;br /&gt;Your sudden disappearance got me confused&lt;br /&gt;You left me high and dry&lt;br /&gt;Those thunderstorm nights we had together&lt;br /&gt;The daylight laughter you had given to me &lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing you gets stronger every day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe you're gone for good &lt;br /&gt;The fear of knowing the truth to your departure&lt;br /&gt;My harbored feelings will go&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this phase of forgetting you would be easier than painful&lt;br /&gt;The confusion, the heartbreaks,&lt;br /&gt;The infidelity I had with you was something I would never forget&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken will never be brought to life&lt;br /&gt;Your touches that will never be back &lt;br /&gt;That rhythm beat that will always linger in the air&lt;br /&gt;That bare space between us will I always long to fill&lt;br /&gt;Supposed we never ever met&lt;br /&gt;Supposed I never ever called you&lt;br /&gt;Supposed I kept singing love songs&lt;br /&gt;Just to stay on that familiar path &lt;br /&gt;The lesson that I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I could forget you in a heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/228/5/b/cup_of_tea_by_vampir16-d45y49o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/228/5/b/cup_of_tea_by_vampir16-d45y49o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was an update. Yes, I have the tendency to write about my emotions - because I'm sensitive like that! There was a saying that goes, "you'll never realize you had it until you lost it". True enough, I lost that one person whom had known me inside out, upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, I'm very sorry for what I said. I wish I could turn back time and change the way I said those things but I can't. What's done, is done. For future sake, I hope you had at least thought about me once in your life and, that you could eventually come around. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I really miss you, dummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8153479389906025284?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8153479389906025284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8153479389906025284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8153479389906025284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8153479389906025284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/08/infidelity-remember-us.html' title='Infidelity: Remember us?'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2530172751771046543</id><published>2011-07-09T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:15:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Curtain Fall</title><content type='html'>You make me feel all dirty and icky inside&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to make rough love to you&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to kick you hard enough for your to feel me&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel all crazy in love for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to be someone vulgar for you&lt;br /&gt;You just make me bad bitch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1qa1RmGW1qmtqpgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo1qa1RmGW1qmtqpgo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That! Was totally inappropriate for my blog, or is it? I'm feeling awesome and bad at the same time, so please be nice to me this time around. What did I say about an update soon? Well, although it did not exactly happen withing last couple of weeks but, hey! An update, is an update!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of awesome and bad, it's been a long time since I've logged on to my Facebook page - true enough, the news feed were flooding with updates I was already expecting to see! I'm not sure if I want to take any sides, judging by the amount of power every country's government has towards their society, I'm not quite sure I should have a say here. It may be different in Australia, yeah sure! With you marching around their country protesting on something happening here - I, I really do not see any logic there. Why? You ran out of balls to join the team here? So quit persuading everyone to be part of your team back there just because you aint' got no balls for a face-to-face confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I had just said but I'm hoping it's discreet enough for you readers to read between the line. You have NO IDEA how much trouble you had caused us! I'm sorry, if I were to have protest of complain about something, I weight the pros and cons - I do not just take a stupid move just so that I could have something better to do on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of anger and frustration just waiting to explode, but I chose to keep it to myself. Sensitive issues are definitely not something one should say out aloud. So, to hell with all these angers, I'm off to go &lt;b&gt;TRY &lt;/b&gt;to enjoy my weekend with a bunch of movies, least what I'm doing is clean! :) MUTHAFACKARS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all crap. I hate that everything is in such a mess right now. =( xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2530172751771046543?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2530172751771046543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2530172751771046543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2530172751771046543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2530172751771046543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-curtain-fall.html' title='The Last Curtain Fall'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4533966751471747795</id><published>2011-06-19T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:26:06.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bet Chu' Don't</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lack of updates these...months. I know I've been apologizing for the last what? 10 posts? Now that assignments are no longer in the way, I can now do whatever the fuck I want - I can even stay up late! haaa. Mehn, that was one childish remark. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, did I mention that I had been on an island vacation sometime back and another a few days ago? No? Well, I know I'd cursed bloggers who blogs with pictures but - since I have not been here for so long, figured it'd be good to upload a picture or two. Just so you can catch a glimpse of what I had experienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back with a good tan on my face -.- and awesome shoulder muscles yo! Ah yes, the beach boys were not bad. Tho, I much prefer the ones on my first island vacay! =) Without further a due, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll try not to go crazy with my uploads by keeping them few and speaks a thousand words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/142/4/a/we_haz_arrived_bitches_by_tipsydarlene-d3h07se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/142/4/a/we_haz_arrived_bitches_by_tipsydarlene-d3h07se.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/156/a/f/moving_on_by_tipsydarlene-d3i65g5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/156/a/f/moving_on_by_tipsydarlene-d3i65g5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqm5cEeUrqw/Tf2-JKq5ALI/AAAAAAAADvM/GIwY8fjT2zg/s1600/DSC00458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqm5cEeUrqw/Tf2-JKq5ALI/AAAAAAAADvM/GIwY8fjT2zg/s320/DSC00458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPHIT0wSTEo/Tf2-ZWEJtJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/sP-EziDvKHg/s1600/DSC00457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPHIT0wSTEo/Tf2-ZWEJtJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/sP-EziDvKHg/s320/DSC00457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satisfied? :) A couple of these were fresh from edits. You can see more on my DA gallery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not promoting, just saying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The bunch of us are officially missing the island already. I will not reveal where these places are, you just have to find them out on your own. Because I'm secretive, like that! I had not manage to snap many pictures of these beautiful places because I spent most of my time outdoor and I will never ever ever ever put my camera at risk! Having to drop a DSLR into the river was bad enough. =/ (Yeah, it happened long time ago!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until I can think of something smart to say, till then - please stay tune! I promise an update this week soon! And yes, I'll post up more updates on my next island vacation for the following year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4533966751471747795?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4533966751471747795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4533966751471747795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4533966751471747795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4533966751471747795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-bet-chu-dont.html' title='I Bet Chu&apos; Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqm5cEeUrqw/Tf2-JKq5ALI/AAAAAAAADvM/GIwY8fjT2zg/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5939413084670716424</id><published>2011-05-30T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:56:32.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/142/5/2/island_away_from_home_three_by_tipsydarlene-d3h089e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/142/5/2/island_away_from_home_three_by_tipsydarlene-d3h089e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could last the year&lt;br /&gt;We could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;We could pretend that we've never met&lt;br /&gt;Always, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression kills, depression hurts.&lt;br /&gt;What lies beneath is a series of chapters left unwritten,&lt;br /&gt;patience and kindness are not inspirations to her.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping her lips sealed because things might turn ugly otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk down Verona lane&lt;br /&gt;Memories, whispers, happiness and sorrow altogether,&lt;br /&gt;With my fingers trembling softly on each note,&lt;br /&gt;Conjuring up a series of rhythm made for you,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss my hands on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/128/2/d/can_i_haz_another_wish_by_tipsydarlene-d3fuo6u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/128/2/d/can_i_haz_another_wish_by_tipsydarlene-d3fuo6u.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when someone comes up to me and ask, what is love?&lt;br /&gt;I would say, love is something you cannot describe, something that will always be left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away for quite sometime, truth to be told - juggling 4 sites at the same time, and only updating 2 of them is not what I call consistent. My consistency in procrastinating has not changed one bit, always longing to relax and forget the world, always thinking of tomorrow that I wish would never come. Soon it will be the end to my everything and a beginning to my something, I can't decided if I'm anxiously looking forward to it. I would very much like to turn things around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient with my flaws, it will be all be angled right... soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5939413084670716424?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5939413084670716424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5939413084670716424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5939413084670716424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5939413084670716424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/05/crossing-bridges.html' title='Crossing Bridges'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4569777531665586012</id><published>2011-05-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:18:52.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! Big Spender!</title><content type='html'>Quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard this song on "GOT TO DANCE UK" (S2). I never knew Shirley Bassey's so hot back in those days. So here's she and her gorgeous dress, guess butt cleavage were a thing back then ehy? Sexay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/92luoiRJBVU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/92luoiRJBVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/92luoiRJBVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Notice how she moves that booty? HOT DAYM! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4569777531665586012?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4569777531665586012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4569777531665586012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4569777531665586012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4569777531665586012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-big-spender.html' title='HEY! Big Spender!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6833599484582018193</id><published>2011-04-02T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:03:09.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylors University College'/><title type='text'>Quit Complaining, It's Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people should  get over the bad traffic and lack of parking space in Taylor's  University College, I mean really? You travel all the way to campus only  to complain about the parking space. Doesn't that sound a lil' stupid  to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid alot for the course? Well, there are plenty of other colleges with the SAME course with larger parking spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  can't you park at Mentari and take a bus? Too stuffy? Then quit  complaining already. If not, why study in Taylors? DUMBSHIT! There's  always an option to come early to get a parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  would love to see you complain to your employer about the lack of  parking space at your work area in the future. p.s: Good luck with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because  after all, there will be more intake of students every damn year, what?  you expect them to build a building of parking space for you? Did it  not occur to you that the same problem might persist and the cycle of  complains might start over? Get Real! Earth to BIMBO please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of complaining, find a way to solve the problem on your own. Like, arriving in a shuttle bus or a cab, you have the brains &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(everyone is born with one - y'know, that vainy thing in your skull!?)&lt;/span&gt; to complain, so go figure! &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/6488570639997217494-6833599484582018193?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6833599484582018193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6833599484582018193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6833599484582018193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6833599484582018193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/04/quit-complaining-its-getting-old.html' title='Quit Complaining, It&apos;s Getting Old'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2750685318882758566</id><published>2011-03-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:45:47.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Go GaGa</title><content type='html'>This will officially be my third attempt writing an opening for my post. And let's just hope I do not hit the 'backspace' button and &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;give up trying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have tons to say but I don't know where to start and in the end - things are always left unsaid. I've been told that I &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;talk to much&lt;/span&gt; - most of the time, they're just comments and opinions about well, pretty much everything. I'm just the type that blurts out what's on my mind. I have issues keeping them to myself, on the bright-side! I &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt; comments. Which is good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Is it just me or is the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exceptionally hot tonight?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, today, I spent my afternoon stocking up my &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt; drawer. Oh, didn't I tell you? I recently started &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;nti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; again. Well, actually it was just today, I painted my first work &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I'll upload a preview here.. If I have the time to sort out the pictures on my cell. Or else, please click on the &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;DA monster&lt;/span&gt; on your right hand column, it's a deffo to be &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;uploaded&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from paint brushes and crayons, I've just recently &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;started writing&lt;/span&gt; on that old book again. No, that ain't no diary/journal. C'mon, do I sound that girly to you? It's simply a book where I jot down &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;random doodles&lt;/span&gt; when, the TV's being hogged, when I have nothing better to do, when I have no books to read, when I rather not do house chores. ha.&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (no, kidding! FYI, I'm a pretty darn good help at home! thankyouverymuch!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://new-slang.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/pretty_in_pink1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://new-slang.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/pretty_in_pink1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have this thing for old movies, well - colored ones at least. I was just watching '&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;retty&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' for the&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;1928374759607 time!&lt;/span&gt; Apart from the bad acting, I love the style and settings of these old movies, me thinks I've said this in my previous post &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(or was it the previous previous one?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But, that's just me. I'm not expecting anyone to &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; anywhere. So, I'll be off now. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2750685318882758566?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2750685318882758566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2750685318882758566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2750685318882758566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2750685318882758566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-go-gaga.html' title='Let Me Go GaGa'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5270302777804720133</id><published>2011-02-26T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:44:52.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/055/8/3/again_by_konsi66-d3ab7ej.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/055/8/3/again_by_konsi66-d3ab7ej.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; the feeling of rejection&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; ditching family plans for friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate&lt;/b&gt; last minute changes of plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that we were supposedly excluded from that 'adult time' family dinner - I instead made plans with friends, least I would not be spending my dinner time all alone. But nooo! You just had to change the plan, you just couldn't stick to the plan, you just haaad to plan at the very. last. minute. And now, after all that planning with my friends, I can't just bail out! I'm sorta kinda left in a major dilemma, to bail out on friends or to go for that family dinner? Family may mean the world to me but, I need a breather from &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it very hard being nice to you, I can't seem to see things the same way you do, I feel like I have to fight to earn your attention. I feel so trapped in your presence each time - I feel like I'm suffocating, like I'm drowning - being pushed further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that "your problems are what you made them to be". So therefore, I should just forget about this and get over it. I'm dissing my family just this once, don't you dare judge me. It's not my fault that plans had been changed at the last minute - they had the whole week to make up their minds but they just had to decide on &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day itself!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, an update for you. I may not be miss popular or miss I'm so gorgeous, I do not give two cents if I have an overflowing account of friends on my Facebook. To hell with that, I'm barely on that damn website anymore. Neither will I ever care if, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;we're &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hence, the bold statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5270302777804720133?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5270302777804720133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5270302777804720133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5270302777804720133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5270302777804720133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/02/you.html' title='You and Eternity'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5839224366768196610</id><published>2011-02-22T11:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:05:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Damn Things</title><content type='html'>I somehow feel that I have the need to update this blog. If it wasn't for the two comments on my previous post, I would not have been here in the first place. And because this blog hold sentimental values and other precious links - I find the need to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was everyone's weekend, week, day, night? Mine? Because nothing interesting was on cable last night, I've decided to &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;spring clean&lt;/span&gt; my overflowing miscellaneous drawers. Yep, this is where I store things that I collect - &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;fancy paperbagsssss&lt;/span&gt;!!! I spent the entire night dusting and organizing them. Now that everything's packed up, I have no idea where I should store them, the current 4ft wide storage place is just wayy too small, my stash &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; OVERFLOWING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I decided to catch some &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;late night movies&lt;/span&gt; before I sleep my dilemma away. Well, obviously it did not work because here I am, still cracking my head and analyzing every damn shelf in my room with hope that there could be&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: lime;"&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; extra space&lt;/span&gt; for my stash. BUT, to &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;no avail&lt;/span&gt;. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma's aside, my late night movie was ubber old school and inspiring, entitled &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Dead Poets Society".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I. Loved. It. DPS reminded me of a British movie that I love so much called, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"The History Boys"&lt;/span&gt;. And FYI, this movie was released on the year that I was born. &lt;i&gt;Suh-weet!&lt;/i&gt; I should say, the students in DPS resembles the male models today. I mean, just look at their height, style and of course that ever changing hair. This movie makes me want to read poems and be inspired by them dead poets. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Hats off &lt;/span&gt;to the genius behind this movie, I love the &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;unpredictable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ending. So okay, I went a little crazy with the characters in the movies - &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I googled&lt;/span&gt; them. Sad, some of my favorites were only famous for this movie. Nevertheless, they had seized the moment by making the best out of their shot to fame. &lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;"For the first time in my whole life, I know what I wanna do!&lt;br /&gt;And for the  first time, I'm gonna do it! Carpe diem" ~Neil Perry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="292" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aQwVQzs9pHk" title="YouTube video player" width="351"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I took the pathway on my right then I had dreams of eternity,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to be a happy man, I chose to walk right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.tumblr.com/untcfnn/GvBlfdn18/dead-poets-society-dead-poets-society-6093131-524-736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.tumblr.com/untcfnn/GvBlfdn18/dead-poets-society-dead-poets-society-6093131-524-736.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[I do not own this picture - googled!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This, is my escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5839224366768196610?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5839224366768196610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5839224366768196610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5839224366768196610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5839224366768196610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-damn-things.html' title='Pretty Damn Things'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aQwVQzs9pHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-935440407401663892</id><published>2011-01-19T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:03:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All At ONCE!</title><content type='html'>And so we're back to square one. Have you heard the news? &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Face&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strike style="color: white;"&gt; crook &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;u&gt;book&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;will not be around for long. Rumors has it, Facebook will be shutting down on the 15th of March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-vision-entertainment.com/wp-content/uploads/shocked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.united-vision-entertainment.com/wp-content/uploads/shocked.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue where the source of &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; were from - what I know is, if that really is happening - where's everyone going to go? Friendster? Myspace? Gahhhh. Like I said, we're back to square one. Remember the &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; without having to log on Facebook everyday or checking for updates every damn minute you're logged online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days, those were the days I spend my time pasting my room with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;posters&lt;/span&gt; of celebrities and what nots on my wall. Those were also the days where you spend more time listening to the radio for updates and watching &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MTV after-school&lt;/span&gt; programs. Now that I say it out loud, mehn...I led a really plain life. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether or not Facebook is shutting down, I'm in no position to stop it. It's not like I know Mark personally. ;) Whatever happens, we just have to deal with it. Cause' trust me, you will eventually adjust to that &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;FACEBOOK-less life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always pick up a new hobby, like...knitting, planting trees or..eating &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://djmehdi.coolcats.fr/wp-content//wtf-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://djmehdi.coolcats.fr/wp-content//wtf-face.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;er&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Mind my sarcasm. Lovin' this post! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xxx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-935440407401663892?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/935440407401663892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=935440407401663892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/935440407401663892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/935440407401663892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-at-once.html' title='All At ONCE!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8936738360081102624</id><published>2011-01-17T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:50:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught. Dead.</title><content type='html'>I came across an article - about this &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;30 year old woman &lt;/span&gt;whom had sex with 100 men since her teenage years. This reminds me of Barney from How I Met Your Mother - remember the episode of him saving his 200th girl for this hot blonde? Yeah that episode. I just find it uber &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; on how someone could achieve such amount, not &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;judging&lt;/span&gt; - just amazed(?) Your down-below would be hella loose by the time you touch &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;. Girl, you gotta slow that &lt;u style="color: yellow;"&gt;horse&lt;/u&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog may be dark and emo at times but hey! I know a thing or two about sex. I just prefer not to touch on it. It invites &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;unnecessary &lt;/span&gt;attention from googlers. Although I wouldn't mind the extra few &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who stumbles upon my blog. TEE. HEE. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you at a friend's party, I did not have the &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; to ask for your name - let alone your number. If we were to meet in different situations, I would proally have that confident to work my way through you. Unfortunately, I caught you way off-timing. Somehow just somehow I &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; my faith in finding that magic! Everytime I put myself out there, I'm always walking home crashed and burnt. So, to be safe, I prefer to regret my &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wrong-doings&lt;/span&gt; than to end up being swollen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; When In Rome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on Star. (I just had to watch it, I read good reviews bout' it) Too bad, it was as cheesy as &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;cheeseballs &lt;/span&gt;can get. No doubt the cast members were hella hot but, cheesy American movies do not always get me sometimes. Anyways, this movie really got me thinking - if I could just &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;focus &lt;/span&gt;on work, I could very much lead a life without having to&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; worry&lt;/span&gt; about marriage, kids and well a future with someone. That was my initial plan anyways, I've been &lt;i&gt;chewed up and spitted out. &lt;/i&gt;So no thank you for the heartbreaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/065/9/4/Heartbreak_by_Solus_Christus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/065/9/4/Heartbreak_by_Solus_Christus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"awh, you're prince will come one day, you just haven't met the right one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This, my friends, is bull. Yes it may sound comforting, just like how love songs makes you feel all "fussy inside". *rolls eyes* But guess what? If you know me well enough, you'd know that I would be &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;caught dead&lt;/span&gt; conforming to loads of crap like that! Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, love songs are sometimes okay. Me thinks. =/&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If things were gone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Because new things will come by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The landing of the hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Will bring an end to your disasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That wish was dying afterall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A hope never promising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Something that we can't always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8936738360081102624?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8936738360081102624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8936738360081102624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8936738360081102624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8936738360081102624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/01/caught-dead.html' title='Caught. Dead.'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7413587029606675298</id><published>2011-01-09T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:37:32.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm must be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Slip into the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Lets lie on the ground&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And play pretend of that great escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll close our eyes and drift into sleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Soaking our feet into that puddle of mud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Be the passenger of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll be the driver of tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me take you to the places you'll only go with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That sublime moonlight that's only visible to you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's not anywhere I would rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We're getting close now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...Keeping them whispers locked for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hello, I'm back after what seems like forever. I haven't been inspired to write - well, I'm always in the mood to write it's only the timing that isn't right. You see, when I have a point to write about I tend to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it, which I then &lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;forget&lt;/u&gt; by the time I get to my computer. Le sigh. I have to start writing down my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, I have a couple of babbles tonight. First of, I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking good in the mornings and my whole outfit tends to wear off and gets all crumply by the end of the day. URGH. I've already have enough to carry in my bag. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need and extra load of a carry-all iron. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever came across someone you simply &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even if that person has been real nice and a darling to you. In other words, he/she did nothing to piss you off but you just hate talking about and to that person. Have you ever ever? I have, and let me tell you it's sooo good to feel that way. I just hate. Why? In Cantonese we say "yong ge mahn tai" - which means &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Face Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow everything said, and done by that person displeases me. This problem/issue happen to come to me when I received a &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;re-tweet&lt;/span&gt; from my friend from his/her tweet. There's a reason why I'm not keeping in touch with you babyboo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm off to work on some stuff. I'm distracted.&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt; VERY &lt;/span&gt;distracted. I'm so sorry. I'll leave after I boldhighlightcolour them fonts. See you soon lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7413587029606675298?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7413587029606675298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7413587029606675298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7413587029606675298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7413587029606675298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-must-be.html' title='I&apos;m must be...'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4845464516120191183</id><published>2010-12-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:35:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Launch Yer Rocket</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote on this&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; page&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a while since I last shared my &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;stories&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely been a while since I logged online using my own computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what it's like to be &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from something for so long that you might just need a map to guide you to your normal route - because you've totally &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; all about them altogether? I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing the end of year 2010. Let's raise our glasses and toast to a better year and of course, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"what happened in twenty-ten, stays in twenty-ten"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I will not be blogging about how my year has been, I'm pretty sure you've caught bits and pieces of them in my past post, so let's waste no time on repetitions, Shall We? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of a year end, has anyone came up with their new and improve list of New Year Resolution?&amp;nbsp; Why I say "New and Improve" - well, we ALL KNOW that now EVERYTHING on the list is accomplished. i.e: to eat less. HAH! Speaking of which, I hate it when I'm always gaining the extra weight during the long holiday. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Le sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(once more)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a close &lt;strike&gt;overflowing&lt;/strike&gt; filled with clothes. Not complaining, just mentally kicking myself in the head everytime I think about my time &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt; on the television, when I could be spending my time organizing what goes and what stays in my closet. Le sigh. Ladies and Gents, now THAT'S the beauty of a &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;long winter break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/307/4/a/raj_loves_roller_disco_by_iraccoon-d323jfm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/307/4/a/raj_loves_roller_disco_by_iraccoon-d323jfm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;This is just too hillarious to NOT SHARE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://iraccoon.deviantart.com/art/Raj-Loves-Roller-Disco-184922914"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRacoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever experience a flu so bad that you feel like you're having a bad throat AND a bad nose at the same time? I Had. Am. Is. experiencing it right.this.moment. Not that I'm complaining, it's nice to feel weak once a while - it prevents -yours truly- from &lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;munching the entire fridge &lt;/span&gt;away. Ha. I kid you not, there's just way too much sweet crap in that damn fridge. Why dark chocolates, why?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my first time updating my blog after what seems like forever. I'm feeling a lost on what I should be saying and what I shouldn't. I mean, it's after the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;season &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt; joying&lt;/span&gt; - shouldn't I be writing something about that to gain more blog stumblers?&amp;nbsp; Nah. I like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Christmas everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;I love ya'll in the butt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4845464516120191183?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4845464516120191183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4845464516120191183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4845464516120191183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4845464516120191183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/12/launch-yer-rocket.html' title='Launch Yer Rocket'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8362026567355032269</id><published>2010-12-06T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:27:19.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Et!</title><content type='html'>Ever finished reading a book only to realize "what a minute, what's the name of the main character in the book. again?". This is when you rush back to your shelve, to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;flip&lt;/span&gt; through the pages of the book&amp;nbsp; - only to discover that "oh, it wasn't mentioned". But how is that even possible? How can you write or read about the story without knowing who's the main act in it? Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to me a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;couple of minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;. I just completed reading a book for what seemed like forever (yea, it was boring in the beginning you seee!), and when I finally did. I don't remember coming across the name of the main act. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoots, it doesn't matter - what matters is how the &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; had an effect on you. So I got carried away with it. It's normal. A good book always catches your attention at the beginning. So this book didn't exactly caught my attention in the beginning. The beginning of Bergdoft Blondes - sounded more like a bimbo novel to me.&amp;nbsp; I think I only enjoyed bits about the fashion/love drama these blondes are facings. Urgh. It's like reading "&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I'm a shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;" all over again. *rolls eyes* Well, least I completed it, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of completions, I have yet to finish &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;EAT PRAY LOVE &lt;/span&gt;by Elizabeth Gilbert, I'm sorry but it's just not catchy. I'm really not into &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;draggy story line&lt;/span&gt; - and when I say draggy. This is merely close to mild, it's beyond! In the book, India's my destination. Still not catchy. Let's see, I text while I read, that's something I don't do when I read. Do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my 3 months &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;winter break&lt;/span&gt;/long holiday. I'm not sure I have a&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on how I want to spend it, cept' for bumming around - whatever comes my way, comes. So far, it's only been surviving my little cash left for this month, readings, watching TV, and I have yet to get myself to clean my room/closet. Le sigh. I'm no where near motivated. Yet. I'm thinking of applying for a job by January, since I've got tons of new year and &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; plans for this month. Ah, the joy for being carefree....and broke. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning, with a very strong urge to revive my Facebook account. Yes, the one I've been staying away since. But as my morning blues wears off, I'm not so much persuaded to do so anymore. Now that I'm online, I have the urge to do so. again. Why? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;BECAUSE EFFING TUMBLR IS DOWN! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TPyO5iJd-MI/AAAAAAAADtQ/awUM7gvori0/s1600/untitled.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TPyO5iJd-MI/AAAAAAAADtQ/awUM7gvori0/s320/untitled.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally do print screens but I'm&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; THAT annoyed.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, guess this is a sign for me to start working on something more productive - like my &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;portfolio&lt;/span&gt;. That's sometime I've been avoiding for the past weeks. Why did I even volunteer for that?! Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is goodbye, I promise to update y'all as &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;frequent&lt;/span&gt; as I can. Now that's holidays are in the way, the idea of being hunched over the computer - is not pleasant nor tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Till then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;xoxo bitches!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8362026567355032269?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8362026567355032269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8362026567355032269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8362026567355032269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8362026567355032269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/12/et.html' title='Et!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TPyO5iJd-MI/AAAAAAAADtQ/awUM7gvori0/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6380115948345985366</id><published>2010-11-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:14:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back.</title><content type='html'>I can't help but notice how we only get along when you do not bring up that topic. I hate how I'm always trying to hard to get you to notice me but I'm never the shinning star in your eyes. It has always been the other someone. Just letting it all go will only cure this tiny bit of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I've had enough, I needed you to notice me. Why wouldn't you notice me? Would a little appraisals kill? Would a little TLC murder your oh so solid soul? What is it that causes you to dislike me? Sometimes I feel as though, being the black sheep helps me recover from my state of depression and lack of comfort in my life. I'm always having a mask on, simply to please you - unfortunately, I was never able to get you to notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/199/3/b/the_sky_by_8o_clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/199/3/b/the_sky_by_8o_clock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it been so hard for us to have a proper conversation without any cut-outs on that topic? Will it kill for you to ask about what I want? Just for once in my life, can I have a say? Why wouldn't you listen to what I had to say about it? Why wouldn't you understand the problems that I'm going through in life? Why are you always so eager to be the dominant one? Would it kill you emotionally to go against your decisions, just this once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you never notice&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you never care&lt;br /&gt;I hate how we always never see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you're always letting me down&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I'm never your shinning star&lt;br /&gt;....no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish things to be different&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you would understand the state that I'm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6380115948345985366?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6380115948345985366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6380115948345985366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6380115948345985366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6380115948345985366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7810601699530910791</id><published>2010-11-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:13:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romantic Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Somehow, just the way a story strikes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;it changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The way you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;breathe and feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sometimes the change is small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;unnoticeable, deadly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;but a change nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Such story is a Classic;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;not a classic with dead authors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;old English, or confusing themes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A classical simplicity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;not one of antiquity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;but of today. It haunts you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;you read it twice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;you read it thrice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;but it's too late: the world, or how you view it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;different, new, how unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Somehow, a story becomes a part of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;just the way it strikes. And you'll never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m little miss chick flick potato chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Bad TV and crisps with dips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cider out a china cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But when you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nothings up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs37/i/2008/271/2/0/afraid_by_loverbutt.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs37/i/2008/271/2/0/afraid_by_loverbutt.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m the girl out spending what she can’t afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Looking solemn, feeling sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Living in a checkered world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Of rock music and indie pop heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m staying up and sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Filled with sugar to the brim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Curtains calls all through the sunshine sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But I wont tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I wont say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7810601699530910791?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7810601699530910791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7810601699530910791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7810601699530910791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7810601699530910791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/11/romantic-death_20.html' title='The Romantic Death'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-319414981965807681</id><published>2010-11-16T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:36:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lexalinamarie.tumblr.com/post/1582604320/everyone-3"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbxvg8DU8I1qd0nbno1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I write you a song&lt;br /&gt;Will you sing them to me&lt;br /&gt;Can I kiss you goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So you'll remember me by&lt;br /&gt;Can I wake up at night&lt;br /&gt;Just to watch your eyes twinkle with sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Can we sit by the park bench&lt;br /&gt;So we can talk about everything under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can you just stay still&lt;br /&gt;Then I can take a mental picture of you&lt;br /&gt;Can I possibly turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Can I stop the page from flipping&lt;br /&gt;Can I reach for the clouds up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Can I choose to survive this alone&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone not assume that I'm heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;Can I just write about my inspirations&lt;br /&gt;Can I, Can I?&lt;br /&gt;So you can enjoy every word written...&lt;br /&gt;Just for you, for you, for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-319414981965807681?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/319414981965807681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=319414981965807681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/319414981965807681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/319414981965807681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/11/fallen-places.html' title='Fallen Places'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4931873990916624215</id><published>2010-11-13T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:08:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;If things were once different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;Would you do the same to change it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;If things were easier,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;Would you walk the mile with me too?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;If she had not come along,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;Would you sleep with me instead?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;If the sky had not turn grey,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;Would you carry them for me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;A dream that was once sparkly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;The window that was once bright,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;A door that was always closed behind us,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"&gt;The room that was once filled with laughter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I could stay alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearing the end of my semester, also nearing the &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; to my study life - not unless I choose to continue (?) A good talk with Daddy last night had put my mind and&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; goals&lt;/span&gt; into place. Every parent wants the best for their kids, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, cut back to my updates. I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;refuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to discuss my family and other private crap here, nor do I want to get all sobby sob sob here. So university life has got me thinking bout' my future, as to whether or not I'm doing the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;right thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; majoring in 'this'? Somehow, throughout college and uni, I discovered something about myself. Something I didn't think I'd enjoy doing. And that's to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bites lips* But, I have to be bloody good to &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;make it big&lt;/span&gt;, no? And, I think I'm good but not brilliant. I don't know why I'm saying this here. It seems pointless writing it here when knowing that no one can help me solve my &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; but myself(?) Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/01/taylor-momsen-page-six-magazine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/01/taylor-momsen-page-six-magazine.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moving on, anyone heard of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Taylor Momsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? No, silly. It isn't Taylor Swift, the bimbo. I'm talking about Taylor Momsen, the fashion icon, the only girl who could pull off dark make up, the girl from &lt;i style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;The Pretty Reckless&lt;/i&gt;? Anyone? Whateves, do check her and her music out. EFFING &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;DOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's good news, I've been off Facebook for nearly a decade now. Not really, only been a couple of months and surprisingly, I do not miss it. Not like how I used to anyways. For some reason, I'm getting pretty racist and fashist (for people who dresses badly) too. *shrugs* Pretty darn stereotypical. Guess I don't quite conform to the norm. And you know what? I don't give two shits about it. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;"I'm a free bitch, baby!!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not that I'm a fan of Gaga's, but that seemed like an appropriate quote to say-it-all, no?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get back to my work now, I'll leave this thinking during my long break. And speaking of long breaks, I'm undecided on whether I should be updating my resume or just simply catching on sleeps instead. sigh. Welcome to my life everyone - oh believe me, my problems are way more than these. I just refuse to &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;open up&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, read me awesome please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4931873990916624215?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4931873990916624215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4931873990916624215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4931873990916624215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4931873990916624215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-night-sex.html' title='Late Night Sex'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1503469533372490138</id><published>2010-10-31T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:15:02.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Not, Simple Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;One touch, one scent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The little things that kills every living soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;One perfect creature molded into a monster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A perfection that did not last long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;That dream he once hold so dear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Things should not be that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We thought you had that self-control.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She did not expect such reaction from you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You let them both down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Something that could be changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She asked if I was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The answer was always yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She asked if I was okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The answer was always yes.&lt;br /&gt;Liar, it was never the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Never crystal clear, visions were often blurred, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You should have fought it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You should have kept things just the way it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You should have controlled it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We thought you knew better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TM14wS8JfjI/AAAAAAAADtM/yQrnkBf5CY0/s1600/P9060068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TM14wS8JfjI/AAAAAAAADtM/yQrnkBf5CY0/s320/P9060068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I fell in&lt;b&gt; love &lt;/b&gt;with this book.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, when I'm not in the mood to write much - I prefer to conclude everything into a poem. I'm no &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm no poet, I just like writing. The &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;discovery&lt;/span&gt; of something new is somewhat amazing. I have not updated y'all about my drama in the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a scoop. We made our peace. Or should I say, I thought I did. Or I &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; I did. Then why do I still have that feeling of wanting to disagree? I don't know, you're someone really close to me - and to have lose you as a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;good pal&lt;/span&gt;, is not exactly my wish. Therefore, I chose to keep my disagreement to myself because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;Sometimes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Things are better off that way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;Sometimes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We do not live to please ourselves,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This is life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1503469533372490138?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1503469533372490138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1503469533372490138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1503469533372490138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1503469533372490138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-could-not-simple-because.html' title='I Could Not, Simple Because'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TM14wS8JfjI/AAAAAAAADtM/yQrnkBf5CY0/s72-c/P9060068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-3184572337672527175</id><published>2010-10-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:34:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;They dream&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;We are emotional&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;She writes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;He sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;This is the downfall to reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;So maybe, just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Because, just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Change might be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm about to lose you as a close friend. It hasn't been easy for me to have a proper conversation with you - I don't feel like I can tell you everything like how I used to. I miss our hang outs. Maybe it's the different group of friends we've both grew so fond of. Maybe it's everything that revolves around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I don't quite fancy the friends you hang out with but, who am I to complain? I'm sure you know me well enough to know that I dislike your current crush. Not that I'm in any place to disagree but...really? Of everyone else. Again, I'm sorry for that - I respect you and the people you mix with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish things we the same 10 months ago. I hate to sound like a girlfriend to you, when I'm not. I'm just saying, I miss us being close. I miss being able to talk to someone who listens and cracks jokes to make me laugh. I miss having long conversations of nothing and something. Is it the age? Cause' I'm pretty sure that we're of the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, readers. Please don't misunderstand. We're just friends. Not getting anywhere near intimate here. I just need to spill this out before anyone gets hurt. Cause' I know I've caused much heartbreaks and depression to myself - over silly little feelings I kept so well inside (well, apparently, not so well eyh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's part of the life I'm going through. I've grown so used to keeping things inside, that it hurts whenever I think of it. That would also be part of the reason why I left facebook. There is just too much memories that I find hard forgetting. So very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm5iA4Zupek&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Kanye West - Runaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-3184572337672527175?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3184572337672527175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=3184572337672527175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3184572337672527175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3184572337672527175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/downfall.html' title='The Downfall'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-123403676998881786</id><published>2010-10-25T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:46:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKE</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes acoustics really annoy me. In what way, you may ask? Try listening to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard Confessionals.&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No offense, Dashboard is awesome - it's just THAT particular song, the strumming of the guitar just squeaks in your ears. It's proally the repetition of the same note over and over again. GAH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Don't believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Try focusing on something while listening to that. It's a screaming pain to my eardrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoots, how was your day today? Or how would you like your day to begin with? =) Mine was...pretty interesting. I'd spent my day &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;stressing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over problems that I only have myself to blame, which is, not very healthy - if you ask me. My advice, plan your day well - that's something I didn't do. Le sigh. All those money and time wasted for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;nuffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;blames&lt;/span&gt;, don't you just hate it when parents blames you (the oldest/youngest) for everything that happens? Even if you've basically done the right thing, only to have the younger/older siblings screwing things up. I've been through that, I can't say I've gotten used to it - I'm just disappointed in myself. Why? Here's why, &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;think twice&lt;/span&gt; before asking your siblings for help, screw the saying of "family will always be there for you" crap. It's B.S, trust me, with a sibling as dumb as mine - it's hopeless. They would either forget about your favor or leave you &lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;soaking in deep shit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;[read figure below]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMWlECBxoMI/AAAAAAAADtI/BcaRDnXtuCc/s1600/read+japanese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMWlECBxoMI/AAAAAAAADtI/BcaRDnXtuCc/s200/read+japanese.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's my two cents, trust no one but yourself. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fuck boyfriends/girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - they won't be there for you after you leave them. It's just a matter of time. WAKE UP! Anyhoots, like what Kimora Lee Simmons would say, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;you want a job done, you gotta do it yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After today, I've learnt my lesson to not rely on my sibling for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of doing things myself, I plan to splurge on a good &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;pocket camera&lt;/span&gt;. I don't need no DSLR, that 'thing' is bloody heavy to carry it around. My plan? To take snap shots of random things I see in my daily life, this will include &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;everything elseandwhatnots&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's a plan that I would stick to. I've just got to start saving now. HEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! For the record, I enjoy updating my blog - now that I'm away from that &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;megasocialnetwork. &lt;/span&gt;Though they would always be the temptation to re-activate but I stand firm on my ground. I would stay away from this megasocialnetwork for as long as I can. And till then, I shall be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-123403676998881786?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/123403676998881786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=123403676998881786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/123403676998881786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/123403676998881786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/fake.html' title='FAKE'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMWlECBxoMI/AAAAAAAADtI/BcaRDnXtuCc/s72-c/read+japanese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1062695376817633320</id><published>2010-10-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:23:14.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Missing You Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Life, is more than falling in love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Life, is more than kissing your dream boy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Life, is more than having butterflies and tummy churms when you're kissed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Life, is more than that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amuses me everytime I see kids getting all &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt; over a text &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; received from that special someone - it's just fucked up man. Seriously? That's way too clingy, no? Or she's proally a freshy to relationships. Awhh!! Come to think of it, I dont' remember the last time I went &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;gaga over a guy&lt;/span&gt;. And when I say 'gaga', I meant &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;stalking, prank calling&lt;/span&gt;-gaga! Yeah, those were the good ol' dumbshit days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's the purpose of my post tonight, guess I just wanted to state how it badly bores me when a girl/guy goes &lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;'depression'&lt;/span&gt; when that certain someone forgets to call/text them. Really? -.- I thought kids these days are totally over that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crap already? What happened to sneaking out and skipping school for a date days? Why the politeness? We going &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;backwards&lt;/span&gt; now? Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we kids were &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;cooler&lt;/span&gt; back then. Nawhhh!! *big smile* Yeh well, things were less dangerous back then. Rapist were never loitering around the residence for a bait, back then - rapist were like&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; ice rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =) Go figure! But I guess, one things' for sho - we were young and carefree, and everything that matters was only him or her by our side. Even if it means &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;flunking&lt;/span&gt; a fecking paper, as long as he/she is there, &lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;everything's gonna be alrighttt!! (8)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! I'm totally not standing on my own ground right now. *shrugs* whatever, I just needed some time off my assessments. Gahh!! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It's killing meeehh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But till then, catcha later doood! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'm too lazy for pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1062695376817633320?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1062695376817633320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1062695376817633320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1062695376817633320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1062695376817633320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-missing-you-like-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Missing You Like Crazy'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6928385758514862501</id><published>2010-10-21T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:24:23.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours of Hunger</title><content type='html'>I've made up my mind to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;I know I've done this before and I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;This time, it will last a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've left Facebook, for good. I realize and knew that Facebook is a major distraction in my social life. I will now be someone without an account. It feels good, somehow - I feel like a burden has been lifted. No more checking your daily mails, daily notifications, daily tagged photos and so forth. I can't exactly make Facebook sound crappy but I do feel crappy having one. Maybe it's the age. Good goodness, I just made myself sound like I'm experiencing a mid-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the only accounts I have now, does not require that much of attention as compared to Facebook. Facebook is like a pet you never had. It requires much feeding and cleaning up. So being a neat freak I am, by, disconnecting myself, I will not only save time cleaning up and shit - I would also spend more time OFF SCREEN! Stalking on Facebook, made me feel sucky about myself. Adding random friends on Facebook, made me look like a friendless dork. Chatting with friends on walls not only makes you look 'happening' but lifeless. Idk if it's just me or is Facebook getting less interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those on my Facebook list, I'm sure y'all have my twitter account or email. I'm not sorry for any inconvenience, for joining Facebook was initially MY choice, hence canceling it. I don't hate any of you, I just hate myself for wasting precious time on it. If you think otherwise, do tell me the good things about being on Facebook BESIDES networking/socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, tagging people on your new collections of clothes/contact lenses and what nots are considered NETWORKING. You stupid or what? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wasting my time,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Until you see me in your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Then will you know the truth about me,&lt;br /&gt;The silence will one day be noise,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this over tonight, tonight,&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6928385758514862501?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6928385758514862501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6928385758514862501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6928385758514862501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6928385758514862501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/24-hours-of-hunger.html' title='24 hours of Hunger'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-997782361098216841</id><published>2010-10-08T10:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:55:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny First Way</title><content type='html'>Have you even been so addicted of obsessed with something, till the extend, you could not go anywhere without it. Not even if it's just a trip out for dinner. Or even having to leave your house with a certain something &lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: inherit;"&gt;to feel complete&lt;/span&gt;? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TK6GvPLdWqI/AAAAAAAADsk/mqOTkr3B98E/s1600/Obsession_by_BloodStainedKisses_x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TK6GvPLdWqI/AAAAAAAADsk/mqOTkr3B98E/s200/Obsession_by_BloodStainedKisses_x.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a major obsession for fancy&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; lip smackers&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;. Not&lt;br /&gt;that I wear them often, just the thought of having to moist my lips when I need to - is there, every time. And if I were to leave my house without them, I'd feel incomplete, you can say that it'll proally ruin my whole day if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item would by &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;body lotion&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; hand sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;. I need to sanitize and THEN moist my hand with lotion. And my latest addiction, a (pocket size) lip balm by Vaseline and a Crabtree and Evelyn Rosewater hand lotion, both in a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;handy size&lt;/span&gt;. Coolios! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gosh, this is a total OCD move! Oh well, it's fun having everything in one &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bag,&lt;/span&gt; no?&amp;nbsp; Bags are getting bigger by the season, daily needs are slowly shrinking in size, hence the convenience. I prefer to stay clean everytime I'm out. Speaking of cleanliness, I'd also carry a pack of wet tissues with me - ESPECIALLY when I have a whole day in school. I hate having to feel sticky and icky by lunch time, I can't be smelling of&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt; sweat and grossed out body mist&lt;/span&gt;. And because I wear flip flops sometimes (most of the time, really) I get grossed out feet by the end of the day - it needs cleaning. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;WET WIPES &lt;/span&gt;please! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all so gonna think I'm a weirdo but, I've gotten so &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to it - till the extend I would not feel good for the rest of the day if one of these items are forgotten. SHIT! So there you go, the story of my OCD-ness. I'm proud of it, why? I prefer to &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;stay clean and to smell good&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, I wouldn't mind one bit about getting any of these as gifts. I can go on and on about what else I can't leave home without but that would proally lead to more weird reaction from y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, see ya later alligators! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-997782361098216841?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/997782361098216841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=997782361098216841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/997782361098216841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/997782361098216841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-first-way.html' title='Funny First Way'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TK6GvPLdWqI/AAAAAAAADsk/mqOTkr3B98E/s72-c/Obsession_by_BloodStainedKisses_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5969116656638126579</id><published>2010-10-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:54:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handjobs for Tonight</title><content type='html'>This would be a quick one, I'm in &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;no mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to start my assignment just yet. I know, I should be more discipline with it comes to...serious stuff! tsk* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got indirect naggings from mummy. She don't exactly fancy me &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;going out&lt;/span&gt; so often. Gah! Fine, I'm going to try grounding myself for another month. Just one damn month and I'm back on track with &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Mr. Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh how &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I miss you &lt;/span&gt;baby boo!! *air-draws a heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lame sometimes, I could die. So anyways, I've got plenty of photos to be uploaded into DA -&amp;nbsp; my page has not been updated since forevah! What happened to &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt; bitch!? I've got assignments piling by the day, how I wish I would work on it with my MIND instead of the computer - like whenever I'm out &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;having dinner,&lt;/span&gt; I could just type out my work with my mind and it should be ready to be submitted by the time I'm done. Ha. Innit awesome!? Why? Cause' my computer takes &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt; to load, GOOD GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my computer should be on my to-do list - #19274759320 *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"so much to do, so little time"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - this used to be the title of my favourite mk and ashley olsen drama series. Yes, I was a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;bimbo kid!&lt;/span&gt; And I'm proud of it, otherwise - the tomboy me would've turned out to be a MAN by now. Awh meeehn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKnbUn7XYcI/AAAAAAAADsg/Wvi0QrhhxFA/s1600/tumblr_l9qqyyvRVy1qavmeoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKnbUn7XYcI/AAAAAAAADsg/Wvi0QrhhxFA/s320/tumblr_l9qqyyvRVy1qavmeoo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, getting back to my work now. It's bout' time I re-organize my to-do list &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(refer to pic above)&lt;/span&gt;. I've got chores like, clearing my overflowing closet for&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; new spaces&lt;/span&gt;, to saving up&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; cash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to go vintage shopping, to waking up early/to look good for classes, and acing to get a high-flying job -I can forget about &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by now. Hmm. So till then, kiss me misses yeh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo bitches!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5969116656638126579?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5969116656638126579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5969116656638126579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5969116656638126579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5969116656638126579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/handjobs-for-tonight.html' title='Handjobs for Tonight'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKnbUn7XYcI/AAAAAAAADsg/Wvi0QrhhxFA/s72-c/tumblr_l9qqyyvRVy1qavmeoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-118451163268413270</id><published>2010-10-03T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:04:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.s: I Love You</title><content type='html'>Now before I start telling my dear ol' tales, let me first apologize for my last post. I was not in the right state of mine. tsk* Sorry, I haven't completely gotten over my depression state. Still working on it, it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem, well not really - I can't be bothered about it, really but this 'thing' has been buggin' me and I really need to get it off my shoulder. I'm just going to tell it to YOUR face kay? You know who you are, I hope that you understand kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I haven't been answering or hanging out with you lately. Well, let me just be honest - I'm not sorry. I did it on purpose. Why? Don't get me wrong, I like hanging out with you but ever since you got together with that person, I just can't see myself hanging out or even chatting up with you anymore. It's not that I don't like that person as a human being, I just don't like how YOU carry yourself when you're around that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You talk about that person EVERY DAMN TIME we talk.&lt;br /&gt;2) Even when you call, I thought of updating you about my life but....you just wouldn't stop blabbing about that person.&lt;br /&gt;3) When we hang out? Sure that person dont' ALWAYS comes along (Thank God!) but you won't stop, you just HAD to text/making cutesy short calls to that person.&lt;br /&gt;4) I hate how when you don't even see that person for a day, you'd get all upset and pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IRRITATING THAT IS?&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, trying to be a good and supportive friend but you're just making me dislike your relationship with that person even more. It's like it's only the two of you in this BIG WIDE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I understand you're madly in love, I understand that the person's being really loyal, I understand that when that person does silly things that makes you smile but, seriously - QUIT ACTING SO LOVE SICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the mean words. Maybe I'm just not the type who clings on to the 'special' someone so much. It just makes me look pathetic and a sadist. Like it's a matter of life and death. Please, I've got better plans than to cling on to someone like that. This, is BEYOND clingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it annoys me. I hope you'll understand. I never meant to hurt you - I didn't know how to put this in a better way. You know who you are. I would still want to hang out with you but then again, I prefer us to maintain the silence. I think it's the best for the both of us. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very sorry to have upset you. Take care, babycakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-118451163268413270?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/118451163268413270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=118451163268413270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/118451163268413270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/118451163268413270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/10/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.s: I Love You'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7776656708097787184</id><published>2010-09-27T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:44:17.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser's Mile</title><content type='html'>So I've officially grown a year older. Nothing special bout that, growing a year older feels just the same like any other days. What I can't understand is why people like making such a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; big fuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;about their birthday? I mean, I get it - it's your birthday, need not throw a party inviting people whom you want to &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;impress.&lt;/span&gt; You're not getting any popular by that, plus! You're wasting your money, my as well save them cash for your own shopping spree!! Go &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pamper yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, whoever said that it's a must to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I didn't want a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt;. Yeh, a surprise would be nice but I made it clear that I refuse to submit to the norm. I refuse to make it such a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;big deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turning older, oh please - I'm going to turn old for the next gazillion years! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I suddenly have the urge to blog. Mainly because I have some news to share. Well, it's just my point of view, my friend even commented that I seem to have issues and opinions on everything. I'm taking that as a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! meh. So my news is, just because we used to be close friends back in school, does not mean I want to be your close friend now. And please, stop it with them yearly class &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;gathering &lt;/span&gt;crap. If that person really wants to&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; meet up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with you, I'm pretty sure they'd take the initiative to contact you. Unforch, you're the only one doing it - isn't the already obvious? Phfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKC7swu5H4I/AAAAAAAADsc/n4hEQEdlrUE/s1600/multi-talented.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKC7swu5H4I/AAAAAAAADsc/n4hEQEdlrUE/s320/multi-talented.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[...why thankfeckingyou!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hate me for being so mean but I'm just giving my two-cents worth! Ok fine, maybe having a gathering isn't so bad but is it that important for everyone to &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;attend&lt;/span&gt;? Y'all like making it such a big deal when one of us do not attend, girl please - we're way cooler than you. Least we know how to have fun. And our idea of fun, isn't just going out for dinner and taking pictures just so that you can show them off on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh believe me, their faces usually says "hey &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at me, I'm finally the prettiest/sexiest/coolest among my &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;ex-classmates&lt;/span&gt;". Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, we have a life off facebook. And we do not dwell on the same ol' crush you had since you were, what? &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;17?&lt;/span&gt; *rolls eyes* Or at least we do not brag about our boyfriend/girlfriend like y'all are friggin' married! Oh I've seen these, first they're "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", then you start seeing mushy updates about that someone, AND the next thing you know "they're married" when they are actually not. eee! Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. How &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;clingy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can you get? The &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;guy/girl &lt;/span&gt;you're dating must be a goof to be proud of you. Erm, a little bit of self-pride please? You're making yourself look like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no really, it must be too damn easy for him/her to get into&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;your pants&lt;/span&gt;! Just because you THINK that you have self-pride, that does not mean that you do. Remember, how your carry yourself, is how others see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's just what I think. I simply cannot stand people like &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you! and you! I dare you to give me a virtual bitch slap, cause' I know you want to. How do I know? hah. &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cause' your mommy says so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7776656708097787184?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7776656708097787184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7776656708097787184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7776656708097787184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7776656708097787184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/09/loser-mile.html' title='Loser&apos;s Mile'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TKC7swu5H4I/AAAAAAAADsc/n4hEQEdlrUE/s72-c/multi-talented.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7550284170451473338</id><published>2010-09-20T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:57:13.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! AND EVERYBODY LOVES ME! EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE MY FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(well, not really - haha)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm no longer a child, I refuse to make it such a big deal exploding into my new age, in other words, I refuse to submit to thew norm of having to celebrate birthdays in a club/party. Instead, I chose to have dinner with my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;closest friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for the awesome night guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it's my birthday, I made it a point to blog. Yeah, no doubt it's my birthday but I have responsibilities too. Like, updating my blog and preparing for my first day of school after a two weeks breather. Geez. What a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;kill joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short post as I have got other 'responsibilities' to get back too. Phfft! Imma make this post a dedication post, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE WISHES/GIFTS ON FACEBOOK, TWITTER AND EVERYWHERE ELSE!&lt;/span&gt; tsk* Time has changed, now everyone's communicating everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;EVEN IF WE HAVEN'T SPOKE FOR AGES, THANKS FOR REMEMBERING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(even if facebook played a part in reminding you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;- LEAST Y'ALL TOOK THE EFFORT TO WRITE ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Fhankiuuuuu!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everyday is the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The clock strikes 12 every night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When I wake up every morning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're still perfect next to me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now, tomorrow, yesterday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We will always be one,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thanks for the time spent with you and more to come,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Because no matter how far we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No matter the arguments,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm still so stoked to be yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;*Wee, I'm back! I wrote dinner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, see you later alligators! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xxx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7550284170451473338?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7550284170451473338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7550284170451473338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7550284170451473338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7550284170451473338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/09/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6565890940481487593</id><published>2010-09-13T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:33:57.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Famous</title><content type='html'>Holla!! &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's my birthday this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not that I have anything up my sleeves or anything, I just have this urge to give you guys some really good birthday gift ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching a video of my fav you-tuber unwrapping her&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; birthday gift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;on cam. Yeah I know how lame that sounded but I'm not about to tell you about the video! I want to tell you guys about the type of gifts she received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;, cook books anything else &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;non-purchasable.&lt;/span&gt; Like hand made cards, I'm not talking about the ones you get from Hallmarks with lame writings on them. Sorry, Hallmark. You guys are getting pretty overrated. Boo you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't someone be more creative and to make &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;awesome wish cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of getting ready-mades from Hallmark or anywhere else for that matters? The reason why I like receiving gifts, I like the surprise, I like the anxiety that you get when you're not able to discover what's hidden behind those pretty confettis and colourful wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all lazy people (for those denying it, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;you're shit&lt;/span&gt;! I'm  pretty sure you're lazy in your own ways!) and so we get ready-made  cards. So when you've ran out of ideas on what you should get your friends. DONT JUST WALK INTO &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HALLMARK&lt;/span&gt; AND BUY A BIRTHDAY CARD! Instead, get them ribbons, confettis, and what nots, Make your own birthday card, it 1) makes things more interesting, let that &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;kid &lt;/span&gt;be happy for a reason! 2) You get to be creative. Who cares if wordings were written badly? 3) You'd be surprised with the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of a card I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my good friend whom had left for London Tawn to further her studies. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TI21wDFquGI/AAAAAAAADsU/O0OlwVr-q54/s1600/DSC08726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TI21wDFquGI/AAAAAAAADsU/O0OlwVr-q54/s320/DSC08726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I topped it together with a &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;, containing videos of our &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;outings/sing-alongs&lt;/span&gt; in the car. It may not sound as interesting to you but trust me. It's shows how much you cherish your friend and also to remind him/her not to forget her/his friends back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I liked about what that &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;you-tuber&lt;/span&gt; received were the amount of things you can find in that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;box of present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I mean, having tons of random stuff chucked into a box. It don't necessarily have to be stuff you bought, no! It's the thought that counts, remember? Dump in movie tickets you both went for, a penny you found while you two where on a shopping trip, a box of condoms cause' you think it's about time for he/she to get some lovin',&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; a pair of sexy bikini's/bottoms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because it's about time she start showing off some curves, a second hand classical book (if they person enjoys reading), a Polaroid picture of something that brings back sweet memories - the idea of this gift box is anything out of everything - so long it fits into the box, you're good to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things more surprising, you can literally deliver it to that person via snail mail. It's nothing more exciting that receiving a parcel/letter via snail mail. Hey! We diggin' &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;old school &lt;/span&gt;sometimes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said enough, I have tons more to share but it's about time for your guys to get creative and quit supporting those birthday &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;cards/gift shops&lt;/span&gt;! Not being bias, I just think it's a really lame thing to do, to get ready-made gifts from a shop. I could just go get it myself! Honey, just &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;give me cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead yeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! love love babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6565890940481487593?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6565890940481487593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6565890940481487593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6565890940481487593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6565890940481487593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/09/kiss-me-famous.html' title='Kiss Me Famous'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TI21wDFquGI/AAAAAAAADsU/O0OlwVr-q54/s72-c/DSC08726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4381462520467488909</id><published>2010-09-07T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:46:00.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>750 750 750 750</title><content type='html'>Don't you just &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;hate it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when your idea turns out to be a piece of crap that brings no good? I know how that feels. I've been spending my last 2 hours working on a piece and heck no is it going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did manage to cock up some&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; shizz &lt;/span&gt;yet I still don't feel like it was good enough. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma dilemma are balls. I have no idea what I'm doing here, guess I just feel like spilling the beans of my dilemmas. In which, I haven't really told the whole story. Not &lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCK AM I BLABBING ABOUT!? -.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm having a writer's block. I need inspiration. I'm working my brains off here, gimme a lil' credit please! Was it just me or is Facebook getting pretty boring now. Honestly, I'm getting sick of social sites. As corny as this is going to sound, I'm only on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because it's sortakinda the easiest way to keep track of what my friends/frenemies are up to. In other words. I CAN STALK THEM YO! Well! Apart from stalking/writing on walls/sending spam messages I can't think of anything else better to do on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking of stalking and spamming, ever had friends who sends you thread messages on Facebook urging you to vote for them on some stupid modelling/photo contest they're up and running for? I have. And it's getting pretty &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing to join but, if you want someone to vote for you. Please make sure that you're good. Don't just send in some crappy photo of yourself sitting on a pole, thinking that it's sexy showing off those flabs of yours in them shorty shorts and expecting US to vote! Oh sweeties, just because we're friends - that don't mean I'll vote for you. I play it fair, and dear friends - do shove this up your &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;stinkin' ass&lt;/span&gt; if your dislike what I'm saying! You're just being naive and stupid. S'all!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Anger. I haven't had one of those in a long time. Well, I'm off. That's it for this post. Sorry for the bad organizing of my opinions. I kinda feel that it's pretty &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;scattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, like, I talk about everything everywhere. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: The numbers are the only thing running in my mind. &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;DOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4381462520467488909?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4381462520467488909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4381462520467488909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4381462520467488909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4381462520467488909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/09/750-750-750-750.html' title='750 750 750 750'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2932539110757292194</id><published>2010-08-30T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:29:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Me Up Baby!</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how people can think so &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of themselves till the forget who they really are? I've seen those kind of people, had proally been one of them too. Somewhere in my past life, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we had all gone through that phase. The phase where we think we know it all until someone sends you crumbling down. I have to admit, I used to be a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;smart-alec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, until someone had actually challenged me and I had&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Badly. I still&amp;nbsp; think I'm smart. Just don't think I'm THAT &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I still think I'm way more street smart than some people I know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frowns* What was my point again? Did any of you understand me? -.- Gracious! Anyhoots! I was strolling down the&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; night market &lt;/span&gt;with my family earlier and I noticed something. That the night market has been turned into a dating spot for young couples. And when I say young couples, I meant school kids. Why? I've been through that phase and trust me hunny - I don't get why they're always suggesting the night market! That's one &lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;sticky, gooey, hot, sweat smelling people all around you&lt;/span&gt; and gross place to walk, let alone date! Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/THqXbJG1V9I/AAAAAAAADsE/DJwci9hUk8A/s1600/DSC09546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/THqXbJG1V9I/AAAAAAAADsE/DJwci9hUk8A/s200/DSC09546.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys may not agree with me but I, &lt;u style="color: magenta;"&gt;stand firm&lt;/u&gt; on my point of view. I just think that there should be a better place to go rather than the night market. Why not the morning market? Or, the mall? It's air-conditioned and you need not spend more than &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2 bucks&lt;/span&gt; on a bus ride home/there. Plus, you have an option to watch a movie, to have meals at &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fast food restaurants! I'm sure you guys don't go out every night - since most of them are dating guys/girls behind their parents back. It would suspicious to go out every night/day, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking as though I know a lot. I do. Like I said, &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;been through, done that. &lt;/span&gt;And this is why I prefer dating guys with cars, no matter how good looking or charming you could be - no car, no talk. Well, it also depends on the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;TYPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of car. Now, scratch that! We're talking bout them, why did I start blabbing bout meself!? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's an update and something you guys could talk over hang out/shisha sessions at your favorite &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hang out spot&lt;/span&gt;. I just thought I'd state my opinion. A blog post would be too lame to have only updates bout' myself and that stuff I bought. Urgh. &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Who would read that shit?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo credit: me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Signing off. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2932539110757292194?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2932539110757292194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2932539110757292194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2932539110757292194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2932539110757292194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/ever-wondered-how-people-can-think-so.html' title='Sex Me Up Baby!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/THqXbJG1V9I/AAAAAAAADsE/DJwci9hUk8A/s72-c/DSC09546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4850916509426562472</id><published>2010-08-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:00:15.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrow in Your Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maybe things will be different&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maybe I will someday see&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will someday see the pain that I've been put through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The tombstone of my love lies broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Words can't describe my feelings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They can't, they can't,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's set free, free from the chains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So fly away, fly away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Until you see neverland,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The land of faraway childhood,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Childhood of my dreams,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Look up the trees,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tell me what do you see?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She's watching you silently through the night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Jealousy provokes each time you put your hands on hers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is a death of beauty,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lovers are never true to one another,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's just another painted picture of perfection and happiness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Only another guide to survive in this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This isn't love, it's death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not mine, but yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;May you live in depression and loathe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;May you also,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rest in Peace in the world of happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4850916509426562472?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4850916509426562472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4850916509426562472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4850916509426562472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4850916509426562472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/arrow-in-your-neck.html' title='The Arrow in Your Neck'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-9187777238175520998</id><published>2010-08-22T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:11:53.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me or Leave Fitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a fail. You see why I never like checking out tutorial channels on the tube? Because the results are always, and I mean always disappointing. *sigh* I've been leaving my blog alone for quite sometime now. So what do you think? Lovin' the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;new layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Kinda shows that I love colours a whole lot eh? Phfft! You'd be an oblivious ol' fart to not notice that. Douche!&lt;br /&gt;My earphones are giving way. I can finally get the one I always wanted, and it happened to be on sale! Thank you &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;annual sale&lt;/span&gt;!! Thank you so much! Here's the bad news, I have yet to purchase it. Boo! Why? Because the mall is not really a mall where you can spend hours in. Yeah, they have stores that a girl like me will never me interested in. Since when do I ever shop for "feng shui" water balls? Urgh. 1) I don't believe in feng shui and everything else superstitious. 2) I think the idea of having a "mini waterfall" in your living quarters just makes you look really old. Like really. These people remind me of my mum's aunt. (&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;my grand-aunt!&lt;/span&gt;) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why did I even bother sharing that to you guys. It totally makes my blog &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by the minute, no? Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading this post from my friend's blog about girls who clubs are sluts. What!? Hold on there, even tho' I do not club - but I very well know that they are NOT &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;sluts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Okay, so what if they (we, girls) happen to dress a lil less than appropriate? Can't you blame them (us, girls)? They're (we, girls) are just there to have a good time. Who dresses like a sacred nun, wait - nuns dont' club! Silly me! That's not my point, my point is - that person who came up with such statement must've been damn right&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or she/he proally hasn't got them friends to go places with. I feel sorry for you. No really. No friends and all, must've been hard on your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. *shakes head* There, there, we still hate you nevetheless. Ugly ol' fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off. I have places to go - unlike the pathetic ol' &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;friendless fart&lt;/span&gt;! *tsk. I'm sorry as feck for boring you with such short post or bursting your bubble for signing off so soon. But, I'll be back. You can always leave a comment and I'll write back. I know you want to.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; JUST, HIT THAT BUTTON BABEYY! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello blue sky,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye cloudy day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss making love to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would love to hook up once more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got my digits,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dial me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-9187777238175520998?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/9187777238175520998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=9187777238175520998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9187777238175520998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9187777238175520998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-me-of-leave-fitch.html' title='Love Me or Leave Fitch!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7068775809142889147</id><published>2010-08-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:55:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>It's funny how when your mind tells you something but your action does otherwise. This. Is a total laugh out loud (at yourself) situation, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I hate it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm having a hard time writing a lead for my essay assessment. Writing has always been my escape (and reading too), but whenever I'm all &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;geared up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to write an essay, a soon-to-be-graded one - I crash and burn! I just can't do it. I have this mindset that "I have to impress my tutor" hence the lousy piece of work. *bangs head on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm here? Not just for an update, I need some &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; - I'm suffering from a writer's block. Let's just hope this does not go on forever. I have a paper due by the next week. I can not &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;screw this up&lt;/span&gt;. I can't. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks I'll spend sometime at the library tomorrow. I need some alone time, with just me, the books and my mp3! =) I need the tv. I haven't seen a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;decent movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for nearly a week now. Urgh. That's like my only source of entertainment. Instead of being high on drugs, I need my daily/weekly doze of movies. Well, least A movie a week is enough for me to last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm online with my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now. She asked me some pretty darn good questions, which had got me thinking out of the box! Thanks a bunch, love! You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! I'll be back for more updates! Hopefully soon, I hate the idea of leaving my blog all dusty and lousy. Yes, my blog holds &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;sentimental values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it'd be a bummer to leave it all dusty and old. And oh! I promise to change the layout soon! Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7068775809142889147?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7068775809142889147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7068775809142889147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7068775809142889147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7068775809142889147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6484303952007264287</id><published>2010-08-11T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:49:55.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl All The Good Guys Hate!</title><content type='html'>Just to &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;kill time&lt;/span&gt;, I've decided to share my thoughts with you. And when I say you, I mean YOU - my dear ol' readers. Well, I've got approximately 20 minutes left. Instead of sitting my &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;ass down&lt;/span&gt; in the ever-so uncomfy chair in an empty class - I'd much prefer to hide myself in the computer lab. *snort* I'm so not cool. I KNOW RIGHT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in a dilemma. And I've always faced this everytime my &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; gets out of the way. At least it's out of my face, which is good, but... I want something extreme, something with a WOW factor. haha! I thought of shaving my head but, people might see me as a rebel - which I'm&amp;nbsp;*cough* not. =)&amp;nbsp;For those who knows me, SHUT UP! Y'all not in a position to &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;speak your heart out&lt;/span&gt;! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, after much consideration - I've decided to leave them locks at it is. Not because I don't like the change but because I'd ran out of ideas on how my hairs should be. Urgh. No more 'lilo' &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bangs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please. I do not want to be labeled the &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;'china doll'&lt;/span&gt; or a cute-ass chick (I meant the hair!). Phfft! I want to&amp;nbsp;be remembered for my hair. HAHAH! Y'know what I'm saying. Ngehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND INSTEAD! I might just go for an &lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; colour makeover! What? It's legit, no? =) I should proally wear my lucky bra or panties when I do so. Just to be safe. Hey!! Shit happens okay, I might just end up looking like a rainbowed horse?! (I have no idea where that came from!)&amp;nbsp;Fine. I know I've mentioned this time after time that &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;I. Do. Not. Bimbo. Blog.&lt;/span&gt; and look what I'm doing now. Bleh. Sorreh, I just get carried away sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off! Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Cool tittle eh!? *cough*ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6484303952007264287?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6484303952007264287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6484303952007264287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6484303952007264287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6484303952007264287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-all-good-guys-hate.html' title='Girl All The Good Guys Hate!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1678821007604525981</id><published>2010-08-09T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:39:39.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Escape</title><content type='html'>I remember having a favorite song when I was a kid. It was a &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;mandarin&lt;/span&gt; song about a fish, and I remember how I enjoy playing that song on my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;pianika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Well, 1) it was one of the easiest song to play and 2) cause' I know the lyrics to the song (Although it sucked pretty bad when you can't play the pianika and sing at the same time!) Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides music class, I very much enjoyed art classes and &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; lessons. Although my parents weren't very supportive about me excelling in art, nevertheless, I still enjoyed the classes - yeh! I tried doing really bad in every assignment given, but unfortunately I still never fail to obtain 'A's or '&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;'! Who's yer mummy nao!? HAHA. And moving to English lessons, because I was sent to a Chinese school, I was forced to speak and write in Chinese. Not that I was complaining but coming from an English educated family - I simply didn't enjoy myself. So, English (and art classes) was (were) like the only class(s) I looked forward to &lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;every week&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, I'm very&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the Chinese education that I'd been given. I'm glad that I could speak in that lingo instead of being a banana inside out! heh. (although I barely use it on a daily basis, ever since I left &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to english lessons, the one thing I enjoy doing was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;writing essays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! We were always told to write about well, anything. And, kids being kids - we had a very limited scope of "what should we write in free-topic essays". It was either to write about your pet, yourself or your life as an objects/animal/insect.&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; WTF face please!&lt;/span&gt; -.- tsk* Oh well, I did manage to ace in exams - so who cares! Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've decided to write a lil' about my schooling life since it was the only thing I could come up with to write about tonight. Like it, hate it? I. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Care. oops!? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a little news for you, earlier today - I'd happened to be in the same lift with 4 ubber pretty&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;/&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;hot looking guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's too bad I was looking like shit to even have a third glance at them. Damn it! Why is it that I'm always bumping into hotties when I'm &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;looking like crap&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah! Try picturing baggy tee and jeans. Bejezus! I gotta stop being a bumm whenever I'm leaving home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the story of my life. I hope I manage to&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; annoy &lt;/span&gt;you with my random and out-of-the-blue updates, well - I was talking/bragging about &lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;self. I'm sure y'all had a couple of "eye-rolling" moments! ha. Till then, I'm off beeetches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TGAR25LLBlI/AAAAAAAADqE/xxHekndjvRA/s1600/4_play_by_andru89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TGAR25LLBlI/AAAAAAAADqE/xxHekndjvRA/s320/4_play_by_andru89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Sometimes I wish things were plain and simple. Again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1678821007604525981?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1678821007604525981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1678821007604525981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1678821007604525981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1678821007604525981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-escape.html' title='It&apos;s my Escape'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TGAR25LLBlI/AAAAAAAADqE/xxHekndjvRA/s72-c/4_play_by_andru89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-910314271990315399</id><published>2010-08-07T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:01:53.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Me The Right Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want everything in life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to know everything there is to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to be someone everyone will need in life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to earn so much that my parents wont' have to worry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to write about everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to be an interest to people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was filling up this survey about a student's daily routines, and their likings. I came across this question asking when am I most energized/alert in a day. I had three choices, 1) In the mornings, 2) In the afternoons 3) At &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *smile* Guess what I answered? The right answer wins!! yay! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession, I'm nocturnal. No kidding. I'm always wide awake during the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;wee hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of the morning. Which is pretty &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;trashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cause' I have no reason at all to stay awake - at least for the time being. When assignments starts flowing in. Oh, I'm doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start using more &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;transitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my essays/blog posts. A lecturer commented that students these days barely uses transitions in their essay. And in order to do well in my writing class, I should start practicing now, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, earlier this week. I tried being a heroin by helping mummy out in the kitchen. Well, being the smarty-pants that I am, I decided to help out with the red chilli pounding (it's a traditional dish, hence the traditional way of preparing it). Anyways, after a couple of MINUTES, I got lazy and decided to get over and done with it - which in other words means doing everything in a rush), also forgetting that I was dealing with really hot hot chillis! I got sting in the eye, reeeal bad! And of course, various curse words of many languages were formed/yelled. Sorry mummy. Thank goodness, for the bathroom nearby. &lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Stupid stupid chillis&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why had I even bother writing about that incident - it's not even interesting. Oh sawd, I'm an idiot. Phfft! What new, yeh? Anyway, forget about my idiocy, lets' move on - remember me saying something about the layout of my blog? And how I plan to change it (but I haven't got the chance to do it)? Remember? Ohh, I'm just saying - Me thinks it's time for a change. I really need to stop being so lazy. Even if it's only&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; refurnishing a BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slams head on the keyboard* hdhfr'huhjh ;jmkjnhkljdfklj;ituom,xnvndbldghkt.g GAHH!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nearly dinner time back here. Till then, I'll be back for more updates.Oh did I mention, that I'm blogging AND tumblin' at the same time? Yes, tumbling's been pretty &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've finally made plans for my future. I've finally have &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;goals in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, solid and realistic ones! ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then. Thanks for reading dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TF08o0Fe86I/AAAAAAAADp8/mt_Fzy0M4uA/s1600/DSC09555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TF08o0Fe86I/AAAAAAAADp8/mt_Fzy0M4uA/s320/DSC09555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Langkawi Island, Cable Car Town - souvenir stop]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-910314271990315399?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/910314271990315399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=910314271990315399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/910314271990315399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/910314271990315399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/read-me-right-way.html' title='Read Me The Right Way'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TF08o0Fe86I/AAAAAAAADp8/mt_Fzy0M4uA/s72-c/DSC09555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4111134061160922274</id><published>2010-08-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:46:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this...?</title><content type='html'>I've finally found the right one! That's it! NOW, I can write. Like I said, I had a feeling I'd be doing an update here, I'm finally inspired and hyped to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;lazy day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for me, well depressing if you were to dig deeper for the real truth. The gloominess of schooling week is just about to begin. Not that I'm complaining, somehow the fear of going through another few months of torture and sleepless nights worries me. =( And to add on to that, my friends are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the country, now, I'm a very people person, I remember my close friend commenting that she hasn't seen me hanging out at the cafes in campus &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So yes, I never eat alone, I never hang out alone - I mean, WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?! No? But thank you bestie for stating the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are alot of gigs and shows happening this week. Sadly, I'll be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;missing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on ALL OF THEM. Why? I have friggin' classes and grades to deal with for this few months. So please bear with my MIA-ness for the &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;next few months&lt;/span&gt;. I'd proally be online most of the time, only I won't have the mood to blog, chat or stalk. WHEE! Joy! I. can't. wait. -.- You'd be a fool to believe my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vision. My vision is to be a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;well-known writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have a plan. I plan to make it big in the media industry (no, I ain't talking about no singing or acting - please, I can't sing/act to save my life!) I have a wish. And that's to manage my time wisely. YEEEES, I know I've mentioned about my time-managements in my recent posts but after looking at my &lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;not-up-to-my-expectations&lt;/span&gt; grades - I've decided, it's time for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a change&lt;/span&gt;. I've got to really focus on what's important and forget about boys, loves and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I just hate it when I talk serious. It's just not me. I'm known for being nonsensical and grumpy and I prefer to keep it that way. Heh. Well, I'm running out of things to say. I should leave now. I'll be back for more rantings. Hopefully things will work out &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;better &lt;/b&gt;this semester. *finger crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Charming lilis blooming&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Twinkling stars sparks as we make out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dark clouds floats by as the rain begins to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sad song plays as tears stream down your cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for the once upon a time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I will remember you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But it's gonna be hard for me to love you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFbZ3i6Gx1I/AAAAAAAADp0/QrWrwh1DdlM/s1600/DSC03499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFbZ3i6Gx1I/AAAAAAAADp0/QrWrwh1DdlM/s320/DSC03499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Langkawi Island 2010,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;vintage VW used as a signboard to a beach cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4111134061160922274?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4111134061160922274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4111134061160922274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4111134061160922274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4111134061160922274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-this.html' title='Is this...?'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFbZ3i6Gx1I/AAAAAAAADp0/QrWrwh1DdlM/s72-c/DSC03499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2526035578489166103</id><published>2010-08-02T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:18:34.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HO!</title><content type='html'>Since I can't access my regular sites, I my as well spent a few minutes updating this dusty blog. To be honest, I haven't been inspired to blog. Not that I lost my touch in writing, I just got lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my holidays are finally coming to an end. *sigh* So, goodbye late mornings and lazy nights - and hello early mornings and &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;. BOO! And while I'm at it, I have a very strong feeling I won't be enjoying my Uni life. Honestly, I've gotten sick and tired of my study life - or maybe I'm just not having enough of the holidays. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you been doing throughout the week? Me? Let's just say, my home was basically a hotel for my to sleep in during the night. Nuff' said. And yes, you can proally imagine the soundings I'd gotten from my parents and I've once again, broke the "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" house rule. I got home 2 hours later.*shrugs* hey! What's life without a little &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no? :) Well, it was pretty scary to creep up the stairs without making a single sound and to tip-toe into my room without making screechy sounds. DAMN YOU DOOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes when you swear you will not do something &lt;strike&gt;again&lt;/strike&gt; ever again? Yeh, I've been there, done that and somehow - I'm always so eager to &lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;break my promise&lt;/i&gt;. WABBIT! Not that I'm a rebel or anything, it's just a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. C'mon, admit it - when your parents forbid you to do something or when you're not legal to do something, the temptation is just THERE! &lt;br /&gt;Just there...waiting for you to break out from your comfort zone. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on, I have this thing against fashionable girls who thinks they are all that. Yes YOU! I don't get why people like you think you're all pretty and glam just because you own many pairs of shoes and funny "lady Gaga" stuff. Phfft! Oh please, you have no idea how people &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;despise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People like ME, that is. I'm &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;two faced&lt;/span&gt;, so what? I'm just one of those girls who'd &lt;b&gt;pretend&lt;/b&gt; to help you out just so that I could see you crash and burn. Yeh, I'm that mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, kidding. I'm always the girl next door. The one who knows nothing bout fashion and music. Cause' all I do is stay home reading encyclopedias about the human body and origamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no shit! I'm no &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;girl next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the only thing "girl next door" about my is my pretty face. ha. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I've finally did my rantings on this post. &lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;I like it&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I'm off now. I think I'll be back tomorrow, I got so hyped up with typing now. Well, writing a reply to someon and blogging is different. It's somewhat - fun! *bore* oh yeah, because I'm uber &lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;long-winded and chatty&lt;/span&gt;. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Before I post this, I would like to apologize to people on my facebook list - I'm sorry for not wishing you &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; on your birthday (oh duh!) - not that you'd notice my wish being burried below tons of other wishes. So yes. Consider this paragraph dedicated to you. I'm sorry it's not sugar-coated, the more I try to coat it, the more sarcastic it gets! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight, good morning and goodbye lovelies! HAPPY AUGUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFWhqd332kI/AAAAAAAADps/lDPkunsnrTI/s1600/DSC03502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFWhqd332kI/AAAAAAAADps/lDPkunsnrTI/s320/DSC03502.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[My summer vacation on Langkawi Island]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TipsyDarlene &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2526035578489166103?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2526035578489166103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2526035578489166103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2526035578489166103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2526035578489166103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-ho.html' title='HEY HO!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TFWhqd332kI/AAAAAAAADps/lDPkunsnrTI/s72-c/DSC03502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8121165969112886803</id><published>2010-07-10T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:45:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You No Longer Break Me</title><content type='html'>You left and then 1&amp;nbsp;1/2 years later you came back. Why? Why must you  be the one remind me of the good times and the bad times I had with you?  Why must you come back?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking again. I thought the ball was on my side, but I guess  I was wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me out. You said we ought to do some catch up after so  long. When the day came, I texted you, asking if the plan is still on - I  did not get a reply from you. Not even a “sorry I can’t make it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? You’re planning to stop talking to me again? You did it  again. You came, you conquered and you left. Just like that! Only this  time, I am not as vulnerable as I was 1&amp;nbsp;1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not upset about the whole ditching thing. I’m just disappointed.  Disappointed because I thought you would’ve known better to at least  have the decency to inform me that you could not make it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for you, because you had to turn to your ex-girlfriend  for comfort. I feel sorry for you because your ex-girlfriend was the  only person you could talk when you needed a shoulder. You’re a jerk and  you will always be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me. I’ve moved on. I’ve dated multiple. I’ve had a few flings  and you know what?&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON’T MISS YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8121165969112886803?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8121165969112886803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8121165969112886803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8121165969112886803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8121165969112886803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-no-longer-break-me.html' title='You No Longer Break Me'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6711288282490150671</id><published>2010-07-05T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:45:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I suffered from depression. It was so bad that  I had isolated myself from my friends and people whom I love so dearly.  I was facing a really bad phase in life, I haven’t opened up myself to  anyone or even had a decent/proper conversation with anyone for the past  few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-content"&gt;            &lt;div class="copy"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The ever so bubbly me (or so my friends claimed) was no longer there.  I’m always angry, always sad, always always expecting every little  thing I do to be perfect and when it doesn’t (which is every-time), the  cycle starts. I cut all social lifeline I had and was basically a loner  for a very long time. Well, for a person who enjoys being around people -  it was considered a &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I’m doing better, although I still have the urge to isolate  myself from people. I’m a perfectionist by nature, I want everything to  be perfect. Even my friends. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6711288282490150671?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6711288282490150671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6711288282490150671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6711288282490150671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6711288282490150671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/07/month-ago.html' title='A Month Ago...'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-9190191342271017237</id><published>2010-07-05T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:30:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever The Same</title><content type='html'>What's your definition of perfection?&lt;br /&gt;What's your idea of happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Is there happily ever afters afterall?&lt;br /&gt;When will my time come? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I'm glad I've come this far &lt;br /&gt;I've made it! On my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've gotten over you &lt;br /&gt;You no longer make me nervous&lt;br /&gt;You no longer give me cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;You no longer make me crave for your touch&lt;br /&gt;You're just...a nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;No more taking mental pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;My heart no longer remembers you&lt;br /&gt;I'd gotten used to your absense&lt;br /&gt;I'm...doing well without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And oh! By the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TDC2utmY5MI/AAAAAAAADpU/MwOFPb-Agjs/s1600/in_love__by_poop_art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TDC2utmY5MI/AAAAAAAADpU/MwOFPb-Agjs/s200/in_love__by_poop_art.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've met someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Someone whom you might know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;He treats me well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;He loves me tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;He touches me softly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;He kisses me right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Most importantly, he makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-9190191342271017237?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/9190191342271017237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=9190191342271017237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9190191342271017237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/9190191342271017237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-same.html' title='Ever The Same'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TDC2utmY5MI/AAAAAAAADpU/MwOFPb-Agjs/s72-c/in_love__by_poop_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7472162788702760110</id><published>2010-06-18T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:05:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>So while waiting for my final assignment questions to be uploaded on the student portal. I shall take my free time to update this dusty ol' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone missed me? Hmm. I guess not. Well, I'm getting closer and closer to the end of my semester. I'm so so glad and yes, my mood has gotten better by the day. I've been a bitch and a emo-kid for the past few months. Blame it on the stress and the people in my class. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, just so you know - I'm in the mood to write. So please bear with my unnecessary information written here. ha. I can't wait for my summer holidays to begin! I'm in need of sleeps. Like plenty of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This may sound crazy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I think I'm falling in love with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make me smile with the simplest things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm winning and losing at the same time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like how you make me feel happily defeated in playful arguments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything in between just perfects it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time can wait because we have everyday to look forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can tell that you're in love with me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I hope that you can see that in me too&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s: I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-TipsyD- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Inspired to write. I should start learning how to write dinner instead of dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll be off. I'm getting tired - I should proally wake up early the next day to check for the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7472162788702760110?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7472162788702760110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7472162788702760110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7472162788702760110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7472162788702760110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/06/silent-heartbeat.html' title='The Silent Heartbeat'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1730061151819316589</id><published>2010-06-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:28:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibly Visible</title><content type='html'>I....can't decide if I'm feeling the failure in me pouring out slowly like a stream of blood from a wound. I have been a very angry kid for the past few months. Maybe the new uni environment, maybe the people - I simply don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sometimes, I just want to cry myself to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At times, I feel disappointed with myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know I haven't been a good kid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know you haven't been very proud of me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm very sorry for all the hatreds and angers thrown at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Truth is, the problem lies within me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can never be satisfied with myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My sadness had somehow converted themselves into anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tears turned violent and sarcasm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love you so so dearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I never meant to make you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Trust me on this, I promise to change from now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is how I will sum up the emotions running through me. I haven't been picking up calls or replying any text messages, I'm sorry. Maybe someday I will, maybe I would prefer to remain....unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I would expect no sympathy or any word of wisdom because I'm done with cliche and cheese.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Be back soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1730061151819316589?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1730061151819316589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1730061151819316589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1730061151819316589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1730061151819316589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/06/invisibly-visible.html' title='Invisibly Visible'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-3374403296204703325</id><published>2010-06-09T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:49:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful sadness within</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's about time I update my blog, since I chose not to close it down - I my as well make full use of it's purpose, no? I've been away from the social site I was once zomg-I-can't-live-without-it sorta way. But now I've got better things to do and focus on. No hunnays, it' ain't no boy stories this time. I've long got over the fact that I'd proally be flying solo till I actually have an apartment of my own and to throw shit parties. Maybe then, I'd be having random guys for a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;one nighter,&lt;/span&gt; who knows? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'M KIDDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Uni started, I haven't been hanging out much with friend outside campus. Blame it on my bad time management and procrastination - as long as work is never done, I REFUSE to leave home. ha. Plus, it's not like I'm THAT desperate to be part of the social scene. As of now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a total anti-social freak for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a bitch to people I don't know and know.&lt;br /&gt;I have been really nice to people whom I barely know.&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking like shit for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aybe it's the age, maybe it's the friends I've been with, maybe it's the way I'm living my life now, maybe it's the way I've been thinking, maybe it's the way I want things to be perfect in the end. Just maybe it's not about some guy. For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TA-NTXF2nEI/AAAAAAAADnM/9wYHJ-U0miU/s1600/124033916587915.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TA-NTXF2nEI/AAAAAAAADnM/9wYHJ-U0miU/s320/124033916587915.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So whoever that was once or still is my victim of bad-mouthing. I'm very sorry for all this. Well, maybe not - you probably deserved it anyways. I've pretty close to the end of the semester now. I. Can't. Wait. I need my summer. Hmm, summer in Malaysia sounds good, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have y'all been since my missing-in-actionness?! Much apologies yea? I haven't been inspired to write or &lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;socialize&lt;/span&gt; for a long time now. Can't say I'm having a writer's block tho. I have to admit, nowadays, whenever I have the free time, I would either catch up on sleeps or doing anything but surf the WWW. Seriously though, staring at the screen for hours isn't very healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni has really made me realize a whole lot of things. And yes, as cliche as it may sound - I'm actually beginning to take my dear life seriously. I'm not talking emo here, I mean - what's out there, in the world is 10 times the pressure I'm facing in Uni. I'm happy I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make my move nao. I gotta get back to my course assignments and worries for the next week. FINAL WEEK OF UNI YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear new guy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You're cute, there is no doubt about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You've got the style, you've got the character that I adore but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm sorry. I just don't think we fit. You're not reading me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s: I don't think I'm ready to love you yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tipsy Darlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-3374403296204703325?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3374403296204703325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=3374403296204703325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3374403296204703325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3374403296204703325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-sadness-within.html' title='A beautiful sadness within'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TA-NTXF2nEI/AAAAAAAADnM/9wYHJ-U0miU/s72-c/124033916587915.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8745833486497442023</id><published>2010-05-20T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:05:43.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abused Animals in A'Famosa Resort</title><content type='html'>This video. Angers me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been away from blogspot for quite sometime now but I had to blog about this, I had to voice out. It makes me really really upset just watching this. Don't worry, its nothing scary or gruesome it's only upsetting about the way people mistreat animals. Just because they do not speak, or have two feet like we do - doesn't make you entitled to treat them this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who's reading this, do forward this video and it's up to as to whether or not you're an animal lover, we're talking humidity here! Whoever treats animal this way?!!? And if this video isn't enough to convince you that people like THEM are being cruel towards animals, then you should proally go EAT YOUR OWN SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5ACVn73YL0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5ACVn73YL0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Location: A'Famost Resort, Melaka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all should really be ashamed of yourself. I am no one to judge you, but from what I see here - you're definitely a money-minded asshole. You'd proally be mind-fucked if someone were to drugged you that way. Stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this video/post around. This is AN act of animal cruelty of a tiger drugged at A'famost resort, so you can prod him and take pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8745833486497442023?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8745833486497442023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8745833486497442023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8745833486497442023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8745833486497442023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/05/abused-animals-in-afamosa-resort.html' title='Abused Animals in A&apos;Famosa Resort'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6055121662034076923</id><published>2010-05-03T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:02:39.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Themed Spiral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S97fQ4KlLjI/AAAAAAAADmU/pU29__zH4X4/s1600/DSC09306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S97fQ4KlLjI/AAAAAAAADmU/pU29__zH4X4/s320/DSC09306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello again! If this is your firs time here, welcome! :) I'm gonna make this a quick one. I'm sorta kinda running out of time. Yeh! Assignment crisis. ha. Thanks to the much procrastination throughout my two weeks of hols. tsk* In my past post, I mentioned that I plan to start a fashion/wishlist/anything I adore photo blog. So as planned. I've finally got myself an account on Tumblr. ha. Prove y'all wrong didn't I?! BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an account on tumblr, do link me up. Or, to sound a little more desperate - do FOLLOW me. blah! Sense the urgency in my writings? Nevermind, it's not important. I'm just doing really short and quick brainstormings - to come up with something to write. Yes, I dislike having a super short post.&amp;nbsp; So ha, mind the random lingo and weird spellings on words. I like coming up with funny curse words. My latest one? Cheeseballs. Like it? Hate it? I really don't care. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how my post hasn't been coloured these days. Yeh! When laziness takes over, this is what happens. So school was pretty awesome today. We've finally shifted to the new campus. Let me just put it in a really simple manner. I. Share a lovehate thing for my campus. There are pros, and cons. Boo! Will tell you more if I have the time and if I remember to do so. ha. What? I can't say I've got a goldfish memory tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks I'll stop here. My mind has already shifted to the assignment mode. If that even make sense! And one more thing? Is my blog layout getting boring? Me thinks I'll make some changes on the colours and everything else necessary. It looks dull. Already. Oh yes! I almost forgot. So much for promoting my new photo blog when I haven't given you the link! Phfft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! &lt;a href="http://spiraltwigs.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://spiraltwigs.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Like the name? I didn't want so many accounts of mine under that SAME nickname: Tipsy Darlene. BORING) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blasting week people! I've got to run, gotta get rid of the Monday blues and work on my bloody assignments now. Love y'all tons. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6055121662034076923?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6055121662034076923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6055121662034076923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6055121662034076923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6055121662034076923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/05/themed-spiral.html' title='Themed Spiral'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S97fQ4KlLjI/AAAAAAAADmU/pU29__zH4X4/s72-c/DSC09306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6038190539486516984</id><published>2010-04-29T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:46:37.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9j7Qny8nAI/AAAAAAAADmM/ZSkjeoSMKSk/s320/DSC09444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9j7LtToalI/AAAAAAAADmE/OEUBGjXVXJ8/s1600/DSC09455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9j7LtToalI/AAAAAAAADmE/OEUBGjXVXJ8/s320/DSC09455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereophonics was teh bomb. Hell yes, they were good live. Kelly nearly got my tearing when he did a slow on &lt;b&gt;Bright Red Star. &lt;/b&gt;My favourite of the night? Everything. Me thinks I'm having a hippie crush on Adam Zindani. He's uber uber cute with those dimples. These are something I can't keep to myself. Sure, getting knocked over, stepped on by this reallyfatguy and the aftermath might be a bitch but *shrugs* Like what Dax said, it's all worth it. No?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: This really short guy in between 2 really big guy. Check out his shirt!! *dies* &lt;br /&gt;Picture 2. Souveniers from the boys! LOVE LOVE baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma repeat myself, the aftermath is a bitch. It's way worth than a hangover. I'm bloody deaf! I have to speak extra loud to hear myself and people have to speak louder in order for me to hear them. ha. This. Is was awesome-mer than dancing your ass off in clubs. Trust me. The adrenalin rush is...orgasmic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest of their videos on my tube channel. Here's one of them &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCL_PnXLjfo"&gt;"She's Alright."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the next gig!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6038190539486516984?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6038190539486516984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6038190539486516984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6038190539486516984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6038190539486516984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-hot-boys.html' title='Hot hot boys!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9j7Qny8nAI/AAAAAAAADmM/ZSkjeoSMKSk/s72-c/DSC09444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4401693441184787728</id><published>2010-04-24T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:01:34.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because She's Inpired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9HfsFgiMKI/AAAAAAAADl8/YsTAcdJij_c/s1600/DSC09059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9HfsFgiMKI/AAAAAAAADl8/YsTAcdJij_c/s320/DSC09059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[photo source: &lt;a href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho! I'm back with an update, and this time - Imma tell you about my plans for the near near future. Like tomorrow, near! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has been a bitch lately *shrugs* Oh well, as long as I'm able to update em' whenever I want to, it's all goood. So! About my plans, I'm considering starting a tumblr account, just so I can share my monthly, weekly, daily, whenever time wish-list(s). Don't know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put it this way, I have a very strong interested towards fashion (and photography) - and instead of browsing through tons and tons of fashion websites and saving inspiring photos (yes, who doesn't do that?!) in a folder created specially for this, I've decided, well - plan to actually have a blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From combat boots, to flip flops - they all scream fashion. How do you define fashion disaster? When you mismatch them. Well, I can't think of celebrity who dresses really badly (for now!) but will a clown's fashion sense work? Aren't they suppose to be happy, things?! Why the scary make up and disastrous matching of colours! It's nor wonder kids are so afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes you wear spells your character. Not forgetting your hair. The wrong haircut might just score you a bad image, tho' you've been dressed top-to-toe by a fashion stylist. And yeah, accessories too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said, this is all in the name of planning. I've got to seriously work on my time management if I intend to do so. *shrugs* I know, it's a waste of time but I like writing and telling tales. It makes me happy when readers stumbles upon my blog. *tight hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. Blame it on the inspirations. I hope it doesn't wear of that easily as it did back when I was into collage-ing my room wall. ha. I still have bits and pieces left on my wall, haven't really got the initiative to stick up new stuff! ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is where I stop. I'm just too excited to not share my plans with you guys! *fingers crossed* I really really hope it'll happen. And oh! David Corio will be in town tomorrow for a photography talk, be sure to check him out. Details, click &lt;a href="http://edm.catcha.com/converseparty/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links to David Corio on the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, toodles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&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/6488570639997217494-4401693441184787728?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4401693441184787728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4401693441184787728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4401693441184787728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4401693441184787728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-shes-inpired.html' title='Because She&apos;s Inpired'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S9HfsFgiMKI/AAAAAAAADl8/YsTAcdJij_c/s72-c/DSC09059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1838757374503394602</id><published>2010-04-20T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:53:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because YOU is Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been away, far away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been drifting, drifting further&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been long gone, gone away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been chasing, chasing the clock&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been busy, busy with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally rain, after days of melting mentally and physically! For the past few day, I've been taking a gazillion showers in a day! Why? &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;ThankyouverymuchMr.Heat!&lt;/span&gt; Well, I've gotta make this a quick one - I know y'all been dropping by but I haven't' had the time to spent a couple of minutes to blog. Le sigh. I'm so sorry guys.Y'all must be getting really bored of me saying sorry huh? *bangs head on the wall* I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of friends whom had quit blogspot and joined Tumblr instead. Is it any better? Or just cause' re-blogging pictures saves precious time of typing? Hmm? Well, I've thought of starting a tumblr but, I've already got 3 accounts (blogspot, deviantart, Facebook) to juggle and I'm already getting dead lazy in keeping them updated. OR, I should just stop everything and stick to good ol'&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; text messaging&lt;/span&gt;?! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I've been on the verge of breaking down. One thing that kept me going was my very own self-motivating lines. &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"I'm gonna finish what I start"&lt;/span&gt; and "You're in Uni - workloads are expected to pill up, you chose to further your studies - so don't complain!". Hence the no-complains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of complains, let me just spend some minutes rambling yeh!? I can't stand people who complains about workloads/assignments given. You're given the time to work on it, what have you been doing? When dateline approaches you&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and curse every living thing on earth, why not yourself? For me, I'm both - yes, I'm still in the process of managing my time wisely. tsk* Wise eh?! Anyhoots, I may be really bad at time managements but hell, I wouldn't go around every social site &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(or to every friend) &lt;/span&gt;to complain about it! You wanted to further your studies, you applied for the course - why not blame yourself for all the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and stress?! Childish dipshits! You guys annoy me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proally expecting me to come up with some cliche' line like, &lt;i style="color: purple; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"never give up hope"&lt;/i&gt; - yeah I had but, it's one of the most used line in every damn emotional breakdown moments. Phfft! It's just like when you're hearbroken, going all sobbity sob about it, then your good friend comes along - pats you on the back and say "there are plenty of other fishes in the sea". Well, shit! I want THAT fish and not the 'other' fishes - so watchu gonna do about it eyh!?&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; GET ME THAT FISH DAMNIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Can't people come up with something more original? Come to think of it, they can't because every time something original is said - they'll be &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: small;"&gt;copies &lt;/span&gt;of it all over the place. -.- HOLY COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm in a really talky and expressive mode. So if you don't like what I've said or maybe you happen to be one of those people whom I had mentioned, well too bad for you. Piss off! I shall end here, I will be back for more ramble. Hopefully. No worries, there is not where in the right mind of mine would I switch to tumblr or boring ol' wordpress. They &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Go check them out and figure it out yourself, stupids! I'm not your nanny to have link you up on simple things like that. ha. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BITE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this by saying today...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Sarcasm, is the only thing I offer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyone got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S81dSaX268I/AAAAAAAADl0/43jpLds1ok8/s1600/_stupid_people__by_fangedfem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S81dSaX268I/AAAAAAAADl0/43jpLds1ok8/s320/_stupid_people__by_fangedfem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...okay I'm kidding, what I really meant was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S81dOXcn2-I/AAAAAAAADls/jIb6ljBDJuw/s1600/You__re_not_stupid____by_kate4luv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S81dOXcn2-I/AAAAAAAADls/jIb6ljBDJuw/s320/You__re_not_stupid____by_kate4luv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Booyah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;xx TipsyDarlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1838757374503394602?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1838757374503394602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1838757374503394602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1838757374503394602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1838757374503394602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-you-dumb.html' title='Because YOU is Dumb'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S81dSaX268I/AAAAAAAADl0/43jpLds1ok8/s72-c/_stupid_people__by_fangedfem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8944053191921366263</id><published>2010-04-05T01:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:41:20.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A + B makes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7jZrcMprgI/AAAAAAAADgw/uy58Cw9logk/s1600/Love_by_iukasino.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350288886214146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7jZrcMprgI/AAAAAAAADgw/uy58Cw9logk/s200/Love_by_iukasino.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7jZjnE5CFI/AAAAAAAADgo/jHoqZYiUbfQ/s1600/Love_by_iukasino.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to write lyrics like AJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to grow up to be like Mr B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;ennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have boobies like Pam Anderson's behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to love you like how a fat kid loves choco cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see you again like how the sun shines everyday&lt;br /&gt;I want to be brilliant like Mr Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to hear from you whenever the sky cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have violets blooming in my garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have a cupboard filled with choco chips&lt;br /&gt;I want to take pretty pictures with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to inherit Kate Moss's skinny frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to dance like Mark Kanemura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have long legs like Mr Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to dream of anything sexy and romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be able to talk about absolute nonsense and still make you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to have them sneakers like Yelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be myself and not her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to sing a long to my favorite song with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to speak my mind like what he did&lt;br /&gt;I want to be special like a box of Ferrero Rocher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want, I want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to be mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;P.s: These are fun facts, random thoughts of mine and fyi, I do not wish to have my bossums as Pam.A's behind! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8944053191921366263?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8944053191921366263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8944053191921366263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8944053191921366263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8944053191921366263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/04/b-makes-3.html' title='A + B makes 3'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7jZrcMprgI/AAAAAAAADgw/uy58Cw9logk/s72-c/Love_by_iukasino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4623320672837471860</id><published>2010-04-03T01:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:27:47.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AM Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7Y3F_2dR6I/AAAAAAAADgg/SFWR76lDXcA/s1600/Need_Some_Time_To_Wake_Up_by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7Y3F_2dR6I/AAAAAAAADgg/SFWR76lDXcA/s320/Need_Some_Time_To_Wake_Up_by_lorelix04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455608574784653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I've been apologizing like crazy for the past few post. And this time, I shall not apologize. Cause' I know, I've proally lost at least half of my regular readers for the lack of updates. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, I've been really busy with course-works, Uni has been the bomb. I'm lovin' it - can't say I'm lovin' the workloads tho but..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M NOT COMPLAININ'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I would definitely not work on em if I could but...there isn't a way out to success is there?!  Okay, I'm experiencing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;brain farts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I got lost in thoughts and I can't remember the purpose of me updating my blog this time. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey! The weather's getting pretty cozy these days. Yeh, I know - many of you hate it when it rains but I DON'T! After weeks of heat and humid air, I'm really really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the rain/storm. Phfft! I sound like an oscar winner thanking my fans for the support. Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to talk about something more interesting! Well, I've been blogging about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete nonsense&lt;/span&gt; all this time. What difference would it make this time, yeh?! Oh oh!! I know, I'm learning how to speak Indonesian! Well, so far - I've only got the hang of them nouns and not them word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this "Gwe cinta sama lo" HAHA! Duh! It' means I love you. Funny how everyone likes learning how to use I LOVE YOU in different languages. To me, it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; cliche.&lt;/span&gt; It's pretty weird having my boyfriend expressing his luuuurve for me in many difference lingo. I'd proally go "huh?! Say that again?!" or "English please!?" See what I mean. Yes, I don't like y'all going all fancy with words. Keep em'&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; short and sexy baby&lt;/span&gt;! KISS yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me, some other girls might even want the guy to speak in a lingo she doesn't even understand! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication barrier&lt;/span&gt;, much?! We live in a weird world. *shrugs* Yeh, speaking of weird - I have friends who does funky shits while being around hot chicks! I'm totally feeling your nerves dude! We girls can really get your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; adrenalin&lt;/span&gt; going! No?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the line "Somebody please shoot me" and  "OMG FML"?! How on earth do you want us &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(receivers)&lt;/span&gt; to react to that?! "somebody please shoot me" Erm. Okay, if I had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would TOTALLY do that, for you annoy the shit out of me by using that dumb line. That's like saying, "Hey, please shoot me because that's the easiest way to die!" AND fml? Seriously? How on earth do you F^%# your life? Do share... My as well say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FMP FMP"&lt;/span&gt; instead &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(go figure!)&lt;/span&gt; Phfft! Oh yeah, we live in a mad mad world! Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about how weird people can get/are but, let's just put a stop here. I'm not sorry if I'd offended you because - I don't think I'm in a wrong speaking my mind out on MY blog. Well, haven't y'all read? The internet's a place for people to speak their minds. Cept' for some losers whom were stupid enough to talk shit about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; people. Then again....nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a happy note, read on please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Upon the bright blue sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Marshmallow clouds above my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Rainbow bridge below my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As my heart skipped a beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As your warmth intensifies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As you held my hand in yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have no regrets in loving you once more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because she's inspired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;TipsyDarlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4623320672837471860?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4623320672837471860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4623320672837471860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4623320672837471860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4623320672837471860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-am.html' title='3 AM Tonight'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S7Y3F_2dR6I/AAAAAAAADgg/SFWR76lDXcA/s72-c/Need_Some_Time_To_Wake_Up_by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6202734378420793213</id><published>2010-03-20T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:10:23.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S6Q6moY3DkI/AAAAAAAADf8/J6QuC8pHmxQ/s1600-h/468ef00e014ee7208e663f8fa6745aff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S6Q6moY3DkI/AAAAAAAADf8/J6QuC8pHmxQ/s320/468ef00e014ee7208e663f8fa6745aff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450545884376272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A getaway, I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;[Updates on: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry if I'd kept y'all waiting for an update here. Or not. I've got the sudden urge to update my blog since I'm getting pretty sick of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;neverending&lt;/span&gt; workload. It's time to de-stress! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new these days? I've been getting tons of tweet updates from&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://chuckpalahniuk.net/"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- he's a writer, well known for his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;unique style of writing &lt;/span&gt;and stories too. I kid you not! I. Adore this guy! And speaking of stories, I really miss having late night reads every night before I doze off. Yeh! I have this&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of reading before I sleep but I've been too tired to even do that these days. Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, I only miss my routines. Know? Like, spending hours on FB&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; (I KNOW RIGHT?!)&lt;/span&gt; and getting all distracted with twitter updates! Like the one my friend &lt;a href="http://somerandombabble.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julian Cheong&lt;/a&gt; had posted up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Mat kool mat kool kawanku, mari kita ikut mat kool! Main main selalu, syoknya syoknya ada mat kool! - Mat Kool sounds like a dildo, haha."&lt;/span&gt; Mehn, this really got me going! AND I can now tell you that - I will not be having Mat Kool pop for some time! Not until I digest this! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I haven't got much to update this time - yeah, my life has been pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt; these days. Wish I could write more but I'm saving some brain juice for my assignment - next in line. Well, I could write more if I...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bimbo blog?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I could start yapping about the prettiest and most expensive thing I bought last week and erm...proally a little bit about how bitchy my friends can be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Nawh, just kidding! I love y'all to bits) &lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would it be? Bimbo blogging? Awhh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hell&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;! I'd much prefer to talk about something people have to read to know about and not something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;EVERYONE ALREADY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know about. Y'all diggin' me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope this post had kept you entertained or AT LEAST you did read this on an attempt to kill time like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Hey, I'm bored waiting for Mr. ABC to come pick me up - ah! Let me read up on TipsyD's every-so-dusty-and-boring-blog"&lt;/span&gt; Hah. Sookay, you kept my reader's count up to date! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; for that! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twinkling bright above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crystal water beneath me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Freshly warm earth on my palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I write a post card from afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sending my love to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're not forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As many days have passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I still think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because some day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll come running back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TipsyDarlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6202734378420793213?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6202734378420793213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6202734378420793213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6202734378420793213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6202734378420793213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincerely-me.html' title='Sincerely Me'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S6Q6moY3DkI/AAAAAAAADf8/J6QuC8pHmxQ/s72-c/468ef00e014ee7208e663f8fa6745aff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4644670352395667206</id><published>2010-03-13T09:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:18:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because She's Crazy Possesive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear ol' dusty blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm truly sorry for ditching you at your times of needs - I know you miss me and if it makes you feel better, I miss you too&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (right back at cha' homie! *wink*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;-damn-&lt;/span&gt;owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5rz4f5bFpI/AAAAAAAADfs/-Mm25rucmmg/s1600-h/DSC08708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5rz4f5bFpI/AAAAAAAADfs/-Mm25rucmmg/s320/DSC08708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447934851218609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[The life of a girl who has conversations with herself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, I know y'all miss me too *cough* Hah. So while I was away, what have y'all been up to? As I mentioned and I will again, Uni has started. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;a string of assignments&lt;/span&gt; hanging on tip of my pinky now. Not a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; sign. Honest! A minute of slacking might just put me at majory hugey risk! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(*gasp* NO WAY!) &lt;/span&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have the habit of giving sarcastic remarks to my own remarks! Awh, c'mon, like as though none of y'all do it! No? Occasionally? No, too!? Nawh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you suck&lt;/span&gt;! And because I have no life outside the house&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I shall tell you bout my rotty life indoor. JOYYYY! So I'm officially grounded for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;9873621819 times!&lt;/span&gt; And this time, it's for good. Well, I figured if I'm being good &amp;amp; nice for the next few weeks, daddy might just let me off the hook - for a while. Yes daddy, I know I have to ace in Uni &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(too)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumsy complained that I go out too often, when I'm suppose to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;stick my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at home working on my assignments. *sigh* Yeh,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; life's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty much the way it is. Crispy crap, I miss the holidays now. I've really got to start reminding myself about my goals this semester/year &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(*read my previous post).  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said, I'm running on a bloody time machine. I've got to make this a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; quick and short update&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for such a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; lousy update.&lt;/span&gt; I promise I'll write more, once I've completed enough of my work in order for me to slack for a bit. *wink* Y'all are reading about the life of a perfectionist here. Oh yes! An&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; OCD-ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too! *smirk* Now shoo and come back again tomorrow or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4644670352395667206?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4644670352395667206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4644670352395667206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4644670352395667206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4644670352395667206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-shes-crazy-possesive.html' title='Because She&apos;s Crazy Possesive'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5rz4f5bFpI/AAAAAAAADfs/-Mm25rucmmg/s72-c/DSC08708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2572874412114133798</id><published>2010-03-05T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:35:31.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She plays it Sleek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5CJMG3lRHI/AAAAAAAADfk/lOAXEnmJP0U/s1600-h/Change__by_Teiiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5CJMG3lRHI/AAAAAAAADfk/lOAXEnmJP0U/s320/Change__by_Teiiko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445002790586106994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uni has finally begun,&lt;br /&gt;My holidays has finally ended,&lt;br /&gt;So it's hello workloads and nerdy modes,&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye late nights and snooze modes,&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change beeeetches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to enter my second week of Uni in approximately 2 days time. Assignments will start then. Boo! I was (am) pretty excited to start working on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at least I wouldn't get blamed for hogging the computer all night long - I will then have a valid reason to stay on! AAAND, I could put my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; brain &lt;/span&gt;into good use. Yes, I have been growing mushrooms and potatoes on them ever since holidays begun. Basically a whole &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bloody farm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is formed! Y'all diggin' meeeh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, every lecturer I've met has been pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;intimidating&lt;/span&gt;. I can't deny that I was already under majorey stress when they started explaining to us about our assignments and expectations in classes. I have no problem with any of them, it's just the tension! Y'know how it is, after months of not having to pay attention to anything over 2hours! It's cheeseballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a new beginning of my life in Uni, I want to ace! To be better than my nerdy friends! Damn they're good! And as cheezy as it may sound,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I want to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt; FTW?! Because I'm a workaholic and a perfectionist&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; (people who knows me well can be the judge of it!)&lt;/span&gt;, I will not let anything get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to set my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;priorities &lt;/span&gt;straight! I hate how I'm easily &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;influence,&lt;/span&gt; ESPECIALLY when a guy is involved! Bullocks! I mean, c'mon - Imma girl, what do you expect? I ain't pulling no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trick! Nuff' said. And my previous post may have been pretty emotional, well yeah - I'm sure life has it's ups and down but I shall not let that change &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the way I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my goals and what nots. The&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; humid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;weather is killing me softly inside out. Never in my life had I taken so many showers and sweat so much in one bloody day! The rain that showers us on certain evenings aren't even helping! Even with the air-condition turned on, I could still be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;burning and melting inside. &lt;/span&gt;Mind you, that line may sound kinky but hell no it's not! It's serious hot heat I'm talking about here! Damnation, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: TMnet Streamyx, quit being a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's suave yo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2572874412114133798?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2572874412114133798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2572874412114133798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2572874412114133798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2572874412114133798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-plays-it-sleek.html' title='She plays it Sleek!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S5CJMG3lRHI/AAAAAAAADfk/lOAXEnmJP0U/s72-c/Change__by_Teiiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-3512919847289723456</id><published>2010-02-25T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:53:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arcanum Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4YOiwGurmI/AAAAAAAADfc/WT5gN_CvEq0/s1600-h/DSC09023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4YOiwGurmI/AAAAAAAADfc/WT5gN_CvEq0/s320/DSC09023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442053189915291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Photo: TipsyDarlene on DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Secret desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Desires left to be fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;p.s: Only the beach knows them well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a very strong feeling this post will be a very emotional one. Today I woke up with dark clouds and grey sky, this really annoys me - Although I'm always complaining bout the blazing sun and heat I have to face during the day but the truth is, I love the sun. I hate it when it rains during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sucks when it rains, there's nothing to do indoor." ~Dennis Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains thunder storm, there is no way I can use the computer - unless I'm expecting a set of roasted modems and watching cable is far from possible. The damn rain would ruin the reception of programs I intend to watch. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing em' thunder growling over my head now. I have to make this post quick. Damn! I haven't got the time to get all hyped up in emotions yet. Blah! Guess, it's back to my novels this afternoon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got approximately 4 days left till I resume my classes. Can't believe how time flies so quickly, one moment I'm complaining about the 4 months I had to kill, the next moment I'm complaining about not wanting to start classes so soon. Ironic innit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop dancing my fingers on the keyboard now.  I kept my word, I DID update my blog the following day. I'll be back with more updates, and oh! I'm sorry for the dull stories in this post. Hate to say I told you soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles Noodles loveys! Thanks for reading darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-3512919847289723456?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3512919847289723456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=3512919847289723456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3512919847289723456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3512919847289723456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/02/arcanum-of-my-life.html' title='The Arcanum Of My Life'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4YOiwGurmI/AAAAAAAADfc/WT5gN_CvEq0/s72-c/DSC09023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7457104148653534595</id><published>2010-02-24T23:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:48:02.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers To That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4VQQqQHumI/AAAAAAAADfU/S4cgn8KXLZw/s1600-h/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4VQQqQHumI/AAAAAAAADfU/S4cgn8KXLZw/s320/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441843971897145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apologizing for the lack of updates on my blog is now a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;norm&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. I'm sorry! I haven't been inspired much to blog. Or when I'm inspired to - something is sure to come up, leaving me kicking myself mentally for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; timing and shit. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; un-identical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twin have been buggin' me for an update on my blog. Here goes, I shall start by telling you bout my partner in crime cum the un-identical twin! We met on a random night out with friends, since we both share the same friends - it's no wonder that we could meet. Oh duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that random night itself, we got closer and began exchanging information about guys we both &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dig and hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And whatdoyouknow!? We both share the same taste in them boys, baby! My close friends will know me well enough to figure out the sort of guy I would date and the sort of guys whom I would rather be caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; than to be seen out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep our looooong fairytale story short, we've only known each other for nearly 4 weeks &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(only) &lt;/span&gt;and we're already exchanging stories of our life and sex life &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(I'm kidding!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm debating as to whether or not I should upload a picture of her but since she's terribly&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; secretive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bout herself I've decided to not upload em' here. I would proally have em' on facebook if I could find the time to upload em'. FYI, Imma pretty lazy person by nature. BOOHHOO!! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with updates soon. Hopefully the following day. Come back again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;loveys&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7457104148653534595?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7457104148653534595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7457104148653534595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7457104148653534595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7457104148653534595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheers-to-that.html' title='Cheers To That!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S4VQQqQHumI/AAAAAAAADfU/S4cgn8KXLZw/s72-c/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6994908486239546707</id><published>2010-02-18T00:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:29:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Glow</title><content type='html'>Olla people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing me already? Nawhhh! I've only been gone for...well couple of weeks! HAH. So uni will be starting in approximately 2weeks time. Boo! Just when I'm about to have fun bad news just HAD to pour in! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kill-joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, much!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my vacay by the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It. Was. The. Bomb.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(tsk* you can say that again!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could lay by the beach for hours because I simply adore it, I love the sound of the wave, I love the cool wind and I love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;golden sun&lt;/span&gt;. Can't say that I'm hating the tan. And yes, I'm definitely tanner than I already am. Oh well, it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time bonding with nature - with crickets and beetle bugs hopping and buzzing around my chalet really is something! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(sense the sarcasm, dipstick!)&lt;/span&gt; And taking Romeo for a walk by the beach and getting him dripping wet with&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; salt water&lt;/span&gt; really is something he can never get back in the City. Oh! Did I mention that I'm a city girl? Yes, I am. I may enjoy the beach but I care very much about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; - getting it all soaked wet in salt water and blazing it dry under the sun really isn't my idea of a healthy hair&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(which is why it's a vacation, GO FIGURE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this case, y'all are more than welcome to call me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bimbo&lt;/span&gt;! !@#$%^&amp;amp;* Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've taken a couple of piccas of the place. It's pretty small but I'm diggin' the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;privacy &lt;/span&gt;a lot lot. It's the only resort&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(that we know of!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that allows their visitors to bring their pets! Which explains why Romeo was brought along this time around. Do enjoy them pictures - once I get my hand on the photos in my brother's cam, there will be more up on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. This is about to sound uber cheezy but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; STAY TUNE &lt;/span&gt;for more picture updates yeah?! Not here but on DA and Facebook! Duh! Since when I've made it a trend to upload tons of piccas here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wjmeK2PTI/AAAAAAAADe8/h3Cwe8GAWLg/s1600-h/DSC09007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wjmeK2PTI/AAAAAAAADe8/h3Cwe8GAWLg/s320/DSC09007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439261593797279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sunrise on our way to our destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wg0dvFCHI/AAAAAAAADeM/vh8V7jqpA6E/s1600-h/DSC09015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wg0dvFCHI/AAAAAAAADeM/vh8V7jqpA6E/s320/DSC09015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439258535664093298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Where we stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whM5fjodI/AAAAAAAADeU/OIkdjl5_TmY/s1600-h/DSC09030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whM5fjodI/AAAAAAAADeU/OIkdjl5_TmY/s320/DSC09030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439258955432042962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lovin' the cute "kampung" house theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whbWIAXuI/AAAAAAAADec/2QQ_bmgeqBY/s1600-h/DSC09031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whbWIAXuI/AAAAAAAADec/2QQ_bmgeqBY/s320/DSC09031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439259203636059874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;...it's cozy, no?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whv14XXiI/AAAAAAAADek/nPouOGgcX3o/s1600-h/DSC09032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3whv14XXiI/AAAAAAAADek/nPouOGgcX3o/s320/DSC09032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439259555757776418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spot the hammock! My fav! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lying on it in your swimwear makes you feel sexy! *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wiFK0q9EI/AAAAAAAADes/dGF37z4_X8E/s1600-h/DSC09047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wiFK0q9EI/AAAAAAAADes/dGF37z4_X8E/s320/DSC09047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439259922156680258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Like my handwritings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We were allowed to write our shout outs on pillars/edges! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coolios! Innit?!! I'm definitely going back there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Click on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DA monster&lt;/span&gt; on your left to reach my DA profile. More pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovelove&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6994908486239546707?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6994908486239546707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6994908486239546707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6994908486239546707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6994908486239546707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunset-glow.html' title='Sunset Glow'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S3wjmeK2PTI/AAAAAAAADe8/h3Cwe8GAWLg/s72-c/DSC09007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-428369003114235737</id><published>2010-02-05T10:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:22:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Run Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first February post...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(that was totally unnecessary! Flip. I'm lame!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2uMyLQZ5fI/AAAAAAAADd8/W9J5PmiTVfY/s1600-h/DSC08811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2uMyLQZ5fI/AAAAAAAADd8/W9J5PmiTVfY/s320/DSC08811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434592168995579378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As my fingers dances on the keyboard writing this post I'm currently feeling slightly nauseous, a little tipsy, crazyly hungover - hence the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;swollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eyes bags, killer muscle cramps and ubberly dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about yesterday, shall we? I spent my day going for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Laura under the scorching 3pm sun. Which was pretty awesome, I love it when it's sunny. Can't say that I hate the tan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;LikeasifI'mnottannedenoughalready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahah! And of course, I got myself working some muscles there. Shitzo! I sounded reaaally masculine back there. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sunsets, and the night blooms. I had made plans with my girlies! We had a blast! Drinking clear sure burns. And oh! Have I forgot to mention that he&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; showed up&lt;/span&gt; by surprise while I was there? Well, sorta. His friend had secretly invited him. Yeh! He knows I sortakinda fancy him. And of course, I hadn't bother to spare him an&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; invitation&lt;/span&gt; cause' I didn't wanna look so desperate for him to be there. Hey! I deserve a night with my friends too okay?! Well okay, I was actually hoping that he would be there&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;since his friends were but I was, at the same time pleased to know that he wasn't there. It's just a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feeling, y'know!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when I crave for an ice cream but I can't afford to have desserts when I'm tryna lose em' weight. At the same time I would be the happiest kid if I were to have an&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. Y'all following me? So that was how I felt when I saw him. *sigh* I hate how he is able to make me feel that way. Which is pretty&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sucky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no scratch that it's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; REALLY SUCKY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cause' Idon'tknow! I just...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(read my previous post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got that off my chest. I really hope I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fall for you. I can&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I nearly died getting over my last heartbreak. And I don't need another. *sigh* Life is a bitch. Really it is. Then again, I miss the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To walk alone&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy the calmness of the night&lt;br /&gt;To seize every moment I have&lt;br /&gt;To take a mental photograph of you&lt;br /&gt;To love the conversations&lt;br /&gt;To treat you like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-428369003114235737?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/428369003114235737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=428369003114235737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/428369003114235737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/428369003114235737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-wanna-run-away.html' title='I Just Wanna Run Away'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2uMyLQZ5fI/AAAAAAAADd8/W9J5PmiTVfY/s72-c/DSC08811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7400670115292673470</id><published>2010-01-31T17:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:23:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Kiss and Tell, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Never the same person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Never at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The phone chimes to the rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She had the time of her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;To memorize every word meant the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A feeling that was never felt in a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All she has is a picture of you in her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Every memory of you was vaguely remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And she had cherished them so so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She wishes, She wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She wishes she had more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She could write a million poems just to tell you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Humming along to Letters To Cleo was her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Singing along to love songs just to feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's all over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Lipstick writings on the mirror had reminded her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Happy endings do not last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Believe not of the comfort you get across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sadness has won again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Her world has crashed and burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She no longer believes in true love and first kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She longer believes in love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2VZsigS8HI/AAAAAAAADdE/6Mkqr0zwIDs/s1600-h/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2VZsigS8HI/AAAAAAAADdE/6Mkqr0zwIDs/s320/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432847147203752050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;How she wishes you notice her better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7400670115292673470?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7400670115292673470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7400670115292673470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7400670115292673470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7400670115292673470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-kiss-and-tell-baby.html' title='Never Kiss and Tell, baby'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S2VZsigS8HI/AAAAAAAADdE/6Mkqr0zwIDs/s72-c/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4851243800587497611</id><published>2010-01-21T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:13:19.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Birthday</title><content type='html'>So after reading my previous post, I've decided that it wasn't exactly an update. I mean, why read my blog to find out about something that y'all can find on&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; google, &lt;/span&gt;no? Let me make up for the lake of originality kay? Every year begins with January, my month had started off awesomely with chill-out sessions, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dumdumdeedoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moments, and of course&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (here comes' the cheezy part!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quality time with friends! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with the night that had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;killed me&lt;/span&gt; physically. Yes! That night everyone had been looking forward to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(I mean, the people whom were invited, of course!)&lt;/span&gt; - It's Laura's huuge birthday bash! How is it huge? Well, for starters - she'd splurge a whole lot on drinks, food and of course her outfit! And when I say splurge, I'm talking about 1k plus! HOLY SHIT, no?! You look so puurty that night, Laura! Lovin' your shoes! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;YOU GO GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1hoIjSEXlI/AAAAAAAADck/5u53cmAyXwI/s1600-h/20268_258984959087_678599087_3078024_7421912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1hoIjSEXlI/AAAAAAAADck/5u53cmAyXwI/s320/20268_258984959087_678599087_3078024_7421912_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429203846914399826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;I know I'm a day late but heck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;BELATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;GIRLFRIEND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;legally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;safe&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthday wishes? How does one make their wish to the person an interesting wish? I mean, to go "Hey, happy birthday!" is just too common and uninteresting but to go "Hey, happy 21st, have a blast/have a great year ahead" is just wayy too&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; cheezy.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, you'd obviously want the person to feel all warmth inside whilst reading your message. I do. I like it when my friends come up with silly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;terms/nicknames/messages&lt;/span&gt; to wish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember receiving one from a friend saying "Happy Birthday, moo. May all the green grass be yours someday." Yes, I know it may sound uber wrong but that's not my point! I mean, he friggin' got&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his message and it's still&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; fresh&lt;/span&gt; in my head. Y'all diggin' meeh? And yes, I was nicknamed back in high school. Who wasn't?! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; my post. Do hope you had your moments reading this post and had got you thinking about the whole birthday wish thing. HAH. Till then, toodles people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4851243800587497611?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4851243800587497611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4851243800587497611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4851243800587497611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4851243800587497611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiss-me-birthday.html' title='Kiss Me Birthday'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1hoIjSEXlI/AAAAAAAADck/5u53cmAyXwI/s72-c/20268_258984959087_678599087_3078024_7421912_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5048716540547821615</id><published>2010-01-20T12:16:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:24:59.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look So Good (Without You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aOULOgSDI/AAAAAAAADcM/2RM9XSh3bGY/s1600-h/whodat-jay-sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aOULOgSDI/AAAAAAAADcM/2RM9XSh3bGY/s320/whodat-jay-sean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428682878103865394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just watching Jay Sean's Down on the tube and daym, this boy's got the body. I'm liking his clean shaven head and fecking hell - I would do him. Pretty darn awesome. Naw, I may not be a major fan of pop music but Down owns pretty crunk effects in the video! Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was meeting up with a friend of mine at this new place called "The Opera". We thought it would be nice to dine there since it was newly open, the crowd was slow and pretty sad. Why? They had shows, shows of elastic girls stuffing them skinny asses into a hula and scary mask-changing lady. I do not need another nightmare whilst munching on dinner and it also spells B.O.R.I.N.G. Seriously, who watches these anymore? After finishing our first order - we were out of there.  I would give em' a 6/10 for the food and 1/10 for the place&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(they had clean bathrooms. HAH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aSPf3HlII/AAAAAAAADcc/TWG3MqqErzM/s1600-h/heidi-montag-before-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aSPf3HlII/AAAAAAAADcc/TWG3MqqErzM/s320/heidi-montag-before-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428687195790087298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, anyhoots...Remember Lauren Conrad from The Hill on MTV? Do you remember her &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(ex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bestie Heidi Montag? Yeh, I was watching E! the other day and holy shit! This girl's gone from a A to a C cup. The main thing is she has had some serious plastic all over. Girl, you're about to turn in to the next Mariah! Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aNZv7sVYI/AAAAAAAADcE/KEkND9woPeY/s1600-h/heidi_montag_bacara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aNZv7sVYI/AAAAAAAADcE/KEkND9woPeY/s320/heidi_montag_bacara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681874344793474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From what I heard on E!, apparently - she is still up for another round of booby enhancement&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (making it a D cup!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. !@#$%^&amp;amp;* Heidi, tho' you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(and your hubby Spencer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aren't exactly my favourite character in The Hills - I think you look better now, just don't do anymore boobie jobs, you might just end up getting back-cramps when you're 50! Speaking of her husband - again, can't say that I adore his egotism in the show but daym - you've got some serious abs going on! Barbie and Ken from bimbo world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHt9S0JFazc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHt9S0JFazc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5048716540547821615?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5048716540547821615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5048716540547821615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5048716540547821615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5048716540547821615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-people-guess-whos-back-oh-geez-that.html' title='I Look So Good (Without You)'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S1aOULOgSDI/AAAAAAAADcM/2RM9XSh3bGY/s72-c/whodat-jay-sean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2205239329500380754</id><published>2010-01-13T10:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:45:51.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stranger To Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S005FkxqOlI/AAAAAAAADb0/ElgKq3NfbyQ/s1600-h/Everything_by_GhostTrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S005FkxqOlI/AAAAAAAADb0/ElgKq3NfbyQ/s320/Everything_by_GhostTrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426055893985409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies with happy endings. And just last night I was watching this movie about girl making her way through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in life and earning her a place in Harvard. Can't say that I'm not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One thing, she's inspired me to strive through tough times and actually working for what I want! And okay, this is about to sound &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ubber&lt;/span&gt; cliche but she made me want to be a better person in life. *rolls eyes* phfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this movie is a must watch! A genuine recommendation from moi! ;) The title of the movie's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Homeless To Harvard&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure y'all have heard of it, if you've been a loyal fan of the Hallmark channel. *chuckles* I...watch Hallmark occasionally, I love watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nanny&lt;/span&gt;, mehn - she has one helluva voice and character! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, speaking of last night - mehn, I had wilder to the wildest dreams (does that even makes sense?) Anyhoots, last night was fecked up - If I could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;relive&lt;/span&gt; last night, I would do it WITHOUT doing that things I had done. Blah! Nawh, isn't life a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!? It never stops reminding you about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the wrongs you've done. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, (today) I'd spent my morning thinking of the right topic to blog about and had eventually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;given up&lt;/span&gt; and went back to sleep. TEEHEE! Pathetic, I know! This is what happens when you're trying your very best not to think about something that you can't and NOT suppose to think about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(mehn, that was mouthful!)&lt;/span&gt;. You start thinking doofus! Y'all diggin' meeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes artiste write lyrics that makes no sense? Like "If Tomorrow never comes..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Tomorrow WILL come alright because, like or not - the world turns, the sun rises and sets and it's a new day, DUH!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "Umbrella, ella, eh, eh...."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(HOMAIGAWD, has she run out of things to sing about? Already?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and many others which I can't think of in a blink! You see, these are the few little things that gets me going - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;oooh yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma stop here, till then - keep reading! I would come up with a tagline like&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Goodbye for now, stay in school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but that's just too...superhero-ey! No? It reminds me of The Incredible! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Say whaaa?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll end it with the good ol' TD's way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Like a fallen leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Like a droplet of rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Like a dandelion blown away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Like me saying my goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Till then I will be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2205239329500380754?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2205239329500380754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2205239329500380754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2205239329500380754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2205239329500380754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-affect-you.html' title='A Stranger To Myself'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S005FkxqOlI/AAAAAAAADb0/ElgKq3NfbyQ/s72-c/Everything_by_GhostTrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6943338344516232452</id><published>2010-01-10T16:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:47:03.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love you too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S0mQseZ32VI/AAAAAAAADbs/_jbJPhSaA10/s1600-h/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S0mQseZ32VI/AAAAAAAADbs/_jbJPhSaA10/s320/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425026319894698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally living the new year! What have y'all been doing since then? Me? Good question, think that's basically the reason why I'm updating my blog. Hah. Again, I'm apologizing for the lack of updates. I haven't been inspired to blog. Phfft! Yeh! I tend to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; talk boring &lt;/span&gt;when I'm not inspired. Don't y'all ever feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, about the new year! I've been spending tons of time with my friends. Since I chose not to take up a day job, to hang out with friends is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;sortakinda&lt;/span&gt; the only fun thing to do. Heh. Call me sadistic. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friends, I've had a few friends who'd hooked up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; overly protective &lt;/span&gt;boyfees. Ones that banns em' from going clubbing and oh yeah! Certain hang out places too! ftw!? *shrugs* Seriously boys? Do you think by doing that you'll be able to have her all to yourself? Well, newsflash baby - it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; last long. Why? Well, at first she'll proally feel all warmth because her boyfee's being ubberly protective. Aww! *melts* As days/months pass, she wouldn't exactly feel the same - sure she may still be happy but by keeping her from hanging out with friends isn't quite what a girl might look for in a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;A: Who would you put first? Me of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;G: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;A: If you mention me, I'll smack you!&lt;br /&gt;G: Of course my friends!&lt;br /&gt;A: Good, I love you baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excludes loserfying girls with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no friends&lt;/span&gt; and basically no night life - that's a total different case. How come? Cause' they don't exactly have anywhere else to go - so why worry about being banned from going places? Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking for myself now. I'm not someone who can be controlled. I can't be controlled. You hate me going out at night with my guys friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then shove it&lt;/span&gt;! I don't need another man in my life &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;controlling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my curfews and hang out places. Got that, baby boy?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I finally got that off my chest,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; can't&lt;/span&gt; stand controlling tards. Neither do I get how girls can be sooooo clingy and lovey with that treatment. *rolls eyes* Oh Ford, how love can be sooo blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Thanks for reading my random babbles heartsies! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I heart youuuuu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6943338344516232452?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6943338344516232452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6943338344516232452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6943338344516232452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6943338344516232452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-i-love-you-too.html' title='Because I love you too'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/S0mQseZ32VI/AAAAAAAADbs/_jbJPhSaA10/s72-c/The_ways_of_love_by_Pavlova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4152146833794823043</id><published>2009-12-31T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:26:39.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up and Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We had our ups,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We had our downs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You're the death of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you but I wouldn't want you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm moving on to my next destination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Have fun fucking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I had my ups and downs in 2009. I mean, hello! Our life ain't perfect - a perfect is just uber uninteresting. Boo! I've lost, I've gained but all in all it was an awesome year! *rolls eyes* Don't we all say the same ol' shit every year end!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cliche' much!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't been blogging much, I figured I should give y'all and update! Instead of joining the hype of the new year, I'd much prefer to spend my time being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;couch potato&lt;/span&gt; on the new years eve! Why? Well, I'd proally be stuck in traffic somewhere if I were to leave the house - not a great way to celebrate. No!? Besides, why should I join the norms of celebrating the new year outdoor? People just love coming up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; excuses to party.&lt;/span&gt; No?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course! Meeting up with friends whom I haven't met in ages &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(and I mean decades! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One would be my close friend since high school. Mehn, we had a blast last night until her boyfee got pissed over the phone for being out till&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mehhhh, major turn-off! Guys, phfft! Why y'all so worried that your chicks might cheat on you? Chillaks! It's not like y'all are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;married&lt;/span&gt; or something!? Do-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's brush off em' negative auras' and talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things like...surprises! Presents! *skips* I love gifts, I love surprise gifts. They make my day! I got a surprise hadiah from Otakman whom had had a random trip to Bandung, Indonesia whilst being broke. Dayumm!&lt;br /&gt;Thankiuuu for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;voodoodoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sayang! I laaaarve it! And of course, a surprise call from a close friend in London ;) You know who you are. Come home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cepat&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family will be hosting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ party&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and yeah, I had to be part of the preparations too. This includes marinating chicken wings and shopping for groceries *yawns* So not my cup of tea but ah! It's not like I have anything better to work on anyways. Thats' what I thought until I got pruney fingers. EEEK! ...and mehn, strange garlic smell lingers on em'. GROSS! Try mincing cloves of garlic then you'd know how I feel! They. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bad. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Shouldn't have helped out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Even rinsing my hands with lime juice doesn't help =( Me not liking this. Oh well, shit happens! *shurgs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite people! I'm off for now! Will see y'all soon on the year 2010! May your 2009 be as imperfect as mine. May we survive shitty days like deadlines and breakups in 2010! And please, no more new year resolutions, they never work/fulfilled. Y'all can start by being more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; instead. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Szy_B6jSOuI/AAAAAAAADbk/vtgtgv-_XeE/s1600-h/c796635736a32aed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Szy_B6jSOuI/AAAAAAAADbk/vtgtgv-_XeE/s320/c796635736a32aed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421418091065260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I believe there's sand beneath my toes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I believe that the sun will always shine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Even if it rains inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TipsyDarlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4152146833794823043?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4152146833794823043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4152146833794823043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4152146833794823043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4152146833794823043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/12/shut-up-and-let-me-go.html' title='Shut Up and Let Me Go'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Szy_B6jSOuI/AAAAAAAADbk/vtgtgv-_XeE/s72-c/c796635736a32aed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-3927373929215650688</id><published>2009-12-24T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:50:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Green and Red 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SzLkj_Hj4zI/AAAAAAAADbc/O0ww18lw2Kk/s1600-h/Christmas_Angel_1_by_Silent__Echo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SzLkj_Hj4zI/AAAAAAAADbc/O0ww18lw2Kk/s320/Christmas_Angel_1_by_Silent__Echo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418644608569828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;December nights are here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds overshadows the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Confetti filled my envelope of snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dreams I don't recognize&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ponytail of green and red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new fabric keeps me warm &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, December&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart your presence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an article I wrote got published on the website of our local papers back here and just yesterday I came across a picture of myself on an article regarding shopping habits during the Christmas season. So okay, I've been friggin' featured! Well, it's pretty awkward seeing yourself splat across the page, no?! I mean, it wouldn't be if my picture isn't the only gigantic one. Hah. Show-off, much!? Ngeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links, happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://rage.com.my/writeups/story.asp?file=/2009/12/23/outnabout/20091223131148&amp;amp;sec=outnabout"&gt;Shopping habits &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://rage.com.my/writeups/story.asp?file=/2009/12/14/campus_news/20091214160434&amp;amp;sec=campus_news"&gt;Do It Right! (my piece)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had decided to wake up an hour earlier to run some errands and chores I have lined up for today. I caught a flu instead! I shouldn't have been such a pain by being an early bird. I'm not a morning person, I don't do mornings! Yeh, I catch flus when I do not get my hours of sleep. What?! I like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans to go shopping on the eve of Christmas is ruined. I'd proally lose my breath after 10 steps of walk in the mall. What? I'm breathing through my mouth (only) instead of my nose AND mouth. Gee, give me a break people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I bore you with this update. I don't usually update when I'm feeling...funny from the nose up. I have a pile of kleenex sitting right next to me. How fascinating. *sniffles* I promise I'll have a better update the next time. *pinky promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Christmas everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoy yourself this month &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-3927373929215650688?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3927373929215650688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=3927373929215650688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3927373929215650688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3927373929215650688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-green-and-red-2009.html' title='My Green and Red 2009'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SzLkj_Hj4zI/AAAAAAAADbc/O0ww18lw2Kk/s72-c/Christmas_Angel_1_by_Silent__Echo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8996736735726844681</id><published>2009-12-10T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:13:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swimming Instructor</title><content type='html'>Last Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been to my first play which was held in KLpac! And yes, it was my first time actually being IN&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; KLpac&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I've been there once but I never realize that it was KLpac because my parents &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(dragged us along too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were there for some showroom thing going on. I would've uploaded pictures (as proof!) but like I said before I'm not a photo person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't picture blog&lt;/span&gt;. I would do that on Tumblr ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, let's talk about the play. It was mind blowing. Like, really. Truthfully?! I never thought a Malaysian play would turn out this good. I mean, for one - I expected the stage to be really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dodgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and..lousy! And of course, I expected the actors to be speaking "manglish" and, y'know how Malaysian movies are made right? Terrible. Bad storyline, not to mention many pauses in between and stuff. But whatever about the Malaysian movies, I'm here to tell you about the play. Well, for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;play-virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (or whatchamacallit!?) I enjoyed every bit of the play. Yeh! I was so engrossed till I had unconsciously &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;giggled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out too loud. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a play is good, it IS good. How can you tell?! Well, it keeps the audience anxious to know what's going to happen next and of course to not notice anything happening around them (like my giggling out loud incident!). The storyline was good, superbly twisted and of course it had certainly kept me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;entertained&lt;/span&gt; with jokes and occasional &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cina-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, kudos to the 3 actors, Niki Cheong, Davina Goh, and Michael Chen. Y'all got my respect! I would definitely pay to watch other plays in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SyDi5ZB2BBI/AAAAAAAADa0/oovgjP1n08Y/s1600-h/tsipromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SyDi5ZB2BBI/AAAAAAAADa0/oovgjP1n08Y/s320/tsipromo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413576227698377746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[The Swimming Instructor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*I do not own the picture. Duh! I got it from google, people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nawh, I may be a little bit too over top over the whole play thing but hmm *shrugs* It's my blog, think I deserve - I HAVE the rights to blog about anything and everything. Booyah, haters!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I should really calm myself down before blogging.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Hyperactive&lt;/span&gt;, much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a more details about the play click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.timeoutkl.com/performance/events/The-Swimming-Instructor"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, till then. Toodle lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8996736735726844681?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8996736735726844681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8996736735726844681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8996736735726844681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8996736735726844681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/12/swimming-instructor.html' title='The Swimming Instructor'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SyDi5ZB2BBI/AAAAAAAADa0/oovgjP1n08Y/s72-c/tsipromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2789960085706965264</id><published>2009-12-04T12:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:16:10.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxiVvPwIX9I/AAAAAAAADas/mchElB0dG-g/s1600-h/Boys_by_aliska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxiVvPwIX9I/AAAAAAAADas/mchElB0dG-g/s320/Boys_by_aliska.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411239591200448466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olla people! Me's back! Missed me? I know y'all did. *cough* Okay, fine. I'll stop being all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;self-absurd&lt;/span&gt;. Boo! So anyways - I've got something majorly ridiculous to blog about. Now ain't that wonderful?! Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...If y'all have me on your Facebook, look up on my stats which reads,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I realize that...guys I once fancy in high-school are actually not as good looking as I though they were! Ahahahahah! Mehhhhhn..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there you go! One status says it all. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I come across this thought you ask? Well, I was out with my friends one night and we happen to be chatting up&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; high-school &lt;/span&gt;dramas and, what do you know!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? We &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;both&lt;/span&gt; had feelings for the same guy. HAH! Now boy, hold it! Yes, I did have major feelings for you but no, I ain't feeling the same for you anymore. Hmm. So sorry, dude! You ain't that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after-all. Plus! I discovered that you're&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; not my type&lt;/span&gt;. Whoops! Why? Cause' I think you're a leeeeeettle too short for me and of course you've got a major ego going on up in that head of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk* boys! Y'all never change huh?! It will proally be a huge deal to find a guy who hasn't inherited the male-ego crap. Alien, much? Yeah, he'll proally be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hottest of the hottest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the market. *thinks for a sec* Well, maybe not! I mean, if he doesn't have the looks - he MAY NOT gain as much..sales?! compared to them loser-fys with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;good looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Hey! I'm just speaking the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging through experience and much observations. Majority of girls are willing to date losers with good looks compared to a chap with no looks but a good heart. eww! That sounded so...gay! *shrugs* I'm being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;shit serious&lt;/span&gt; here! Y'all gotta start taking me seriously! So anyhoots, girls will be girls, I mean who doesn't want to walk hand in hand with a hottie!? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Ditto!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boys, listen up! Yes, we may PREFER to date you jerkfaces but get this -  In the long term, y'all are definitely out of the market. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stock overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hah! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Mind me, I've got too much of alcho and pool water up in my brains, so being uberhyper is something y'all should start getting used to!) &lt;/span&gt;Girls would obviously want to settle in with a guy who uses their brains instead of their face and *ahem* to talk. *rolls eyes* Dumb jocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I've said enough. *takes a deeeeeeep breath* And here is where I stop. I hope y'all had fun reading through my blabs. Tsk* I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed blabbing. *wink*&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Blab.&lt;/span&gt; Till then, I'll be back soon with more random rambles or perhaps when I'm a little more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo bitches!&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2789960085706965264?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2789960085706965264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2789960085706965264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2789960085706965264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2789960085706965264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/12/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle Of Life'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxiVvPwIX9I/AAAAAAAADas/mchElB0dG-g/s72-c/Boys_by_aliska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-1382011036202608423</id><published>2009-12-01T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:10:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop The Glock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxTOFVgIkNI/AAAAAAAADak/SkW1xaFxfww/s1600/124033916587915.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxTOFVgIkNI/AAAAAAAADak/SkW1xaFxfww/s320/124033916587915.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410175643445399762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been all over the place emotionally for the past few weeks. Yeah, it happens when I'm being put into&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by a certain someone and then everything begins to shatters. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All. Over. Again. &lt;/span&gt;*sigh* That's life, hos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, please note that if I'm not making any&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you - it means I'm still in the midst of recovering and getting over it. Hah. I remember telling myself over and over again that I will not fall for that dang set-up ever &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;again &lt;/span&gt;but, you manage to trick me into it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, here I am trying my very best to pretend that all is fine and all is great. Well boo! I'm not some object that you can fiddle around with as you like.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ya' dig!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, I've spent my holidays killing novels after novels. Yes! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; reading. So bite me! OH! urm. Not forgetting - using this time to really watch movies that I've been missing out for the past &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, I'm a loser! I don't think I'd be getting a day job to earn the extra cash, after this long holidays I'm not sure when will I ever be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this again. So why not seizing the moment while I still can, no?! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you've read, I've been pretty emotional. Hah. Mind me. It's just some random emo moments. Honest, I swear I'm not all depress in real life. *wink* Hell yes, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of emotions, ever wonder how some people are just plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to solving a problem? I mean, when someone says you aint' doing your job right - aren't you suppose to look at yourself first? Why on earth would you even accuse that person for stating the truth, right?! What? You think you're all perfect now? Oh, please. Hunnay, you ain't all that. Just cause' you're some bigshot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; amongst the crowd, that doesn't make you all that. Got it?! Try looking at yourself and change, that would proally reduce negatives comments from others.&lt;br /&gt;Brainless doofus. No wait, wrong term used. Ya'll should be called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;STUPID PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air heads, isn't the right term to use, but it is the first term that comes into my mind. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s: USE YOUR BRAINS, "GENIUSES".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-1382011036202608423?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1382011036202608423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=1382011036202608423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1382011036202608423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/1382011036202608423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-glock.html' title='Pop The Glock'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SxTOFVgIkNI/AAAAAAAADak/SkW1xaFxfww/s72-c/124033916587915.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5343494410020752198</id><published>2009-11-28T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:29:20.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never but Always</title><content type='html'>This post will be slightly dark and "emo-fied", therefore there will not be any colours besides white and gray. Well bare with me aite? This don't or wont' happen as often. It just happen to be one of those times when I can really write about something and not talking blank :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All this feels strange and untrue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And I won't waste a minute. Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Open your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to admit. I can't let go. I can honestly tell you that I have no answer to that. You had left a huuuuuuuuuuge scar, a scar is something that stays with you forever. Something that will always remind me of something that had happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how I'm feeling now. It's sorta a mixture of both sadness, pain and happiness. Hmm. I hate it when I feel this way. People say, time will heal. Bull! It makes things worse. People ALSO say that you need someone else to take away that pain. Well, that's partially true but it's not easy when you've been killed so badly - not easy to bring someone back to life, innit?! (nope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I may have written things about you and about how I'm moving on. Well, part of me have. Part of me, is still not willing to let go. I'm a serious nutcase, I have been doing just fine before this. Until...Will things be the same if that didn't happen? Will things be different then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to turn back time. I want to make things right. I want &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5343494410020752198?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5343494410020752198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5343494410020752198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5343494410020752198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5343494410020752198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-but-always.html' title='Never but Always'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5679056022649355840</id><published>2009-11-25T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:42:03.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sw1QPaPqASI/AAAAAAAADac/mRht-9owjcU/s1600/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sw1QPaPqASI/AAAAAAAADac/mRht-9owjcU/s320/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408066953215082786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Rocking the wind on her favorite chair&lt;br /&gt;Charming as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Tells a love story told once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Feelings bubbled up like rainbows across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Floating on clouds like a dream&lt;br /&gt;The lifetime that will never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the promises&lt;br /&gt;Learning from mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Drops of rain flows downstream&lt;br /&gt;Leaving footprints in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Letters written of never-endings&lt;br /&gt;The bakery bakes valentine&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be untold&lt;br /&gt;Holding on,&lt;br /&gt;Never let go,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go,&lt;br /&gt;Because it has became an exception in life&lt;br /&gt;A longing to belong&lt;br /&gt;The curse to love&lt;br /&gt;Shattered hearts mend to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;...Because after so long, you still leave smiles on my face, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: I wrote all of this. Would appreciate it if y'all were to use/quote it with MY permission.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5679056022649355840?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5679056022649355840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5679056022649355840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5679056022649355840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5679056022649355840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-you.html' title='Dear You'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sw1QPaPqASI/AAAAAAAADac/mRht-9owjcU/s72-c/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2371683941359532709</id><published>2009-11-23T23:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:05:56.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Getting Any</title><content type='html'>Well shit, I was trying, and hoping to not turn out so desperate, clingy and bossy but I think I just did. Dang! *shrugs* Well, I've made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a fool of myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plenty of times, what's so surprising about being a fool this time!? Yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm..actually, I do feel sucky. Crap. I'm a nuisance, really. So anyways, we can talk about that later &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bimbo blog&lt;/span&gt; just this once, I had fun during my lunch date! *skips* Funny people can seriously make me go rolling on the floor laughing. Literally. No, really. Next up, we decided to drop by Toy's R' us. Yeah! I know, we weren't acting out age but...heck! We have the rights to feel childish at times. Sure helped me release them strains. My point is, I had a good time with people I have grown so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; fond&lt;/span&gt; of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, this woman at the ladies whom had appeared to be wearing a tube dress showing off bloody tattoos all over her&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; tanned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back dissed me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Move bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have the right to do as I like.  So what if I jumped que? It's not like I hadn't wait my turn, I just...didn't queue! You got a problem with that?! Bite me bitch! Just cause' you're dating some white guy doesn't make you all that. You've got "asian" written all over you. Seriously. Bloody &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"sepet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ass, I guess - them eye make ups ain't doing you much of a favour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had only taken a picture of that woman. Like really, she had the guts to walk up to me saying "you should que for your turn". Well, I would if the damn queue isn't crowding the entrance. Dude! Seriously? Hadn't you use your chinese brains to think just then!? Oh wait, I forgot, you're a white chick wannabe! Joy! Phfft!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you don't like it, then just shove it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwqxHP8VhlI/AAAAAAAADaU/yNqL8wrkua0/s1600/A_KISS_OF_SARCASM_by_raiza_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwqxHP8VhlI/AAAAAAAADaU/yNqL8wrkua0/s320/A_KISS_OF_SARCASM_by_raiza_eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407329040708503122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hah. Sure feels good to let it out. Blah! Really. I don't usually get soo pissed over little things but this?! It's really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; to approach someone just cause they didn't queue. ftw?! Mehn, she must've missed the chance of being a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; school parole&lt;/span&gt; back then. Tsk* Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of her. I just looove being sarcastic when it comes to dissing someone. *hugs self* Yeah, sarcasm is the only thing I offer right now. Anyhoots, the holidays are treating me well. I spent most of my time catching up with sleeps and of course! Staying up late doing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- mehn, that's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never get to do stuff like that when I'm loaded with assignments, y'knoo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this once, Imma say it again - I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my country alot, I love the weather, I love the food, I love the culture, but the political drama is a deffo nuisance. Really. Phfft! C'mon even a 10 year old can make better and logical decisions. HAHA! Whoops, much!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I shall end my post&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;See y'all soon, yeh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2371683941359532709?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2371683941359532709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2371683941359532709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2371683941359532709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2371683941359532709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-getting-any.html' title='Not Getting Any'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwqxHP8VhlI/AAAAAAAADaU/yNqL8wrkua0/s72-c/A_KISS_OF_SARCASM_by_raiza_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8812358404288316599</id><published>2009-11-16T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:38:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Tapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwE5AQcYXJI/AAAAAAAADaM/6wZ8TdOFoVI/s1600/Yes____Mistress_by_feline643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwE5AQcYXJI/AAAAAAAADaM/6wZ8TdOFoVI/s320/Yes____Mistress_by_feline643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404663704398093458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you've finally achieved something and that you would want more of it because it makes you feel...contented? I had. Or...have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? I'm talking about my academic dumbo! Yeh, I hate to admit this but I'm actually liking how I can achieve something with alot of hardwork and determination. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Less complains&lt;/span&gt; of course.  What I don't get people these days is that, they complain alot. I mean c'mon, if the task is really that difficult, the why the eff did y'all even start working on it in the first place?! There's something called freewill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you're living you're life&lt;/span&gt; - not your parents, not your pets, not your siblings, no one but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get a tiara instead deary, kthx&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;die&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hah. I finally let that out my system. Wasn't so fond of people complaining about something they'd started doing in the first place. Anyhoots, I've been away for well pretty much donkey years. I've been busy with exams and assignments overload. Hmm. It's all over now, GLAAAAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bring on the holidays baybeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides feeling awkward not having to chase time and having sleepless nights, I've been able to catch up on my readings. Yesh! I've recently gotten my hands on the latest editions of the House Of Night series. *skips* I'd just completed one book in 2 days. Awesome innit? I hate to admit this but yeah, I'm a nerd at heart. Laugh all you want, I love to read - I love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;travel without going far&lt;/span&gt;. No harm in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why travel without going far you ask? Well, when y'all read about something - it gets your mind running yea? Same goes to when you're reading a storybook/novel. It gets your imaginations running. Speaking of which, have I told you that I'm a big fan of scary shit books/movie? Yeh, I am. I like how I can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; myself in reading them without scary the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; beejezees &lt;/span&gt;out of me. *wink* A challenge is what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, think I've said enough for this post. I wish y'all a good day and a pleasant week. Judging by the amount of free times I have now, I should proally be back soon.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y'all tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8812358404288316599?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8812358404288316599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=8812358404288316599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8812358404288316599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/8812358404288316599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-tapes.html' title='Lost Tapes'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SwE5AQcYXJI/AAAAAAAADaM/6wZ8TdOFoVI/s72-c/Yes____Mistress_by_feline643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5906679383515214101</id><published>2009-10-28T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:41:57.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Spins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It stopped ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Is it time yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It isnt' shinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Where are you Mr. Sun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's gray and blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What happened to the flower beds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I no longer need my clutches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm all grown up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Uh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Suhnjzr6eyI/AAAAAAAADaE/pCWmMzE_B8o/s1600-h/Goodbye_my_Almost_Lover_by_fhrankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Suhnjzr6eyI/AAAAAAAADaE/pCWmMzE_B8o/s320/Goodbye_my_Almost_Lover_by_fhrankee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397678018271017762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for quite sometime now. Merci. Nor have I been on any social site &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(let alone texting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for that matters, I'm talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;deviant art&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, you'll see an update or two from me but honestly, I lost interest in all these stuff. To the people reading this whom y'all may know me well - I apologize if you dont' see much of me online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only thing that matters to me-as of now, would be to live my life perfectly and to ace in my examinations. Because friends deffo can't help you in that, because I've shifted my interest to reading tons of novels instead of spending my time online and because I'd much prefer school to keep me busy. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me a geek, kthxdie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, I do check up on updates in Facebook, twitter and deviant occasionally but as for now - I choose to put my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; studies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; and my life straight&lt;/span&gt;. The only social gadget close to me would be my cellphone. Gimme a holla. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you when I'll be back for an update. I'll do when I do. Hah. It depends on my mood to write. Gotta be inspired to blog y'know?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This is not a goodbye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5906679383515214101?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5906679383515214101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5906679383515214101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5906679383515214101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5906679383515214101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-spins.html' title='The World Spins'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Suhnjzr6eyI/AAAAAAAADaE/pCWmMzE_B8o/s72-c/Goodbye_my_Almost_Lover_by_fhrankee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5503979164255547048</id><published>2009-10-15T18:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:39:59.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mixture of coloured jellybeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/StcI4AouTqI/AAAAAAAADZs/AMP-5GkLJ90/s1600-h/DSC08138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/StcI4AouTqI/AAAAAAAADZs/AMP-5GkLJ90/s400/DSC08138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392788837135961762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Not what I expected but sookay! *click for a bigger view =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all, I apologize for the lack of update. Well, actually I haven't been updating AT ALL since September the 21st. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gee. I suck. &lt;/span&gt;*shrugs* Can't say I didn't warn you about my lack of updates. *wink* First of! I'm very sorry for leaving my blog hanging in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mid-air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'm very much aware that I haven't been updating (at all). I've been pretty tied up with one assignment after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I'm back!! I've finally submitted my last piece of assignment this Monday and I've been bumming for the last couple days. Gawd, it feels good to have long hours of sleeps without any worries about assignment deadlines. It does feels weird not having anything to work on though. I mean, one minute I'm all dressed and the next minute&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;. ftw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how have you guys been?&lt;/span&gt; It's been nearly a month since I last blogged. My bad. I haven't been inspired to write - Honestly, I would've taken some time off to blog but I just wasn't up for it. The thought of getting my work done and to score good grades for it was the ONLY thing I've been thinking of for the past couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, not really, I've been on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. I can't help it, it gets addictive, ESPECIALLY when I'm in the midst of working on assignments - sortakinda like a way for me to get let loose for a sec, y'know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of twitter, I really don't get why would people want to tweet about updates like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"I'm going to *Josh's house later for mahjong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"In the gym now, working out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(oh, duh! What else would you be doing in the gym then?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*mirror-image of himself in the gym*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a cafe with 2 pretty girls now *link to picture*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ftw!? Why would ANYONE care about what you did/done/doing? Or even who you're out with? I mean seriously, this guys I was ONCE following on twitter wouldn't stop tweeting bout his EVERYfeckingMOVE!! *faints* I would go in detail but, I've got a tad bit of sense in me not to humiliate him. Enough about this, just thinking bout how ridiculous he'd made himself look &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(not forgetting spamming my twitter wall) &lt;/span&gt;pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, I hope I haven't bore y'all with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt;. tsk* I'm getting pretty good at it huh? Well, isn't it the women's profession when it comes to rambling, talking and anything that has to do with our mouth? *wink* I've recently updated my &lt;a href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DA acount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, after months of procrastinating - I've finally got myself to work on the pictures taken decades ago! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of things to talk about. Hah. I shall stop for now, think I've spoken enough for this post. Will be back soon, lovelies! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARK MY WORDS, BEETCHES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5503979164255547048?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5503979164255547048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5503979164255547048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5503979164255547048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5503979164255547048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixture-of-coloured-jellybeans.html' title='A mixture of coloured jellybeans'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/StcI4AouTqI/AAAAAAAADZs/AMP-5GkLJ90/s72-c/DSC08138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6289468070717110689</id><published>2009-09-21T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:06:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years of Blazing Dynamite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pictures never burn to make a perfect one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fire in my life that never went off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joy and tears will I always experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm not afraid of wrinkles and age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because life give you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and yet you can't help but treasure it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Make your time worth while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TipsyDarlene~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrZt5CwMn2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ForfdaiBE9k/s1600-h/cd01217acfaa43ba30c4395b7be43fa1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrZt5CwMn2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ForfdaiBE9k/s320/cd01217acfaa43ba30c4395b7be43fa1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383611231327002466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of living in denial in hope that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would stop ticking and I would remain 19 forever. Call me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;imature &lt;/span&gt;but somehow turning 20 isn't exactly something I'm looking forward to. Although the gifts, surprises and wishes I get from my fellow peers and family members are very much tempting but on second thought I'd totally sacrifice that to stay 19 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 20, people expect more from you. You, mature both mentally and *cough* physically too. HEY! No sexual thinking please! Turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;20&lt;/span&gt; also means that you'll be facing the real world reeeal soon. Yes! In no time, I'll be out of college and before you know it! I'm already busting my ass off for wages slash &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;paychecks&lt;/span&gt;, not forgetting handling them bills. *sigh* Stressful innit? How I wish I was back in high school with no distorted sleeping hours, less boy trouble and of course! Lunches in the canteen's way wayyy cheaper. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again! Turning 20 means you're allowed to do things a underage isn't allowed to do. I ain't statin' any here.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; GO FIGURE!&lt;/span&gt; =p Earth to Grace! I've got to face reality somehow or another, no? I've enjoyed my life as a teenager, I regret not. I live life to the fullest. I have hopes, I have dreams but hey! Life isn't perfect, you don't exactly get what you expect 95% of the time. Tsk* Think boys and cash! *Myra's Miracles Happen playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra? htw? I'm lame. Ubber. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Next up! Despite turning a year &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er! I ought to thank my fellow friends and loved ones whom had made this day a memorable one. I'm beginning to see why my parents aren't so fond of birthdays now. Tsk* Whatever, it's just a birthday. Need not make a fuss about it if someone forgets! =) I'm happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here. Hopefully y'all feel the same way as I do. I'm lovin' life still. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: If you ain't seeing any updates on my blog, do visit my DA for updated journals. I usually do short updates there. =) Click&lt;a href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt; Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6289468070717110689?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6289468070717110689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6289468070717110689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6289468070717110689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6289468070717110689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/09/20-years-of-blazing-dynamite.html' title='20 years of Blazing Dynamite'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrZt5CwMn2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ForfdaiBE9k/s72-c/cd01217acfaa43ba30c4395b7be43fa1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4138264012621172421</id><published>2009-09-16T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:29:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrBXsV2pCsI/AAAAAAAADYA/Fw-2Qg5lqr0/s1600-h/23qxvuo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrBXsV2pCsI/AAAAAAAADYA/Fw-2Qg5lqr0/s320/23qxvuo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381897973999930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Time will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, things will change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, just remember...&lt;br /&gt;the people whom was once in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll always remember you as the girl with a tumblr &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't trade you for the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the person who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;...does silly things that makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with stories and advices for friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with boy trouble&lt;br /&gt;Because she's my good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I will miss you so so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone who's left the country to further their studies. Sure, the goodbye was hard but hey! It's not the end of the world. We've still got FB, MSN, Skype and of course! snail mail! to keep in touch, yeh? HAHA! Come back for a visit kay? :) Mean time, dwell not on the sadness but the happiness lying ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you still, girls. I'll miss y'all tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrBZIH0n4wI/AAAAAAAADYI/5cHpniGJrwg/s1600-h/tumblr_kpw1u0VGgK1qztsrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrBZIH0n4wI/AAAAAAAADYI/5cHpniGJrwg/s320/tumblr_kpw1u0VGgK1qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381899550781334274" 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/6488570639997217494-4138264012621172421?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4138264012621172421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4138264012621172421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4138264012621172421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4138264012621172421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SrBXsV2pCsI/AAAAAAAADYA/Fw-2Qg5lqr0/s72-c/23qxvuo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-4474657010288412420</id><published>2009-08-31T11:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:00:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in Gummy Bears ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SptHO-PGsFI/AAAAAAAADXo/1AyLifVL9UQ/s1600-h/Screwed__by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SptHO-PGsFI/AAAAAAAADXo/1AyLifVL9UQ/s320/Screwed__by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375968902746910802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! With an update! HAH. I've been procrastinating like feck since assignment briefs were handed out (a week ago!). Got pretty tied up with my assignments piling up for the past week- more like I've been spending my time TRYING to start working on em'. Boo! Not forgetting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;spending quality time &lt;/span&gt;with my family &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(I'm a homie person. heh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and close friend(s) who'll be&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt; to a foreign country to further their studies. *sigh* It's weird how people tend to appreciate whatever they have when it's leaving/gone. This shucks. HUGEEE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I tell you guys that my college had been put under quarantine for a week? Yeah, our mid semester break which was supposedly happening in the month of September (I think!) is brought forward due to this whole virus spreading shit.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We ain't getting no holidays after this, nawh! Guess the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; damn petition&lt;/span&gt; shit really worked out huh? I heard one of my lecturer has been infected but I ain't mentioning no names. Sorry, loveys. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my country's 52nd birthday today!! I celebrated it by spending my evening at my relative's place. Yea, we had a &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;barbecue party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we and our two pet dogs (Fiffy and Prince the toy poodle) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I stuffed myself with chips, chicken wings, hot dogs and everything else roasted! HAH. One thing though, because of the whole H1N1 virus spreading so so rapidly, even the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;flowertruckparade&lt;/span&gt; thing is canceled. Not forgetting that it's the Fasting Month, gotta cut them "parade-ians" some slacks, no!? What a shitty year this is, no?! Why?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during long holidays in mid year, damn&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; H1N1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is getting everyone worried and paranoid! St*pid face mask (the ones where you literally breathe in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;garlic and onion breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after having chicken rice for lunch! Gross!!). Not complaining - proally it's just me feeling ubber shitty! Well, I can't help it, I'm in my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; final semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;NOT SCREW UP&lt;/span&gt;, is the only thing I'm worried and stressing about and with the group assignments going on...I'm screwed. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all understood what has been said. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;*makes a funny face*&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't really speaking the right language today. Merci. I'll be back soon, promise - just can't exactly tell you when. Tsk* What a promise to make eyh!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"It's okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-4474657010288412420?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4474657010288412420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=4474657010288412420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4474657010288412420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/4474657010288412420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-with-update-hah.html' title='I Believe in Gummy Bears ❤'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SptHO-PGsFI/AAAAAAAADXo/1AyLifVL9UQ/s72-c/Screwed__by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-7266520314719513666</id><published>2009-08-27T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:56:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SpV1nxDuyII/AAAAAAAADXg/6GSamOnzOKs/s1600-h/Your_last_promise_by_TummaKuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SpV1nxDuyII/AAAAAAAADXg/6GSamOnzOKs/s320/Your_last_promise_by_TummaKuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374331056380889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The fridge is filled with the emptiness of cool air&lt;br /&gt;Crunchiness of Oreos are long gone&lt;br /&gt;A half eaten cheese burger left cold on the tea table&lt;br /&gt;Droplets of water fills the dirty dishes in the sink&lt;br /&gt;The air is warm and still&lt;br /&gt;Things could be better but never avoided&lt;br /&gt;Someday somehow it will come to a bittersweet end&lt;br /&gt;What last the longest would be the memories and thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Kodak moments will always be kept safe in the shoe box&lt;br /&gt;Heart shapes and paper planes floats away in the rhythm of the river&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye will somehow trigger the tears&lt;br /&gt;The windscreen is always the future to a better start&lt;br /&gt;Should there be an end in your story&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn to make that decision&lt;br /&gt;Because life goes on&lt;br /&gt;The future twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Hickory dickory dock waits for no man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-7266520314719513666?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7266520314719513666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=7266520314719513666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7266520314719513666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/7266520314719513666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-will-survive.html' title='You Will Survive'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SpV1nxDuyII/AAAAAAAADXg/6GSamOnzOKs/s72-c/Your_last_promise_by_TummaKuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2906731614692003793</id><published>2009-08-22T14:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:24:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakeskin Mini Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/So-aZGyZ5UI/AAAAAAAADXY/HoJ6vOb9DSs/s1600-h/I_feel_good_by_ansmeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/So-aZGyZ5UI/AAAAAAAADXY/HoJ6vOb9DSs/s320/I_feel_good_by_ansmeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372682636585723202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Too many guys think I’m a concept,&lt;br /&gt;or I complete them,&lt;br /&gt;or I’m gonna make them alive.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m just a fucked-up girl&lt;br /&gt;who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind;&lt;br /&gt;don’t assign me yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Clementine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been updating you guys with real updates. Ngeh. Try scrolling down and see how many poetry I've written. When I write poetry instead of an update, update - it meant that I'm pretty hyped up to blog but just too lazy to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;blog, blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y'know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SoKo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She's impressively funny with her lyrics. I don't mean HA HA funny but sarcastically funny. She sounds, more like she reminds me of our very own Malaysian artiste Zee Avi. If you're into groups like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Architecture in Helsinki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pulps&lt;/span&gt;, y'all should really go check her out and trust me you won't regret it but in any case you DO...you've got some issues, man. Seriously. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up! I've got assignments and my life put on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;suicide lane&lt;/span&gt;. Gah. At first I was toally looking forward for assignments and stresses to be piled up on me but now that assignment briefs ARE out and I've got approximately &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;4-5 weeks&lt;/span&gt; to work on all 4 paperwork assignments...It ain't fun man, seriously. With the whole fuss about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt; disease spreading faster than the amount of followers I get on twitter is no joke and with students secretly sending out text messages to one another asking to sign a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;petition &lt;/span&gt;to shut down the college just because there are a couple of SUSPECTED cases. Ridic, really. I mean, not to be mean but I've got lessons to cope with and classes to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, am I going to sign shit petition to close down college just for YOUR sake of a week off. Do you honestly think that getting a week of college will keep you safe from the disease? Reality check please, what's gonna happen when you take &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a week off&lt;/span&gt;? You have extra replacement classes. That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt;, not forgetting the shit load amount we are paying for them classes. If you're really THAT paranoid, do us all a favour and take the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHOLE YEAR &lt;/span&gt;off instead. Douche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause' I'm against this whole petition shit, that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of this deadly disease. True, staying home is safer but c'mon. You gotta be kidding me - like as though with that week off you'd be staying home, with that damn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;face mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on! Phfft! I doubt so. Or do you really think that having the week off just so that you'll be able to hang out and spend time with your friends will keep you safe from H1N1? As if H1N1 only exist in the college compound. Pretty pathetic innit? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Doofus gumball!&lt;/span&gt; Wake up already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I proved my point! Dumb things like that just ticks me off. *rolls eyes* Seriously, where y'all have your brains at? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Up yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Urgh. Cheer up darls, I'm sure someone out there somewhere will be backing you up on going against my point. *wink* And if y'all really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate me &lt;/span&gt;that much in proving my point, why the hell are you still on my page reading till the end? HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2906731614692003793?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2906731614692003793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2906731614692003793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2906731614692003793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2906731614692003793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/snakeskin-mini-skirt.html' title='Snakeskin Mini Skirt'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/So-aZGyZ5UI/AAAAAAAADXY/HoJ6vOb9DSs/s72-c/I_feel_good_by_ansmeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2561658313085066655</id><published>2009-08-19T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:09:18.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:geneva;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you want me, a cherry on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the pick of the peck, the creme de la crop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:geneva;"&gt;if you want me you better, do better than that tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;if you want me, it takes more than a wink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;more than a drink, more than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;if you want me, i'm not a piece of ass;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;a one night stand, a storage shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:geneva;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;if you want me, then stop begging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i don't put it out for charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:geneva;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you want me, there's no discount price tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2561658313085066655?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2561658313085066655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2561658313085066655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2561658313085066655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2561658313085066655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/dancing-in-moonlight.html' title='Dancing in the Moonlight'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-6922747159119537342</id><published>2009-08-12T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:54:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Turns Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SoItcE6ZNxI/AAAAAAAADXQ/dsHxV0gR6Wg/s1600-h/go_away_by_purrsnicketty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SoItcE6ZNxI/AAAAAAAADXQ/dsHxV0gR6Wg/s320/go_away_by_purrsnicketty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903666157303570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will listen&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of my own makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Do not fade&lt;br /&gt;I'll colour you pastels&lt;br /&gt;Stay calm&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound of ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;and morning chirps&lt;br /&gt;Castles in the sand will be soon washed away&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have a life with you someday, oneday...&lt;br /&gt;Because poetry takes me far&lt;br /&gt;Reading travels me to a world unknown&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations of forever always&lt;br /&gt;To look out my window&lt;br /&gt;With a sea view waiting to be admired&lt;br /&gt;Never love someone&lt;br /&gt;Whom is not able to love you back&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the "delete" button is somewhat heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of memories isn't an option&lt;br /&gt;Because promises are meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TipsyDarlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-6922747159119537342?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6922747159119537342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=6922747159119537342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6922747159119537342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/6922747159119537342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-it-turns-blue.html' title='When It Turns Blue'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SoItcE6ZNxI/AAAAAAAADXQ/dsHxV0gR6Wg/s72-c/go_away_by_purrsnicketty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-2660755766291845835</id><published>2009-08-10T11:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:01:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin Paintball-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sn-Y_KvuyLI/AAAAAAAADXI/fuRY1ERUbYQ/s1600-h/Paintball_III_by_jakethesnake999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sn-Y_KvuyLI/AAAAAAAADXI/fuRY1ERUbYQ/s320/Paintball_III_by_jakethesnake999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368177491832654002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, I had spent the entire afternoon being painted! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;! We played &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;paintball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, here's big news - it was obviously my first time actually playing paintball&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (The last one during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;masscolympics&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diggywiggybangbang&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't even a paintball game, game! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;* The match lasted for 1 minute, cause' there were 60++ teams competing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ftw&lt;/span&gt;!?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So anyways, we were assigned under the lead of a pro&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noobie&lt;/span&gt; like moi!) &lt;/span&gt;paintball-er William &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(I only know him for that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Team C! Yeah, we named ourselves the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cacat&lt;/span&gt;" team! aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;we. so. lousy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(lousily good! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoots&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here's the deal, there were 3 teams in total 5 players in each. Go do the math, cupcake! We beat every single one of them, heck yeah! We were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;undefeated!&lt;/span&gt; *sly smile* I know! We wouldn't have them skills if we hadn't got a good strategist and leader! Thank you, Master William! *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a bomb, we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENTALLY &lt;/span&gt;tired. Not quite physically, we had to duck and fire most of the time - hadn't done much running though. Here comes the sadistic part, well it is for me. I hadn't been scarred. Thing is, I WAS&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; shot down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(basically being kicked out of the game)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by my opponent but the pallet/bullet landed directly on my left hand and DAMN it burned BUT, only for a minute or two and the firing of leftover pallets/bullets between my bro and myself - I was shot too, but I wasn't left with a scar or even a bruise!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Damnit&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sn-YOZerpZI/AAAAAAAADXA/Oe1z86jBaPQ/s1600-h/Paintball_3_by_DYPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sn-YOZerpZI/AAAAAAAADXA/Oe1z86jBaPQ/s320/Paintball_3_by_DYPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368176653974087058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hoping for a scar or something more brutal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. What? Whoever said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;paintball is a decent game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D So to sum things up, I'm still a virgin to paintball bruise and scars! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my next session with new people! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Whoots&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; known that Paintball is so bloody addictive! William mentioned that paintball-in' is as expensive as golfing only less decent compared to paintball. Y'all gotta be prepared to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;gritty' and ballsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Jules once said this to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you're the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ungirly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; girl I've ever met!." &lt;/span&gt;That doesn't mean I act and dress all macho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;? I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;sports! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-2660755766291845835?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2660755766291845835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=2660755766291845835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2660755766291845835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/2660755766291845835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/virgin-paintball-er.html' title='The Virgin Paintball-er'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sn-Y_KvuyLI/AAAAAAAADXI/fuRY1ERUbYQ/s72-c/Paintball_III_by_jakethesnake999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5630519371357017400</id><published>2009-08-07T14:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:23:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipaloooong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnvfX7iWM7I/AAAAAAAADWg/fsSmRYpWUa0/s1600-h/DSC08043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnvfX7iWM7I/AAAAAAAADWg/fsSmRYpWUa0/s320/DSC08043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367128983153816498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello people, so sorry for the lack of updates, been busy with my first week of college (yes, holidays are over, pumpkin!), editing and uploading pictures on DA - sure takes up ALOT of my time but I'm not complaining, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love what I do and will give it my best shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to seriously find reasons to not have the urge to come online this often. I've been bumming online alot for the past few months. As I once said, I've been spending alot of my time on DA (DeviantArt) and last night, ET had showed off the link to her website on tumblr ----&gt;&gt; Click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://iamtellingyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I. Fell. Madly. In. Love.&lt;/span&gt; with it. Yup! Besides, daily updates from Chictopia, tumblr would be my next obsession. You've SOOO gotta check out them pictures uploaded by fellow tumblrs. They are awesome and I can toally relate to them. ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥ If you know me well enough, you'd know the sort of things that I'd fancy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, put&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; tumblr&lt;/span&gt; aside for a moment. Have yet to decide as to whether or not I should have an account there. What? I don't know if I can find the time to update em'. I already have an account on DA and that is one helluva &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jiggywiggybangbang&lt;/span&gt;! Hah. A friend of mine has recently posted a link to a video on Facebook and I found it on orsm.net, then decided to share it. Y'know what they sayyyy, sharing is caring. Phfft! That was corny!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (please scroll down for the video!)&lt;/span&gt; Hope y'all like it. It sure proved me wrong. All I can say is - first impression do not always count. Not anymore. Nnnope!&lt;div face="times new roman" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-bdPIgAD0gmA/treadmill_fail.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_yt-bdPIgAD0gmA" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-bdPIgAD0gmA/treadmill_fail/"&gt;Treadmill Fail&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The top video clips of the week are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a closure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnvhmcJc_ZI/AAAAAAAADWw/U4baeiW73Es/s1600-h/4149_121420869688_735484688_2677407_3528410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnvhmcJc_ZI/AAAAAAAADWw/U4baeiW73Es/s200/4149_121420869688_735484688_2677407_3528410_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367131431449197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;[My DA account]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away those tears&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your problems behind&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright in due time&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life with no heartaches&lt;br /&gt;No farewells, sadness and goodbyes exist&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to every promises made&lt;br /&gt;Free that purple butterfly from the jar&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be free&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your arms and reach out&lt;br /&gt;Times together will never be enough&lt;br /&gt;When life crashes on you&lt;br /&gt;Every minute waits ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;Make or break it, they will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kisskiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5630519371357017400?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5630519371357017400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5630519371357017400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5630519371357017400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5630519371357017400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/08/skipaloooong.html' title='Skipaloooong'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnvfX7iWM7I/AAAAAAAADWg/fsSmRYpWUa0/s72-c/DSC08043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-879533943486526347</id><published>2009-07-31T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:23:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnHVJFNUVsI/AAAAAAAADWA/G6ZUo9U-bcI/s1600-h/Dear_Heart_by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnHVJFNUVsI/AAAAAAAADWA/G6ZUo9U-bcI/s320/Dear_Heart_by_Iza87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364302983168546498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[photo source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://iza87.deviantart.com/art/Dear-Heart-59157645"&gt;Iza-DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I remember you well in that Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A thunder of dream that strikes through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The cold breeze that chills the pore whenever the wind blew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Love songs playing on itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The heart of a legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;For me, you'd made the exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I was in love, very much in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Taking my hand and holding me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Opened up my heart to your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Not letting go of my hand until I'm strong enough to stand on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;How I wish I own the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;How I wish things were different between the both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;How I wish I could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Stay, don't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Love me like how you used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Games played, I will not always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Heartbreaks will I not go through again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Some things are better off left unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Breaking the norms that carried us this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We'll survive the day somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll somehow survive the next love game in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you wish you&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;could turn back time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- hoping that you'd be able to mend things? I'm feeling it now. Come to think about it, I'm glad I'm over this phase - although I would love to turn back time but then again, if I were to turn back time, will it even make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or wouldn't it? It had somehow made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;passive&lt;/span&gt; towards pleasure, lust and love. I'm glad I was strong enough to overcome the heartache and games played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty unwell for the past few days - tsk* Wish I was able to lose them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the blues but noooo! I'm still feasting on tortillas and chocolates like a fat posterior. boo! Anyhoots, I'm honestly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feelin' it. Falling sicker to the minute. *finger crossed* I'll see the doctor soon! Jo said if after day3 and I'm still as sick, then I should go see the doctor and it's well only day2! Haven't gotten any better tho but looking on the bright side, being sick give you one helluva sexy voice. HAHA! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now gotta get up early for class. I hope, I hope that I will not be late. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Be back soooon! Miss me loads! X) *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kisskiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-879533943486526347?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/879533943486526347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=879533943486526347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/879533943486526347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/879533943486526347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-you.html' title='Dear You'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SnHVJFNUVsI/AAAAAAAADWA/G6ZUo9U-bcI/s72-c/Dear_Heart_by_Iza87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-3683215970035022691</id><published>2009-07-24T14:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:22:19.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outlandish - Aisha'/><title type='text'>Apo Eh Tai Tai</title><content type='html'>Last week was Karmini's farewell party. *sniff* She left for Perth, Australia last night. We were all at the airport sending her off&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; (I'VE FINALLY BEEN TO KLIA! BAH! HOW JAKUN-FIED IS THAT!?)&lt;/span&gt;. Next up would be Anis's plane - which will be in September. Geez, if I could do just anything to get them to stay or even to turn back time....I would. Honestly. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before Karmini's flight night, we managed to persuade her to join us for a 2days1night vacay to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.serendah.com/home.html"&gt;Serendah, Rawang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yep! It's a place where there is no, none, nada, nil internet line, network connection. Yes! We were in a bloody jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlaW208lbI/AAAAAAAADV4/X8ddiDufRbk/s1600-h/DSC08557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlaW208lbI/AAAAAAAADV4/X8ddiDufRbk/s320/DSC08557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361916180082496946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;waterfall.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlZurrP0eI/AAAAAAAADVw/gFLsN5QVhHQ/s1600-h/DSC08563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlZurrP0eI/AAAAAAAADVw/gFLsN5QVhHQ/s320/DSC08563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361915489894257122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[The pool filled with cold stream water. I miss it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlZTUjTF8I/AAAAAAAADVo/QXhVDwUyh3k/s1600-h/DSC08553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlZTUjTF8I/AAAAAAAADVo/QXhVDwUyh3k/s320/DSC08553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361915019830433730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[The glass house we stayed in, pretty innit?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Surprisingly, it wasn't as spooky as we&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(All 5 of us!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had all expect it to be. For me, I expected mosquitoes to be up our ass every second of the day but it was all good. Everything was fun, the trip to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was awesome, we all had a good time being a bully to Nees and Fara, the swimming pool was cold and clean, the place we lived in was comfy and very jungle-ly! Sad though, I had not manage to catch a glimpse of any &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;monkeys or baboons&lt;/span&gt; up close &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(not even from a distance! nope!)&lt;/span&gt; Besides' that it was deffo a getaway we all needed and I meant EVERYONE. Surely I'm gonna miss the times spent there with the bunch of crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how my friends and I always have plans for every week to come. Well, it's all coming to an end soon. Let's just hope we'll think of something soon but what can we do when we are all broke. Seriously, we've done so much in this month till we sorta spent every penny we have in our pocket! Genius! Meantime, watch the video below. It's a glimpse of our vacation spot. *wink* I apologize for the bad camera angle and stuff - do hope you'll be able to hear &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Anis's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when Karmini walked into her while she's using the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rofllmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88481db451b568fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88481db451b568fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330434673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8381BB637E746A23F7C2C6C49A94ED3F94A42D4C.6E76FAA257C3701DC621F2012F65D3E01F03E683%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88481db451b568fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLi5R_yyK1hV2UF2KcXrAKDQs5Rg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88481db451b568fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330434673%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8381BB637E746A23F7C2C6C49A94ED3F94A42D4C.6E76FAA257C3701DC621F2012F65D3E01F03E683%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88481db451b568fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLi5R_yyK1hV2UF2KcXrAKDQs5Rg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Questions never answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Words never said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Wish she could change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and make you hers again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Wish she could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and spent the times they had all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Can't say that she miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cause' she's not suppose to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Don't keep her hanging like how it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Keep the flowers blooming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cherish the summer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Leave the sore ones behind&lt;br /&gt;She wishes for a replay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Always and never forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: More pictures and videos on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holla! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-3683215970035022691?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=88481db451b568fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3683215970035022691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=3683215970035022691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3683215970035022691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/3683215970035022691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/07/apo-eh-tai-tai.html' title='Apo Eh Tai Tai'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/SmlaW208lbI/AAAAAAAADV4/X8ddiDufRbk/s72-c/DSC08557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-5093228662803662958</id><published>2009-07-15T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:56:43.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Up, Ho'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sl2nzQj1HvI/AAAAAAAADVg/jWvUhOEclyQ/s1600-h/Disgust_by_iheartmychucktaylors.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sl2nzQj1HvI/AAAAAAAADVg/jWvUhOEclyQ/s320/Disgust_by_iheartmychucktaylors.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358623630701174514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise something. About why I haven't or couldn't be bothered to catch up with&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;old school mates&lt;/span&gt;, more like reunions don't excite me as much. Know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think cause' it became clear to me that why should I care about what are they up to or how they look 5 years later? Why? Will it make me happier to see that they've reach puberty? Or cause' they've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;popped their cherries&lt;/span&gt;? Hmm...Neither! Can't be bothered really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say that I dislike catching up with everyone of them. Only a few are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they others are plainly rocks and pebbles. Now, that sort of people really gives me a swing of my anger. Really but! They ain't worth my time. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you be all cocky and fucked face when you've traveled to almost every part of the world on summer breaks and to have&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; studied abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while we locals are taking our Diplomas in private colleges back here instead? Well, huggey-biggy deal! Yes, you may be&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt; to the losers that worships you for your big bucks but hear up! I ain't fecking impress with how you'd turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be relying on your&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; folks fortune&lt;/span&gt; for now - but not for long. Sooner and one fine day, you might just not be who you are now but worse! You heard me right, I ain't giving a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; poop &lt;/span&gt;about some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ho' face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like you. Quit acting like a stuck up about your financial state because some people aren't as loaded as you are. For now. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't y'all stick them stinkin' dollar notes up your arse and march your way down the milky way? Hmm...We wish you well. No wait! Do you need someone to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;escort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you too? Well I'm sure they won't cost much. Judging by your financial states, I'm sure y'all be able to pay up. No? Don't come looking for us when your life isn't how it is now because nobody fancies being friends with a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; phoney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't go thinking that you own the world just cause you're rich. Remember and remember this well - someday those money your parents are spending on you right now...will be gone. It's just a matter of time, love. *wink* Love loves hunnay, may your cash be as awesome as your stuck up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"...And lately, I just don't give a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-5093228662803662958?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5093228662803662958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6488570639997217494&amp;postID=5093228662803662958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5093228662803662958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6488570639997217494/posts/default/5093228662803662958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/2009/07/straight-up-ho.html' title='Straight Up, Ho&apos;!'/><author><name>Tipsy Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10741668546684965151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/TMJzfVpFe4I/AAAAAAAADso/eFFgiHzg8fI/S220/poloroid_number_3_by_megannboese.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4VCFNhjhkWU/Sl2nzQj1HvI/AAAAAAAADVg/jWvUhOEclyQ/s72-c/Disgust_by_iheartmychucktaylors.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488570639997217494.post-8434598402550499370</id><published>2009-07-15T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:19:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisps of Life</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, I have to say this. I have major obssession for pickles! Yummm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bloody hot night and here I am updating my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ever-so-dusty blog&lt;/span&gt;. I apologize for my lack of updates, I have been spending way too much time on my DA account. Updating my journals and posting up new pictures I've taken a while back. Why awhile back? Well, I know myself TOO WELL, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;procrastinate a whole lot&lt;/span&gt;. It takes me donkey years to edit pictures taken and et cetera - yeah! I get lazy updating my blog at times. I'd usually update em' when I'm in the mood when I'm ubber jobless. Like now! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all can have a look at the pictures in my DA account here ----&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://tipsydarlene.deviantart.com/"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a whole lot for the past few weeks. Been going to the gym, going out with my high school mates - mehn, how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;people can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well appearance wise they (WE) all did but characteristics wise. Hmm...All I can say is, the bunch that I've been hanging out with throughout my high school years were pretty much the same. We are ever so noisy and loud. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find pictures of them on my Facebook account. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;7 years&lt;/span&gt; of friendship and still growing strong. Wonder what will it be like 10 years from now? Will be be rich and famous? Will we be broke and lifeless? *fingers crossed* I want the best for my friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TITANIC&lt;/span&gt; for the 987563872649672764 time last night. It was awesome, my bro wouldn't dare watch it - he said the ending makes him cry.  Well, he didn't' say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wordtoword&lt;/span&gt; but he DID mention that it was sad and it's not something that you'd be able to sleepover...really? I admit - I DID tear a lil but 'sides that, it's all good. I can't help drooling over the story line tho. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma end my post now. *sigh* People, I'm sorry to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bore you&lt;/span&gt; if I did. My mind has gone blank for now. I can seriously not find anything interesting to blog about. Do forgive me. I promise it'll be a better one in my next post. I hope. Heh. In the mean time, y'all can visit my DA once awhile or updates. Like I said, I've been spending time there lately. Feel free to read my journals there yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovesloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6488570639997217494-8434598402550499370?l=tipsydarlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tipsydarlene.blogspot.com/feeds/84345984025504
