<?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-5990981</id><updated>2011-10-11T12:31:28.938+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voices In My Head</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a Bangkokian Girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-109181487394040194</id><published>2004-08-07T00:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T00:57:19.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toodles...</title><summary type='text'>Hey there, I've moved (back) to Xanga. See you there! http://xanga.com/BkksouL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/109181487394040194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/109181487394040194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/08/toodles.html' title='Toodles...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-109015454985878493</id><published>2004-07-19T02:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T02:57:01.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS</title><summary type='text'>The 15th International AIDS Conference has finally come to a close after a week of moving speeches, angry demonstrations, detailed scientific analyses, and the attendance of some 20,000 delegates, international celebrities (Ashley Judd, Richard Gere, CoCo Lee, Rupert Everett, Oprah Winfrey, Dionne Warwick, Princess Mabel of the Netherlands) and political figures (Kofi Annan, Nelson Mandela, Sonia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/109015454985878493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=109015454985878493' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/109015454985878493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/109015454985878493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/07/aids.html' title='AIDS'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108963442414901997</id><published>2004-07-12T17:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:47:00.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Eyes and Raccoon Eyes</title><summary type='text'>Hmm, what's up with everyone suddenly getting married?  What happened to that independent, single female lifestyle a la the chicks from Sex and the City that all 21st century women were going for?  (Not that I personally live a lifestyle even remotely Sex and the City-ish, but you know what I mean.)  Last June, one of my bestest of friends in the world from middle school, Arwen (a.k.a Mama Goose/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108963442414901997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108963442414901997' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108963442414901997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108963442414901997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/07/bug-eyes-and-raccoon-eyes.html' title='Bug Eyes and Raccoon Eyes'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108839628423905589</id><published>2004-06-30T23:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:28:47.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Histology Lesson - Look-Chin Style</title><summary type='text'>I stopped by my cousin's house the other day to drop something off for my mom, and while I was there, I chatted with my aunt as she prepared some look-chin pla for my cousins.  Because I am a nerd, I am going to enlighten you all with a brief Histology lesson, look-chin style.In Thai, look-chin means meat ball.  A great variety of said meat balls can be found here in the Land of Smiles, for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108839628423905589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108839628423905589' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108839628423905589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108839628423905589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/06/histology-lesson-look-chin-style.html' title='A Histology Lesson - &lt;i&gt;Look-Chin&lt;/i&gt; Style'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108777161196742592</id><published>2004-06-22T01:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:13:49.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Lynn and I am a Hansonaholic</title><summary type='text'>When I was 14, I had a dream that my favorite band in the world, Hanson, came to Thailand and I ended up missing their appearance because I had an exam on the same day.  Well, fast forward seven years later, and guess what?  That dream came true!  AGHHHHHHHHH (NOTE:  that cry was a cry of distress and anguish, not of joy and jubilation, mind you).  I had NO idea that Hanson were going to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108777161196742592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108777161196742592' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108777161196742592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108777161196742592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-my-name-is-lynn-and-i-am.html' title='Hello, my name is Lynn and I am a Hansonaholic'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108685008676325992</id><published>2004-06-11T05:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T04:52:22.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation!</title><summary type='text'>If I were God, the skies would be parting and breaking out into a very jubilant chorus of "Hallelujah" right now.  Why?  Well, because I am ******* done with my senior thesis!  Yes, DONE!  Hoorah!  Ah, but since I am but a lowly human and don't possess any god-like abilities, and because things always have a way of going completely wrong when I least expect them to, rather than breaking out into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108685008676325992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108685008676325992' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108685008676325992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108685008676325992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/06/liberation.html' title='Liberation!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108549508020142011</id><published>2004-05-30T00:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T04:54:27.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Pittsy Fellow</title><summary type='text'>A conversation that arose the other night, after seeing the TROY trailer on Channel V's Ticketeer program.DAD:  That Troy movie looks pretty interesting.LYNN:  (With much enthusiasm)  Oh yeah, it's a fabulous film.DAD:  You've watched it already?LYNN:  Yep.DAD:  Well, maybe when your mom gets back from Europe, we can all watch it together.LYNN:  (Thinking to self)  A double dose of Brad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108549508020142011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108549508020142011' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108549508020142011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108549508020142011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/that-pittsy-fellow.html' title='That Pittsy Fellow'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108506488302170677</id><published>2004-05-22T01:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T03:32:29.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Luuurve?</title><summary type='text'>I just re-read my last entry and realize that it's pretty much all about puking and pooping.  Sorry, folks.  I can assure you I don't talk about puke and poop on a regular basis, just in case any of you were wondering.  I hope no one was too grossed out or anything, especially with the green poop bit.  Thanks a lot for the well-wishes, by the way!  I'm feeling much better now, thanks.  But jeez, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108506488302170677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108506488302170677' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108506488302170677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108506488302170677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/where-is-luuurve.html' title='Where is the Luuurve?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108482144217176530</id><published>2004-05-18T00:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:11:57.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pernicious Crab, How I Loathe Thee</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, we took my parents' Floridian friends to Somboon Restaurant, which is located along Ratchadapisek Road (right at the Huay Kwang subway station).  If you didn't know already, Ratchadapisek is a long avenue that's somewhat notorious for its great abundance in clubs and discos, massage (sex) parlors, and karaoke (sex) lounges.  Ahem.  So anyways, along the way, we passed by Major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108482144217176530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108482144217176530' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108482144217176530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108482144217176530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-pernicious-crab-how-i-loathe-thee.html' title='Oh Pernicious Crab, How I Loathe Thee'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108434115058726121</id><published>2004-05-12T23:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T02:49:14.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom, Vroom!</title><summary type='text'>Though many people may beg to differ, I have been safely and proficiently driving the streets of Bangkok for nearly three years now.  I remember how, way back in the day, I would crawl through Bangkok traffic, terrified of knocking over one of the dozens of newspaper and garland sellers as I'd clutch the steering wheel in white-knuckled terror.  I used to sit with my nose about three inches away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108434115058726121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108434115058726121' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108434115058726121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108434115058726121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom, Vroom!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108378582776215324</id><published>2004-05-06T03:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T20:43:04.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick-tock, tick-tock</title><summary type='text'>Hmm, May is going to be a pretty busy month for me.  Some family friends from the States will be arriving in a few days, and we're planning on taking them around Thailand to some fun, family-friendly tourist spots (this means no stops to horny-German-tourist-infested Pattaya).  These particular family friends have been friends with my parents since forever.  Because of this, their son Chris and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108378582776215324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108378582776215324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108378582776215324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108378582776215324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick-tock, tick-tock'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108376533078130486</id><published>2004-05-05T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T05:15:53.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardy har har!  Let's share some Internet funnn...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I think I have finally calmed down.  In case you are wondering, I have just spent the last five minutes screaming my head off like a stark raving mad lunatic.  DAMN YOU JOB!!!  He scared the FREAKING BEJEEZUS OUT OF ME by sending the following link with a little comment saying that "it's a really chill, romantic song that [I] have to check out."Here's the link:  http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108376533078130486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108376533078130486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108376533078130486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108376533078130486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/05/hardy-har-har-lets-share-some-internet.html' title='Hardy har har!  Let&apos;s share some Internet funnn...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108248537468327691</id><published>2004-04-21T20:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T01:09:59.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splishity splash!</title><summary type='text'>Songkran has come and gone once again, and this year I can proudly say that I cleverly managed to avoid getting doused into oblivion.  Now don't get me wrong, I love Songkran.  I love what it represents culturally and historically, and I love seeing everyone out on the streets having the time of their lives.  However, getting pasty talcum powder smothered across your face and having zits explode </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108248537468327691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108248537468327691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108248537468327691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108248537468327691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/04/splishity-splash.html' title='Splishity splash!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-108134366451807066</id><published>2004-04-07T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:12:48.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And would you like eggs with your fried modem?</title><summary type='text'>Howdy ho blogland!  No, I have not been on hiatus and I have not been fried into an indiscernible lump of Coco Puffs (it's all I seem to eat these days because everyone knows that sugar is good for you) amidst the hot, sticky heat that is Thailand's April Songkran weather.  I unfortunately cannot say the same for my modem.  Who would have thought it was possible, but I actually FRIED my modem.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/108134366451807066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=108134366451807066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108134366451807066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/108134366451807066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/04/and-would-you-like-eggs-with-your.html' title='And would you like eggs with your fried modem?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107885557845081996</id><published>2004-03-10T01:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T04:06:43.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots of Kinship</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it feels like I haven't blogged in a kajillion years, but I've been so busy, busy, busy these past few weeks.  I'll have more details on that in a later post.  I apologize for not making my usual Xanga-rounds, but thanks for the comments, guys... and don't worry, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth or into a post-finals coma. ~*~Lately, some horrible misfortunes have been hitting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107885557845081996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107885557845081996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107885557845081996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107885557845081996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/03/knots-of-kinship.html' title='Knots of Kinship'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107632588432767197</id><published>2004-02-10T19:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:05:25.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiang Mai sanuk mak mak jao... </title><summary type='text'>The trip to Chiang Mai was tons of fun!  There was so much to see, so much to do, so much to soak in...DAY 1:  February 4, 2004Upon arrival at Don Muang Train Station, Priya, P'Ying, P'Poh and I went off in search of nourishment MSG-laden junk food.  Mmmm.  As we sat waiting for the train to arrive, P'Poh started to PO a little black-and-white puppy by smacking it around on its butt.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107632588432767197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107632588432767197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107632588432767197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107632588432767197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/02/chiang-mai-sanuk-mak-mak-jao.html' title='Chiang Mai sanuk mak mak jao... '/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107586987993070124</id><published>2004-02-04T17:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:17:24.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh, PAH, qu'est-ce que c'est?  </title><summary type='text'>Whoo, I feel like I haven't blogged for ages.  I've been kind of busy lately, so I apologize for not making my regular Xanga-rounds.  Anyways, the Bangkok segment of the AsiaTox convention is now over, and so we'll all be trekking on over to Chiang Mai in a little bit.  My mom has returned from her trip to Italy and Spain, and so I have been jubilantly reunited with my camera.  My usually spastic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107586987993070124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107586987993070124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107586987993070124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107586987993070124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/02/huh-pah-quest-ce-que-cest.html' title='Huh, PAH, qu&apos;est-ce que c&apos;est?  '/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107529697226448994</id><published>2004-01-28T22:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:17:07.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some eye candy for you, but no chicken for me =(</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally cured!  Whatever's been plaguing me these last few days is finally gone and my throat feels absolutely dandy now.  I had a fever of 101 F during the weekend, though, and so I spent the better part of Sunday vegging out in front of the TV, watching CNN.  I'm a total geekzoid, I know, but hey, if it hadn't been for CNN's The Music Room, then I would have missed their segment on Ben </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107529697226448994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107529697226448994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107529697226448994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107529697226448994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/some-eye-candy-for-you-but-no-chicken.html' title='Some eye candy for you, but no chicken for me =('/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107496734487529584</id><published>2004-01-25T02:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T13:11:31.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai!</title><summary type='text'>I watched The Last Samurai  yesterday afternoon and it was absolutely amazing.  Tom Cruise gave an incredible performance and I suppose this means I can't poke fun at his Jerry Maguire "you complete me" line anymore.  Darn.  He deserves his Golden Globe nomination and he deserves a Golden Globe win even more!  Go Tom!  Ken Watanabe totally kicked ass, as did the dude that played his son.  (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107496734487529584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107496734487529584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107496734487529584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107496734487529584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107446933663156326</id><published>2004-01-19T06:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:38:10.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuang Chuang and Lin Hui, here I come...</title><summary type='text'>My mom's leaving for Italy and Spain tomorrow!  Man, I'm so jealous - I've always wanted to trek through Florence, Venice, Naples, and Umbria, spending endless days absorbing all the highly celebrated art and beauty.   Okay, and the food; can't forget the scrumptious Italian food.  I remember talking to Jack and Tip once about our plans to someday go to Italy.  We plan to skip the famous Coliseum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107446933663156326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107446933663156326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107446933663156326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107446933663156326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/chuang-chuang-and-lin-hui-here-i-come.html' title='Chuang Chuang and Lin Hui, here I come...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107419896636530498</id><published>2004-01-16T03:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T11:59:15.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back At 2003</title><summary type='text'>This is a little late, but after seeing Don's entry on the past year, I thought I'd also take the opportunity to wrap up 2003 in retrospect:Movies, Concerts, Live Performances:Spirit of the Dance:  This Irish Production blew my socks off when they came cavorting through Bangkok.  As a celtophile and Irish fanatic, this only further sparked my urge to someday spend weeks on end trekking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107419896636530498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107419896636530498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107419896636530498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107419896636530498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/looking-back-at-2003.html' title='Looking Back At 2003'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107393041776272352</id><published>2004-01-13T02:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T04:00:37.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condoms and "Dug River"</title><summary type='text'>No personal pics for this entry, sorry.  My mom took my digital camera with her on her week-long trip through Thailand's Isan region, and so I was left cameraless this weekend.  (You can probably imagine the grave cameraholic withdrawal symptoms I experienced as a result.)Paddy's left for London.   We ate up a storm on Saturday; my god, we spent the majority of this weekend being the biggest, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107393041776272352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107393041776272352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107393041776272352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107393041776272352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/condoms-and-dug-river.html' title='Condoms and &quot;Dug River&quot;'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107356354791309635</id><published>2004-01-09T19:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T19:53:40.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers." - Lord Alfred Tennyson</title><summary type='text'>If you don't like depressing stories, you might want to skip down to the dancing monkeys shaking their booties.I started my first day of volunteer work at Sri Thanya Hospital on Tuesday.  I don't have that many classes this term, and so I thought that it'd be an interesting way to gain hospital/healthcare experience and exposure before starting Med school next year.  My uncle's the Director </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107356354791309635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107356354791309635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107356354791309635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107356354791309635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/knowledge-comes-but-wisdom-lingers.html' title='&quot;Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.&quot; - Lord Alfred Tennyson'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107304093478830032</id><published>2004-01-03T01:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T04:09:02.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawadee Wan Pi Mai</title><summary type='text'>(Lots more of my rambling crap.  You might want to skip over it and just take a quick peek at the pics instead.)I spent New Year's Eve this year with new friends, old friends, soulmate-like friends, close friends, and once-distant-but-now-reunited-once-again friends, and laughed until my cheeks ached and belly burned.  Nothing extraordinarily groundbreaking happened, but it was still a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107304093478830032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107304093478830032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107304093478830032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107304093478830032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2004/01/sawadee-wan-pi-mai.html' title='Sawadee Wan Pi Mai'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107278684377226374</id><published>2003-12-30T19:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:27:42.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynn the Japanese Tourist and Her Adventure in Ayutthaya</title><summary type='text'>(Please click on the following pictures to enlarge them.)Despite the fact that I've lived in Thailand for nearly ten years now, I've never been to what must be one of the nation's most famous tourist destinations - Ayutthaya.  In order to remedy this, Siri, Beer, Tim, Toon, and I climbed into Toon's car and headed up north for Ayutthaya yesterday.  Us girls yakked away about everything from Jay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107278684377226374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107278684377226374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107278684377226374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107278684377226374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/lynn-japanese-tourist-and-her.html' title='Lynn the Japanese Tourist and Her Adventure in Ayutthaya'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107260012303224801</id><published>2003-12-28T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T00:10:38.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowned jewels, hot shit, and lots of fun.</title><summary type='text'>Before heading to Emporium yesterday, I stopped by the gas station to fill up the gas.  In Thailand, there's no such thing as self-service gas stations, and so there's always someone there to fill up the gas for you.  Anyway, the lady who filled up my tank forgot to put the gas cap back on, and so I went driving through Bangkok without a gas cap for the entire day yesterday.  Luckily, the guard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107260012303224801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107260012303224801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107260012303224801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107260012303224801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/crowned-jewels-hot-shit-and-lots-of.html' title='Crowned jewels, hot shit, and lots of fun.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107225378844977568</id><published>2003-12-24T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T16:54:56.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo ai Zhou Jie Lun ;-)</title><summary type='text'>Wow, yesterday was awesome.  On my way to Siam Square, Monta called me since she'd just arrived here from Boston the day before.  It was SO great to hear from her again!  The last time we talked was way back during our senior year of high school, and we both agreed that it'd been way too long since we last had a long, long talk.  We were like two tittering teens again, laughing over stupid things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107225378844977568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107225378844977568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107225378844977568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107225378844977568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/wo-ai-zhou-jie-lun.html' title='Wo ai Zhou Jie Lun ;-)'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107194411087949743</id><published>2003-12-21T03:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T04:29:32.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"White shores are calling..."</title><summary type='text'>Paddy's here!  He arrived here from London this morning and called me twice while I was watching Return of the King, but I was so absorbed with the movie I didn't even notice my phone vibrating.  I called him back afterwards and - get this - he has this super cool Brit accent now!  Haha, yeah, the last time I ever saw him was way back in sixth grade, but he had an American accent then.  Man, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107194411087949743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107194411087949743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107194411087949743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107194411087949743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/white-shores-are-calling.html' title='&quot;White shores are calling...&quot;'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107175817270074086</id><published>2003-12-18T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T00:50:53.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just five more days!</title><summary type='text'>I was getting bored of the old Midsummer Night's Dream layout, and so I decided to change it to this one instead.  I'm a big ocean lover, and so the image of the waterfall immediately drew me in.  R.I.P.~*~Flyingchair.net is hosting the latest Asia Weblog Awards.  I think it's awesome how they're finally recognizing all the bloggers living here in Asia.  The bad news is that:I have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107175817270074086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107175817270074086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107175817270074086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107175817270074086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-five-more-days.html' title='Just five more days!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107157546289383522</id><published>2003-12-16T18:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:47:00.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the lane snow sunshine is glistenin', walkin' in a winter wonderland..."</title><summary type='text'>I went shopping with my mom yesterday.  What was originally intended to be a quick little trip to the shopping mall in search of a few "necessary" things for P'Ju's upcoming wedding, instead turned out to be a full-blown shopping frenzy.  Alas, behold the devastating aftermath. Sigh.  You must understand that signs that scream "70% off!!!" are excrutiatingly hard to ignore and overlook, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107157546289383522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107157546289383522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107157546289383522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107157546289383522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/in-lane-snow-sunshine-is-glistenin.html' title='&quot;In the lane &lt;strike&gt;snow&lt;/strike&gt; sunshine is glistenin&apos;, walkin&apos; in a winter wonderland...&quot;'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107116666894051414</id><published>2003-12-12T02:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T03:52:08.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck, midterms :(</title><summary type='text'>Bleh.  Back from vacation so soon, and whaddaya know, midterms have started.   Sorry for the lack of updates lately, but I've been busy being a nerd, staying up till the wee hours of the morn and getting distracted by other people's xangas and blogs burying my nose in books.  Bleeeeechhhh.  I had my first midterm yesterday and I think I kicked ass at it.  During the exam, this gay guy came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107116666894051414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107116666894051414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107116666894051414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107116666894051414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/yuck-midterms.html' title='Yuck, midterms :('/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107089078596342942</id><published>2003-12-08T23:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T03:48:58.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Wholesome Pattaya Fun</title><summary type='text'>Pattaya was loads of fun!  We got back to Bangkok on Sunday night and I had to haul major ass at 11 PM for today's presentation on Lamellipodia cell motility and its ability to invade (angiogenesis) blood vessels and other memebranes (HEHHH???).  Miraculously, everything managed to somehow work out and the presentation went grrreat.  Bwahahaha, I am the reigning queen of procrastination, indeed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107089078596342942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107089078596342942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107089078596342942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107089078596342942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/good-wholesome-pattaya-fun.html' title='Good, Wholesome Pattaya Fun'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107056357839975566</id><published>2003-12-05T02:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T05:03:49.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Pattaya here I come...</title><summary type='text'>Aieeee... I just got back from watching Kill Bill and, BOY, I don't think I've ever cringed, flinched, cowered from pure horror, and winced so very much in such a short period of time before.  EEEP!  Just when I thought things couldn't get any more cringe-worthy, they would:  Uma biting off that guy's lip left me wincing in sympathetic pain, Uma banging Buck's head with the door had me flinching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107056357839975566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107056357839975566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107056357839975566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107056357839975566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/yay-pattaya-here-i-come.html' title='Yay, Pattaya here I come...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107047262217192394</id><published>2003-12-04T00:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T03:35:43.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse of the college student</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here racking my head as I procrastinate attempt to type out the report that's due tomorrow, but I can't help but think that this forward that Patrick sent me is SO frighteningly familiar. ~*~How to write a paper in college/university:  1. Sit in a straight, comfortable chair in a well-lit place in front of your computer.  2. Log onto MSN and ICQ (be sure to go on 'away' or '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107047262217192394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107047262217192394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107047262217192394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107047262217192394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/curse-of-college-student.html' title='The curse of the college student'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107037718104809914</id><published>2003-12-02T23:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T02:41:54.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you gents have always wanted to know (and more)...</title><summary type='text'>Check out the ceremony the Thai National army had this afternoon in commemoration of H.M. King Bhumibol Adulyadej's upcoming 76th birthday (Dec. 5).~*~  Check out all the pretty colors. How do they manage to stand so still and so straight for so long?  What do they do if they get the sudden urge to sneeze?  What do they do if a fly decides to perch upon their nose? H.M. King</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107037718104809914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107037718104809914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107037718104809914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107037718104809914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/everything-you-gents-have-always.html' title='Everything you gents have always wanted to know (and more)...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107020911785830004</id><published>2003-12-01T00:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T04:49:21.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom just got back from her trip to Chiang Mai, Chiang Rai, Maehongson, Lampang, and about a dozen or so other places I can't quite remember at the moment.  Telling from all the stories and tidbits that she's been telling us, it looks and sounds like she had a lot of fun.  Maaan, I'm so jealous, I want to get away and do some vacationing, too!~*~Click on the pics to enlarge them.Aww, what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107020911785830004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107020911785830004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107020911785830004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107020911785830004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-mom-just-got-back-from-her-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-107003116063667367</id><published>2003-11-28T22:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T14:01:22.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom vending machines, anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Eeek!  I was watching an old rerun of Just Shoot Me this afternoon, and it was the episode where Finch gets driving lessons from Elliott and a huge, gigantic, very hairy (think cousin It), very sinister-looking tarantula crawls onto Finch's shoulder as he's driving!  Good God, if that happened to me while I were driving, I'd be off somewhere lying on the side of the road in a ditch right now!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/107003116063667367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=107003116063667367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107003116063667367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/107003116063667367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/condom-vending-machines-anyone.html' title='Condom vending machines, anyone?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106986169378528324</id><published>2003-11-26T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T02:42:55.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brimming Over With Randomness Entry #8,976</title><summary type='text'>~*~[ My Burnt Eggs ]Me:  "I tried cooking for Jason while you were gone."Dad: "Yeah?""Yeah, good thing you came back in time before I accidentally poisoned him or something.""That bad, eh?  I told you to just order some pizza.""Weeeell, I had good intentions.""So, what happened?""I burned my eggs.""You burned your eggs???  Does this mean no grandchildren for me...?"Seeing as how I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106986169378528324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106986169378528324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106986169378528324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106986169378528324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/brimming-over-with-randomness-entry.html' title='The Brimming Over With Randomness Entry #8,976'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106970012812582542</id><published>2003-11-24T23:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T01:09:50.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Lynn the Carpool Mom and the Horny Spatula</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was a parentless weekend.   My mom left for a week-long trip to Japan on Friday and my dad went to Saraburi for a weekend trip with a bunch of old high school friends.  As the only mature and responsible adult around (*cough, cough*), I was left in charge of the house as well as various other duties, such as being my brother's personal chauffeur.  I woke up at 5:30 AM on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106970012812582542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106970012812582542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106970012812582542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106970012812582542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/about-lynn-carpool-mom-and-horny.html' title='About Lynn the Carpool Mom and the Horny Spatula'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106944098575655172</id><published>2003-11-22T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T00:40:21.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Googlism</title><summary type='text'>The one time I actually check my sitemeter stats, I come across this:(Search words are circled in pink.)Tsk tsk.  Those naughty Italians.Isn't this where the Amish live?Tsk tsk.  Those naughty Amish.Erm, no comment.Telling from their search words, imagine the immense disappointment they must have felt when they ended up stumbling across my boring l'il blog instead.  I watched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106944098575655172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106944098575655172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106944098575655172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106944098575655172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/weird-googlism.html' title='Weird Googlism'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106939567499516147</id><published>2003-11-21T23:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T01:59:05.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Computer With a Bad Case of Cooties</title><summary type='text'> After class yesterday, I popped by the computer lab in the science building at my uni to check my email.  I didn't really expect there to be a vacant computer since the lab's usually brimming over with students after 4 PM, but lo and behold, luck was on my side!  Sitting in one very dark lonely corner was a wee little computer all alone and neglected in a room full of buzzing students </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106939567499516147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106939567499516147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106939567499516147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106939567499516147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/computer-with-bad-case-of-cooties.html' title='The Computer With a Bad Case of Cooties'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106934040576063634</id><published>2003-11-20T22:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T12:21:30.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's comin' to BKK?</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, everyone, for all the wonderful birthday comments!  Unfortunately, I'm sad to say that I didn't get a chance to do anything wild or crazy last night like have an unruly party involving 50 crates of beer and a dwarf (ehh, inside joke).  I instead spent the majority of yesterday evening being a "good student" and did some very last-minute cramming (damn you, procrastination!!) for the test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106934040576063634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106934040576063634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106934040576063634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106934040576063634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/guess-whos-comin-to-bkk.html' title='Guess who&apos;s comin&apos; to BKK?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106917736477982277</id><published>2003-11-19T00:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T03:41:01.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Two-One</title><summary type='text'>At around 5 PM Orlando time today, I will officially hit the big two-one.  So what does turning 21 years old - I mean, 21 years young - entail?  Entering clubs and bars can now be done legally.  Not that I have never entered a club or bar before, but this doesn't really excite me since I don't really possess a particular fondness for clubs and bars (public vomitting and cheesy pick-up lines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106917736477982277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106917736477982277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106917736477982277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106917736477982277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/big-two-one.html' title='The Big Two-One'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106901582878256967</id><published>2003-11-17T02:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T06:24:07.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leaky Air Conditioner and Slightly Leaky Eyes</title><summary type='text'>The air conditioner in my room is discharging funky, pungent smells.It smells like a sharp spike of chlorine or something.  Makes me think of the summer of '91 when I used to live in Los Altos.  As a rather rambunctious, rather stubborn child, my mom used to have to literally drag me to my swimming lessons back then since I would always put up a fight and flee for my closet whenever it came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106901582878256967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106901582878256967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106901582878256967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106901582878256967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-leaky-air-conditioner-and-slightly.html' title='My Leaky Air Conditioner and Slightly Leaky Eyes'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106892863433731466</id><published>2003-11-16T03:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:28:14.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIE-YA! (Pimpmobiles and Baby-Pumping Hondas)</title><summary type='text'>Naeglerian once mentioned something to me about elderly relatives and how they have an uncanny tendency to make clandestine deals in dark, cigar smoke-filled back parlors regarding matchmaking and ways to set up all the single, unaware younger souls of the family with other single, unaware souls of families of their friends.  Tonight was very similar, except instead of smoke filling the air, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106892863433731466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106892863433731466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106892863433731466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106892863433731466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/aie-ya-pimpmobiles-and-baby-pumping.html' title='AIE-YA! (Pimpmobiles and Baby-Pumping Hondas)'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106873602960023280</id><published>2003-11-14T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T01:32:02.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:  Major Malachi-Gushing Up Ahead (P.S. Irish Guys Rock)</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from the Malachi Cush Meet-and-Greet session:Me:  Dia duit.Malachi:  (a huge grin immediately spreads across his face) Ohhh, bless you, love!  We have us an Irish-speaker here.  (promptly reaches forth and takes both of my hands into his and gently shakes them up and down with each proceeding syllable) Cead.  Mile.  Failte.  (Girls at the front of the line begin emitting tiny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106873602960023280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106873602960023280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106873602960023280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106873602960023280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/warning-major-malachi-gushing-up-ahead.html' title='Warning:  Major Malachi-Gushing Up Ahead &lt;/br&gt;(P.S. Irish Guys Rock)'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106845085755405352</id><published>2003-11-10T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:15:23.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loy Kratong and Dripping Cultural Sentimentality</title><summary type='text'>I celebrated Loy Kratong with Siri and Caro on Saturday evening at Queen's Park, which is sandwiched in between Emporium and Imperial Queen's Park Hotel.  I haven't celebrated Loy Kratong for ages; I believe the last time I ever 'loyed' was way back in eighth or ninth grade.   For those of you who are unfamiliar with Thai celebrations and traditions, Loy Kratong is an ancient ceremony where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106845085755405352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106845085755405352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106845085755405352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106845085755405352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/loy-kratong-and-dripping-cultural.html' title='Loy Kratong and Dripping Cultural Sentimentality'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106827778421246074</id><published>2003-11-08T14:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T15:49:41.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Retardedness, Fobbiness, and Airheadedness</title><summary type='text'>I went to Chula University to finish the last bit of my thesis yesterday.  The lab was FREEZING and I know P'Ying will agree with me when I say that I don't want to see another spleen again for the rest of my life.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with Bangkok, Chula's right next door to Siam Square, the fashion hub in Bangkok where a lot of high school and college students tend to frequent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106827778421246074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106827778421246074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106827778421246074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106827778421246074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/late-night-retardedness-fobbiness-and.html' title='Late Night Retardedness, Fobbiness, and Airheadedness'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106811968053244653</id><published>2003-11-06T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T00:43:01.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Eye Candy Than I Can Handle</title><summary type='text'>~*~I stole this from monstermarlo's site (where you can find some pretty funny stuff).  Hahaha, in defense of all the guys out there, I know some guys who can take proper messages.  If you don't quite get it at first, try reading it aloud.I'm sure that all the ladies out there will agree with me when I say that Pabst Beers suck. Speaking of sucky things, I hate walking past the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106811968053244653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106811968053244653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106811968053244653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106811968053244653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/more-eye-candy-than-i-can-handle.html' title='More Eye Candy Than I Can Handle'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106796956048906630</id><published>2003-11-05T02:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T02:52:13.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laboratory Randomness and the Girl With the Guilty Conscience</title><summary type='text'>These are a few of the things I have learned while spending the past couple of days toiling away in the lab while working on my thesis:- I am an evil person.  I was given the responsibility of gassing the rats to the point of unconsciousness (whereby I also inadvertently inhaled big whiffs of Ether and was left feeling rather woozy and light-headed.  Not very pleasant, let me tell you.), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106796956048906630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106796956048906630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106796956048906630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106796956048906630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/laboratory-randomness-and-girl-with.html' title='Laboratory Randomness and the Girl With the Guilty Conscience'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-10679575102340325</id><published>2003-11-04T21:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:04:50.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Yourself:  Halloween With Heidi Klum, Hanson Style</title><summary type='text'>~*~I just... I'm going to die.  Bwahahaha.  I don't even have words for this.Check out the killer stinger.  Zac... that boy sure can work a skirt.postCount('110403_1');&lt;&lt; past entries  |  latest entry &gt;&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/10679575102340325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=10679575102340325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10679575102340325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10679575102340325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/11/bee-yourself-halloween-with-heidi-klum.html' title='Bee Yourself:  Halloween With Heidi Klum, Hanson Style'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-10676025697040576</id><published>2003-10-31T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:58:33.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Hankey, the Halloween Poo and the Rest of the Rat Pack</title><summary type='text'>P'Ying and I started the experimental part of our theses today.  Fifty male Wistar rats were involved as well as lots of squealing (more so from me and P'Ying rather than the rats).  We're not scared of rats, heck no, but we're scared to death of hurting them.  We had to grasp them behind their shoulders and force-feed them Arsenic with these long syringe-like metal tubes.  Whaaah.  God, I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/10676025697040576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=10676025697040576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10676025697040576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10676025697040576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/mr-hankey-halloween-poo-and-rest-of.html' title='Mr. Hankey, the Halloween Poo and the Rest of the Rat Pack'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106759897585524766</id><published>2003-10-31T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T19:41:03.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music for the soul</title><summary type='text'>Michelle Tumes is bloody brilliant.I just discovered her Center of the Universe album yesterday and am soo grateful.  The atmospheric music is absolutely gorgeous. It transcends all musical boundries and her lyrics evoke beautiful dreamlike images.  I call her album the-drifting-album (because it sends you drifting off to another time and place) and the-falling-asleep-album, not that it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106759897585524766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106759897585524766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106759897585524766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106759897585524766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/music-for-soul.html' title='Music for the soul'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106753757465011308</id><published>2003-10-31T01:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T01:50:09.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Gumby Boy and Helmet-Banging</title><summary type='text'>~*~I was driving to class today, and as I sat waiting at a red light, a beat-up, anciently decrepit-looking car playing crank-it-up-loud rock music came to a stop next to me.  When I turned to look at the driver, I noticed that he was enthusiastically head-banging along to some music and that he was wearing a motorcycle helmet!  Yeah, that's right, a helmet.  It was so comical... this guy in an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106753757465011308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106753757465011308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106753757465011308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106753757465011308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/about-gumby-boy-and-helmet-banging.html' title='About Gumby Boy and Helmet-Banging'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106748672732028136</id><published>2003-10-30T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T01:47:17.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Thai Engrish and the Skills of Bar Girls</title><summary type='text'>For all you Bangkokians out there, Bangkok Bob's site is a great place for you to catch up on all the latest BKK news or for visitors to get acquainted with the twists and turns of the city.This is from Bangkok Bob's site and I just had to share it.  Funky, strange engrish and bargirls who actually put for sale adverts in the newspaper... lol, I swear there's no other country in the world quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106748672732028136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106748672732028136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106748672732028136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106748672732028136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/about-thai-engrish-and-skills-of-bar.html' title='About Thai Engrish and the Skills of Bar Girls'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106736464957093881</id><published>2003-10-29T01:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T01:56:45.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Cheesecake Can Motivate You</title><summary type='text'>~*~I've moved to blogger because I like the freedom you're given in modifying and altering your blog's templates and designs.  I'm still in the process of moving my old xanga entries here, and so the archives aren't quite complete yet.  Oh, this template isn't my own (I'm not that artistically inclined, lol), but if you like it, you can get this design and other templates for your own blog here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106736464957093881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106736464957093881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106736464957093881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106736464957093881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/blueberry-cheesecake-can-motivate-you.html' title='Blueberry Cheesecake Can Motivate You'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106716746342780311</id><published>2003-10-24T02:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:11:51.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Reading:Irish Blessings: A Photographic CelebrationBy  Ashley Shannon~*~Sorry about the multiple entries, but I just felt like blogging a bit.  I just had this long talk with Gug on the phone.  It made me think of one of markboonya's entries about people who you can just click with as friends...a sort of "soul mate" in terms of friendship.  I feel so fortunate to have a tight group of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106716746342780311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106716746342780311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106716746342780311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106716746342780311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-readingirish-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106724568638725102</id><published>2003-10-23T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:18:43.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:WhalerBy Sophie B. Hawkins~*~"i wonder why i feel so highthough i am not above the sorrowheavy-heartedtill you call my nameand it sounds like church bellsor the whistle of a trainon a summer eveningi'll run to meet youbarefoot, barely breathing..." - Sophie B. Hawkins [As I Lay Me Down]~*~Kids say the funniest things.At a recent family get-together dinner, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106724568638725102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106724568638725102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106724568638725102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106724568638725102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-whaler-by-sophie-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106727914142267660</id><published>2003-10-22T13:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:03:10.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:  White on BlondeBy  Texas~*~"i'll send you a postcard from heaven's oceani feel like staying here in heaven's oceanthere's a storm in my thoughts nowcome wash me clean beneath the waves with menow we're smiling, see me smilingsilence is what I need it's only in the sea" Texas [Postcard] ~*~Was talking with Akira on MSN this morning, and yea, the APEC conference </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106727914142267660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106727914142267660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106727914142267660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106727914142267660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-white-on-blonde-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728004309233090</id><published>2003-10-21T02:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:49:23.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Reading:Memoirs of a GeishaBy Arhur Golden~*~So.  Today was weird.I dropped by my uni in the morning because I had to attend this conference thing about the significance of research, blah blah blah.  Anyhoo, afterwards, as I was walking to my car, this car with 50 Cents blasting the life out of its speakers slows down next to me, and this guy with flappy hair down to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728004309233090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728004309233090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728004309233090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728004309233090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-reading-memoirs-of-geisha-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728108943268606</id><published>2003-10-19T04:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:28:49.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing: Celtic Twilight, Vol. 1By Various Artists~*~So.  This whole APEC thing has Bangkok running around like mad.  I know, I know, the officials are trying their best to make a good impression since this is a big international event and the God of all gods (pfft, Bush) is here, but really, c'mon, I had to draw the line at this and this. "Nobody told us about the huge canvas," said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728108943268606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728108943268606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728108943268606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728108943268606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-celtic-twilight-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728222078941631</id><published>2003-10-19T01:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T02:35:21.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Reading:The Glass Palace: A NovelBy  Amitav Ghosh~*~"'My first impression of Jay was that he was so shy, so quiet," Wu recalls. "I thought he was retarded. I didn't think Chou could make it as an entertainer because he's not so handsome.How did a kid with an overbite, aquiline nose and receding chin displace the Nicholases and Andys and Jackys to become Asia's hottest pop star? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728222078941631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728222078941631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728222078941631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728222078941631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-reading-glass-palace-novel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728374885288360</id><published>2003-10-16T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:23:54.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:WarningBy  Green Day~*~A picture speaks a thousand words...Good things come from clearing out your room.This is what I found after spending five hours up to my elbows in old high school quizzes, notes, letters, photos, momentos, and a couple odd dustballs here and there.Collecting tix at the JW Marriott hotel for our 10th grade formal (has Nick spotted a cute chick?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728374885288360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728374885288360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728374885288360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728374885288360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-warning-by-green-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728645685743134</id><published>2003-10-15T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:30:58.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:Dont Know Why / Lonestar / PeaceBy  Norah Jones~*~"when I saw the break of dayI wished that I could fly awayinstead of kneeling in the sandcatching teardrops in my handmy heart is drenched in winebut you'll be on my mindforever"Norah Jones [Don't Know Why] ~*~I got this from Joe today. I haven't done these things since high school. Thanksss, dude.LAYER ONE - BASICS: Name:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728645685743134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728645685743134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728645685743134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728645685743134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728702797911548</id><published>2003-10-12T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:50:25.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:Big OnesBy  Aerosmith~*~"The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines."Plato~*~I received this from one of my favorite cousins, P'Ju, the other day.  I thought it was beautiful and had a nice message.The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know.  I stood up to look around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728702797911548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728702797911548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728702797911548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728702797911548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-big-ones-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-10672875316810756</id><published>2003-10-12T03:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:48:59.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:The Classical AlbumBy Vanessa-Mae~*~This is what has been stirring up Thailand’s late night news and talk shows as of late. It’s been rather interesting following all the hype since it’s been a while since BKK has been ablaze with such Hollywood-esque news and buzz. From a western standpoint, I suppose  Tata Young's declaration regarding her relationship with Paradorn is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/10672875316810756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=10672875316810756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10672875316810756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/10672875316810756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-classical-album-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728788599004825</id><published>2003-10-10T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T03:51:26.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patrick, who lives in London, just saw Kylie Minogue shopping at a Gucci store with her boyfriend the other day. Cool. postCount('Name');&lt;&lt; past entries  |  latest entry &gt;&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728788599004825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728788599004825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728788599004825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728788599004825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/patrick-who-lives-in-london-just-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728845616683455</id><published>2003-10-10T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T04:03:43.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood: REJUVENATEDCurrently Playing:UnpluggedBy  Corrs~*~"In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black nightFeels warmer for the sparkWarmer for the sparkTo hold us 'til the dayWhen fear will lose its gripAnd heaven has its waysHeaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes." The Corrs [No Frontiers] ~*~My maid is the biggest F4 fan. Before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728845616683455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728845616683455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728845616683455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728845616683455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728935882711885</id><published>2003-10-09T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T04:20:37.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  THIRSTYCurrently Reading:Bridget Jones: The Edge of ReasonBy  Helen Fielding~*~"Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone." Ralph Waldo Emerson ~*~Sith, this guy I used to know back in high school, wrote a little something today about the coolness of languages and the complexity that lies behind all the various forms of speech in the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728935882711885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728935882711885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728935882711885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728935882711885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106728994762527464</id><published>2003-10-09T17:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T04:30:04.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Playing:Braveheart: Original Motion Picture SoundtrackBy  James Horner~*~I'm such a fuckin quiz whore.   What Finding Nemo Character are You?brought to you by QuizillaWhich 'Friend' Are You?Find out! Oengus Mac OcYou are one of the Tuatha De Danann, the gods of Ireland. You are the son of the leading god, the Dagda, and you are quite good looking. You play a golden harp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106728994762527464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106728994762527464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728994762527464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106728994762527464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-playing-braveheart-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106731768996570563</id><published>2003-10-09T02:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:09:40.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently Watching:SerendipityStarring John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale~*~"Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather it's a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan."Dean [Serendipity]~*~I did domestic things today, like watering my mom’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106731768996570563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106731768996570563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106731768996570563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106731768996570563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/currently-watching-serendipity.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106731987167391911</id><published>2003-10-08T13:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:51:37.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  LAZYCurrently Reading:Angelas Ashes: A MemoirBy  Frank McCourt~*~"I have to look in the dictionary to find out what a virgin is. I know the Mother of God is the Virgin Mary and they call her that because she didn't have a proper husband, only poor old St. Joseph. In the Lives of the Saints the virgins are always getting into trouble and I don't know why. The dictionary says,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106731987167391911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106731987167391911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106731987167391911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106731987167391911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732085061819621</id><published>2003-10-07T18:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:06:06.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:   RELAXED (lazing around doing nothing but read, watch TV and talk on the phone for hours on end is a grrreat way to waste time, uh huh)Currently Playing:Slicker Than Your AverageBy Craig David~*~"'Cause I'm caught living in a world filled with love,so when tear drops fall from me like rain from above,I can brush all my troubles away, knowing that deep down inside,I've got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732085061819621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732085061819621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732085061819621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732085061819621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732153979411423</id><published>2003-10-07T00:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:30:24.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Moods: SICK and PENSIVECurrently Playing:HomeBy Dixie Chicks~*~Inordinately, random entry # 372: ~*~I think I’m coming down with something. I started feeling a little feverish the other night while I was talking to Patrick, but Tylenol managed to work its magic on me and so the fever went away for a while. I was OK during dinner tonight, but now my back aches horribly and my arms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732153979411423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732153979411423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732153979411423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732153979411423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-moods-sick-and-pensive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732190783018102</id><published>2003-10-06T15:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:24:43.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood: TIREDCurrently Playing:Songs of the Irish Whistle, Vol. 2By Joanie Madden~*~Watch me in the Discovery Channel’s “The Secret Life of Pandas” documentary, tonight at 8! ~*~WHEEEEEEE!! I’m done! I’m gonna go hibernate and try to somehow rid myself of these panda eyes; maybe get lost in a good book later and call up a bunch of friends I’ve been meaning to get back to for ages...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732190783018102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732190783018102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732190783018102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732190783018102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-tired-currently-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732247038240755</id><published>2003-10-05T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:27:51.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSN Today Pop-ups are Edju-cay-shunnelI think I'm going to have to adjust my biological clock and change my sleeping habits.Does this mean Stuart Little will be around for the Bangkok APEC summit?postCount('100503_2');&lt;&lt; past entries  |  latest entry &gt;&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732247038240755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732247038240755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732247038240755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732247038240755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/msn-today-pop-ups-are-edju-cay-shunnel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732292663710825</id><published>2003-10-05T01:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:47:45.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny late night MSN conversations with Akira:one voice says: teachers here in APU are either too OLD or dont know how to teachone voice says: did i tell you about this japanese teacherone voice says: who said she will "rock" the door after ten minsone voice says:instead of "lock". l y n n . says:what??. l y n n . says:ohhh. l y n n . says: AHHAHAone voice says: and she wrote that on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732292663710825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732292663710825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732292663710825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732292663710825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/funny-late-night-msn-conversations.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732393122598935</id><published>2003-10-04T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:55:12.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  MELLOWFinally found out why there were so many mosquitoes around for the Saturday smorgasbord: SIBLING SCRIMMAGE #1,946,367Me (to Jason as he watches Tomb Raider in my room): Do you know where the hell all these mosquitoes came from? Jason (his eyes fixed on Angelina Jolie): Ummm… Me (scratching furiously at my leg): It’s like they’re all congregating for a big buffet and I’m </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732393122598935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732393122598935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732393122598935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732393122598935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732485024409574</id><published>2003-10-04T13:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:55:23.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  ANNOYED (Trying not to scratch, but it's so hard. Where's the calamine lotion?)Currently Playing:The Joshua TreeBy U2~*~"See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I wait for you Sleight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait And I wait without you With or without you With or without you"U2 [With Or Without You] ~*~I just woke </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732485024409574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732485024409574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732485024409574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732485024409574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_106732485024409574.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732509508444806</id><published>2003-10-04T01:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:12:54.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa.  Is this weird or what.  I just heard from Preedee that he recently randomly ran into Kyla at the Japanese place in San Luis Obispo where he works as a sushi chef.  One of the other sushi chefs also working there said that Preedee was Thai, and so Kyla (who isn't Thai by the way, she's half Japanese) mentioned that her best friend from when she was younger was also Thai.  So, more talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732509508444806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732509508444806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732509508444806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732509508444806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732549948197995</id><published>2003-10-03T20:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:19:36.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YIKES.  This is scary.  And I only live five minutes away from there.  Isn't there any place in the world that's safe nowadays?  Maybe I should move to the North Pole and crash at Santa's place.I need to cut my hair. I was just out studying by the lake at the back of my house and the wind started whipping up (it’s gonna rain again soon), making my hair fly around like mad. It slapped me. Ow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732549948197995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732549948197995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732549948197995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732549948197995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732586292615412</id><published>2003-10-03T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:25:06.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood: THOUGHTFULCurrently Playing:I'm Still HereBy John Rzeznik~*~"And I want a moment to be real,Wanna touch things I don't feel,Wanna hold on and feel I belong.And how can the world want me to change,They're the ones that stay the same.The don't know me,'Cause I'm not here."Johnny Rzeznik [I'm Still Here] ~*~Patrick told me that Santana’s coming to BKK! Woohoo, and so are Craig </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732586292615412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732586292615412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732586292615412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732586292615412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732622977043246</id><published>2003-10-02T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:32:38.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  SINGING along to Jay Chou (I can't sing in Mandarin, so I'm making up my own lyrics as I go~*~Holy crap, is this cool or what... Guess who?10011010110110010100101011000001010000000100001011101001011010100110100111101000111000110110000011000001111000011010010100101101111000110101100101011111100010111110001101100111111011011010101100101011</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732622977043246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732622977043246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732622977043246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732622977043246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732665764264369</id><published>2003-10-02T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:39:30.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood: SLEEPY and BLANK (suffering serious brain atrophy here)Currenly PlayingElephunkBy Black Eyed Peas~*~"People killin', people dyin'Children hurt and you hear them cryin'Can you practice what you preachAnd would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help usSend us some guidance from above'Cause people got me, got me questionin'Where is the love?"Black Eyed Peas [</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732665764264369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732665764264369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732665764264369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732665764264369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-sleepy-and-blank.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990981.post-106732712640406793</id><published>2003-10-02T02:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T14:51:46.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current Mood:  CAFFEINATED (3 cups oughtta be enough)Currently Playing:CoverageBy Mandy Moore~*~"When the road gets darkAnd you can no longer seeJust let my love throw a sparkAnd have a little faith in me"Mandy Moore [Have a Little Faith In Me] ~*~I'm chugging down some coffee as I type this because my exam's tomorrow (actually, since it's 2:33AM, it's technically today) and me thinks I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/feeds/106732712640406793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5990981&amp;postID=106732712640406793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732712640406793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5990981/posts/default/106732712640406793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starryseas.blogspot.com/2003/10/current-mood-past-entries_106732712640406793.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/bkksoul/pbhbw3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
