<?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-4134213592761777916</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:26:14.530+01:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>daily noon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-975203120235583412</id><published>2010-01-30T00:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:07:06.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Does she feel out of place?</title><content type='html'>Looking into her eyes.&lt;div&gt;Is she happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does she feel like home here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does she miss her family back home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even her own child cannot speak Thai with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she cannot speak English very well either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does she feel out of place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is she doing here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-975203120235583412?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/975203120235583412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=975203120235583412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name.&lt;div&gt;My surname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first husband's surname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ex-husband's surname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke up with him but I want our son to use his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new Farang husband's surname&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my daughter to use my Farang husband's surname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm married but I still want to use my mother's maiden name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because when she dies, I could get her fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh human ... we evolve just around this stupid something that is actually nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Names and surnames are supposed to be something that remind us the reason of our existence every time we are called, aren't they? especially Thai names that most of the names have nice meanings... to be good, to be fair, to be happy, to be joyful, to be conscious, to be diligent, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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much?'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4299526549340982252</id><published>2010-01-29T23:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:48:47.962Z</updated><title type='text'>They are brutalists.</title><content type='html'>My dear, just let it go.&lt;div&gt;There is no need you ought to be this brutal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I saw you, I can tell from your manner what your intention is for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will sort itself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a matter of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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brutalists.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-454522805962674208</id><published>2009-10-20T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:23:35.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasipa's CV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/St44VIorKTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/REcQgv_btes/s1600-h/SASIPA+MONGOLNAVIN+CV+JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" 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as weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you trust someone that they're not poisoning you, your family and friends by using food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much can you trust a stranger who cooks food so well and comes to sell delicious lunch boxes to the Government agency staffs who miss their home country food so dearly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you be sure that one day Mumbai Dabbawala India will not be used by a terrorist as a conspiracy theory to kill 200,ooo lunchers daily?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1470685797878519748?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-995681179367034962</id><published>2009-09-25T21:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:39:58.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels = Dicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunday night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the dance floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was wearing flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;then this came to my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Me without heels is like a man without a dick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And if you want to save my life, just like throwing a life vest to a drowning girl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Can somebody throw a pair of heels to me on the dance floor, please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-995681179367034962?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/995681179367034962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=995681179367034962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/995681179367034962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/995681179367034962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/heels-dicks.html' title='Heels = Dicks'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1295530237286113282</id><published>2009-09-25T21:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:22:26.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FOF SOS MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Function. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Substance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;We are drunk in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1295530237286113282?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1295530237286113282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1295530237286113282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1295530237286113282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1295530237286113282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/fof-sos-mom.html' title='FOF SOS MOM'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1400674928075001213</id><published>2009-09-11T00:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:30:25.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Use your Garmin to get lost rather than get it right. what on earth could be more pleasant than the road less travelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1400674928075001213?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1400674928075001213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1400674928075001213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1400674928075001213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1400674928075001213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-lost.html' title='Get Lost'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3067413776233194592</id><published>2009-09-09T22:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:39:27.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How ridiculous a person can be.</title><content type='html'>They were fighting in a lick-the-boss's-arse war.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were praising themselves in what they had done in the past, not what they are going to do in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were boasting instead of listening to other people's problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were talking about numbers, size, money, ranks, positions, and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong time, wrong place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not writing this with angryness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling it enlightenedly how ridiculous a human being could be and feel pityful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3067413776233194592?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3067413776233194592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3067413776233194592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3067413776233194592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3067413776233194592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-ridiculous-person-can-be.html' title='How ridiculous a person can be.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-5309729098658877404</id><published>2009-08-30T02:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:57:16.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fine art</title><content type='html'>I kept asking myself why I was turned off by the exhibition "Walking in My Mind" at Hayward Gallery ... and then Futurism at Tate Modern.... 2 years ago I enjoyed finding the meanings behind those art pieces in museums. Today I feel like I don't give a shit about what's on your mind about yourself or what your childhood was like, Nara. I feel that the in your face like Banksy's or Steven Meisel's fashion editorial are much more appreciable. Simple, sarcastic, easy to understand, about people, about the world, for people and they are the voice of what's going on now... getting tired of some kind of fine art.. feeling kinda weird. We don't need to look for meanings in every thing.. it's too complicated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-5309729098658877404?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5309729098658877404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=5309729098658877404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5309729098658877404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5309729098658877404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/fine-art.html' title='fine art'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6941781609758345473</id><published>2009-08-30T02:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:30:54.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 140%; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(170, 221, 153); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://sasipa-in-london.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thoughts-from-watching-at-passerby.html" style="display: block; text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Some thoughts from watching passerby at weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Some kinds of heels can make some women look so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I really love your smelling-good-intendedly-rugged look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool people simply dress basics - tee, jeans and Converse because they know they are cool enough that they need nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6941781609758345473?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6941781609758345473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6941781609758345473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6941781609758345473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6941781609758345473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7859903233463985318</id><published>2009-08-09T22:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:57:38.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A small hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A boy: Nan, you don't like rats, do you?&lt;div&gt;Nan: No, I run away every time I see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A boy: I will get a snake. And when the rat comes, I will tell the snake "Go After It!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another old lady asked the boy, "Why don't you like rats?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because they bite!" replied the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circle line, getting off at Baker Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7859903233463985318?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7859903233463985318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7859903233463985318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7859903233463985318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7859903233463985318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-boy.html' title='About a Boy'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4908535422188224249</id><published>2009-08-09T22:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:40:01.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would miss much about London</title><content type='html'>What I would miss much about London.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A World in 6 seats. There are times when I see an Asian, Black, White, Indian, Middle-eastern, English sitting next to each other on tube seats. United Colors of London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is nothing wrong with wearing ragged, ripped clothes. Kate Moss started it. Ripped stockings are cool. And you have to rip it at the parties. A tee with a broken seem is fine... perhaps they does it by intention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Drink Don't Drive. Because I own no car. My feet are my Land Rover. A bus driver is my chauffeur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Seeing people carrying papers while walking in Portobello market on Sunday mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- An appreciation of sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tesco's Bagged Baby Leaf Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Salmon &amp;amp; Mushroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People dress out of this world to show off on streets at weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sunbathe in Hyde park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Spotting the Americans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Good taste kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Do you need a bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Uncles/Grandpas in jeans and Converse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Grandmas wearing pink lipstick with fabulous earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4908535422188224249?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4908535422188224249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4908535422188224249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4908535422188224249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4908535422188224249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-dreaming.html' title='What I would miss much about London'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7112485385575100360</id><published>2009-08-09T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:37:44.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11 / 22:22</title><content type='html'>Most of the time I have a look at iPhone screen for the time, it appears to me either 11:11 or 22:22. It's been like this over ten times for the past month. Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7112485385575100360?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7112485385575100360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7112485385575100360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7112485385575100360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7112485385575100360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/1111-2222.html' title='11:11 / 22:22'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1722866821262770008</id><published>2009-07-29T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:56:35.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A night in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A night in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come away with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you mend a broken heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blueberry nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he too slow to cross the street? Will he be alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1722866821262770008?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1722866821262770008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1722866821262770008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1722866821262770008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1722866821262770008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-in-london.html' title='A night in London'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8552260069718290767</id><published>2009-07-07T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:43:21.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tray Party Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0vDXp52I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PAvs_xJlaTk/s1600-h/port3-party-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0vDXp52I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PAvs_xJlaTk/s400/port3-party-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682364836669282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8552260069718290767?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8552260069718290767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8552260069718290767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8552260069718290767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8552260069718290767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/tray-party-poster.html' title='Tray Party Poster'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0vDXp52I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PAvs_xJlaTk/s72-c/port3-party-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3034606063305114945</id><published>2009-07-07T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:42:10.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tray Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0geRGVoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EpD3E79JWFM/s1600-h/Tray-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0geRGVoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EpD3E79JWFM/s400/Tray-party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682114358892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3034606063305114945?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3034606063305114945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3034606063305114945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3034606063305114945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3034606063305114945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/tray-party.html' title='Tray Party'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0geRGVoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EpD3E79JWFM/s72-c/Tray-party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8561559178865129684</id><published>2009-07-07T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:41:09.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kra-tip party bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0QKiyvGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T-e_Jfr1Cq4/s1600-h/port3-kratip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0QKiyvGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T-e_Jfr1Cq4/s400/port3-kratip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355681834186488930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8561559178865129684?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8561559178865129684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8561559178865129684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8561559178865129684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8561559178865129684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/kra-tip-party-bag.html' title='Kra-tip party bag'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlM0QKiyvGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T-e_Jfr1Cq4/s72-c/port3-kratip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-9011552197864509093</id><published>2009-07-07T12:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:40:14.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Flip Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlMzvcJ1q_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8zsND3faeGo/s1600-h/PictureFlipclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlMzvcJ1q_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8zsND3faeGo/s400/PictureFlipclock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355681271977978866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-9011552197864509093?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9011552197864509093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=9011552197864509093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/9011552197864509093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/9011552197864509093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-flip-clock.html' title='Picture Flip Clock'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlMzvcJ1q_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8zsND3faeGo/s72-c/PictureFlipclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6709584326698394619</id><published>2009-07-05T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:40:56.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Cage City Bag by Noon Mongolnavin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlEr6MDJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Parqe_a2Q5c/s1600-h/Bird-Cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlEr6MDJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Parqe_a2Q5c/s400/Bird-Cage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355109710587098722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6709584326698394619?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6709584326698394619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6709584326698394619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6709584326698394619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6709584326698394619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/bird-cage-city-bag-by-noon-mongolnavin.html' title='Bird Cage City Bag by Noon Mongolnavin'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SlEr6MDJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Parqe_a2Q5c/s72-c/Bird-Cage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7958798580114885526</id><published>2009-07-01T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:48:30.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't you hear my heartbeat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvKqMcRfPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yxemRj8rRDk/s1600-h/photo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvKqMcRfPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yxemRj8rRDk/s400/photo-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353595408303095026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7958798580114885526?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7958798580114885526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7958798580114885526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7958798580114885526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7958798580114885526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-you-hear-my-heartbeat.html' title='Can&apos;t you hear my heartbeat?'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvKqMcRfPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yxemRj8rRDk/s72-c/photo-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6434377408687704233</id><published>2009-07-01T21:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:39:50.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvJhBfd08I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoSIll7rWrM/s1600-h/5046_99588791007_693666007_2505225_3720309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvJhBfd08I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoSIll7rWrM/s400/5046_99588791007_693666007_2505225_3720309_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353594151233246146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6434377408687704233?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6434377408687704233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6434377408687704233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6434377408687704233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6434377408687704233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='boys will be boys'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvJhBfd08I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SoSIll7rWrM/s72-c/5046_99588791007_693666007_2505225_3720309_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3641718886320579572</id><published>2009-07-01T21:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:38:06.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An accident of colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvI00z3DkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E_xk6WaithM/s1600-h/5046_102452296007_693666007_2555774_1139612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvI00z3DkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E_xk6WaithM/s400/5046_102452296007_693666007_2555774_1139612_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353593391914880578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;An accident of colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3641718886320579572?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3641718886320579572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3641718886320579572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3641718886320579572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3641718886320579572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/accident-of-colors.html' title='An accident of colors'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvI00z3DkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/E_xk6WaithM/s72-c/5046_102452296007_693666007_2555774_1139612_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2316217208346823537</id><published>2009-07-01T21:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:34:57.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvIT2X1qHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FWiS2SZ1kSI/s1600-h/5046_102880866007_693666007_2563474_38393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvIT2X1qHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FWiS2SZ1kSI/s400/5046_102880866007_693666007_2563474_38393_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353592825398536306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;The truth about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly praised when you are not there any more.&lt;br /&gt;You were slammed so hard while you were alive.&lt;br /&gt;We wish he could hear our praise, &lt;br /&gt;we wish he could feel our love, &lt;br /&gt;we wish he was listening to all the good words we have, &lt;br /&gt;we wish he could see our tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad that a person is worth praising only when he is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2316217208346823537?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2316217208346823537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2316217208346823537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2316217208346823537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2316217208346823537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-about-life.html' title='The truth about life.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SkvIT2X1qHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FWiS2SZ1kSI/s72-c/5046_102880866007_693666007_2563474_38393_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6111711129867229478</id><published>2009-04-12T23:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:15:33.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SeJ1MFHot1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4Z5fHRZEafY/s1600-h/nai+laung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SeJ1MFHot1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4Z5fHRZEafY/s400/nai+laung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323946559898433362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the first of my childhood memories.&lt;div&gt;Everyday I would hear this teachings after the news on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wondered how could one person can have so many thoughts to teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not feeling of him as a King, I feel so familiar with him although  I have never met the real him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is like a big tree or a shelter or a father that makes me feel safe everyday and when there was bloodshed... I know he would do something when necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not so excited about 60th Anniversary celebrations, I didn't care about the great celebration itself, wasn't there either in front of TV or at the venue. I didn't think that it is important. I still remember I was at the office preparing a presentation. I just sent him my best wishes and felt thankful I was born in his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always think being born royal is worse than being born ordinary people like me. You have to sacrifice a lot if you want to be a good royal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does not need be good to us. He does not need be bad either. He could choose to be ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he has been a good King. And if he weren't a King, as a person, he would be a good person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more can we expect from a person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we have to expect so much from him whilst he has been giving us more than we have rights to expect from a person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many sad songs out there for my sad feelings, but there is no such song for this broken heart at this moment. I'm hurt Thais fight each other and we are breaking his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6111711129867229478?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6111711129867229478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6111711129867229478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6111711129867229478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6111711129867229478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/he.html' title='He'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SeJ1MFHot1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4Z5fHRZEafY/s72-c/nai+laung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2566438647325172376</id><published>2009-04-05T20:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:03:53.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have been on that train... or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdkMG2MsE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I11UeCdx0Bo/s1600-h/P3080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdkMG2MsE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I11UeCdx0Bo/s400/P3080004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321297746482434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this lady at the Kindertransport statue at Liverpool Street Station.&lt;div&gt;She was sitting in front of the statue and being filmed by her middle-aged son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a while and I wonder she must have some horrific memories about the Holocaust and Kindertransport when she was a small girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her gesture, sitting still in sunshine, her eyes kept looking at these metal children, and then gently touched the word 'Vienna' made me ask her, "Were you on that train?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She replied,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "I was lucky. I have a family here. But yes yes I could have been on that train... or not".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Looking deep in her eyes, I feel the pain of an 80-year-old baby who had to unwillingly witness the most horrific event that left the scars to millions of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last words she said to me was, 'Thank you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2566438647325172376?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2566438647325172376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2566438647325172376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2566438647325172376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2566438647325172376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-have-been-on-that-train-or-not.html' title='I could have been on that train... or not.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdkMG2MsE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/I11UeCdx0Bo/s72-c/P3080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6601547707185802854</id><published>2009-04-01T01:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:06:20.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdK4QKXU2CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EoMFFi7cJxA/s1600-h/2664_65413686007_693666007_2111926_3048787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdK4QKXU2CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EoMFFi7cJxA/s400/2664_65413686007_693666007_2111926_3048787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319516697677584418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Holocaust Exhibition, Imperial War Museum&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always get speechless about the holocaust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having seen drawings and poems of a Jewish girl for her German friend in a concentration camp hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A walk in Auschwitz paralyzed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about the quote "The world is divided into places where they (Jewish people) cannot live and places into which they cannot enter" over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And learn from what Heinrich Heine said, "Where one burns books, one will, in the end, burn people".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past week, I feel that the tone of the voice of Thaksin from the telespeech sounds similar to Adolf Hitler. And I despises what he does and what he says. And I take side, the opposite side to him and believe that eventually in the end of his life, it would be as catastrophic as how Hitler and his dickhead acquaintances ended their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the karma do it job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why we human never learn to learn from the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how can some people be so power hungry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, we cannot take anything with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6601547707185802854?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6601547707185802854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6601547707185802854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6601547707185802854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6601547707185802854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-speechless.html' title='Always speechless'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SdK4QKXU2CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EoMFFi7cJxA/s72-c/2664_65413686007_693666007_2111926_3048787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4636312017512432943</id><published>2009-03-27T21:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:10:02.928Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Sc1AOB-TjdI/AAAAAAAAAII/SU4UnHGLyHo/s1600-h/photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Sc1AOB-TjdI/AAAAAAAAAII/SU4UnHGLyHo/s400/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977344786533842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My walk in Chepstow Villas.&lt;div&gt;What a lovely thought that someone put this couple to dance in blooming flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4636312017512432943?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4636312017512432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4636312017512432943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4636312017512432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4636312017512432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-in-spring.html' title='Dancing in Spring'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Sc1AOB-TjdI/AAAAAAAAAII/SU4UnHGLyHo/s72-c/photo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6879846447630918170</id><published>2009-03-27T01:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:51:49.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Love grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwxG-mFFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/77ssT1gMaQQ/s1600-h/pantone_color_chart_gray_mug-p168384433460655592qjye_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwxG-mFFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/77ssT1gMaQQ/s400/pantone_color_chart_gray_mug-p168384433460655592qjye_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317679255969404578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6879846447630918170?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6879846447630918170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6879846447630918170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6879846447630918170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6879846447630918170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-grey.html' title='Love grey'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwxG-mFFqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/77ssT1gMaQQ/s72-c/pantone_color_chart_gray_mug-p168384433460655592qjye_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1150957319325011323</id><published>2009-03-27T01:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:39:11.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Broken keyboard is like an old lady's falling teeth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwt4XYQRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YxgyAMoyndE/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwt4XYQRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YxgyAMoyndE/s400/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317675706389382786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wonder the alphabets I statically use the most is J &amp;amp; K ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1150957319325011323?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1150957319325011323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1150957319325011323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1150957319325011323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1150957319325011323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-keyboard-is-like-old-ladys.html' title='Broken keyboard is like an old lady&apos;s falling teeth.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwt4XYQRoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YxgyAMoyndE/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3429828470398795168</id><published>2009-03-27T01:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:35:08.578Z</updated><title type='text'>The collapse of traffic light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scws1Ve034I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8brxT1BSBJQ/s1600-h/P2250035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scws1Ve034I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8brxT1BSBJQ/s400/P2250035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317674554828840834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bond Street&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traffic light was hit by a long trailer trying to turn left and it couldn't resist the gravity any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3429828470398795168?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3429828470398795168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3429828470398795168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3429828470398795168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3429828470398795168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/collapse-of-traffic-light.html' title='The collapse of traffic light'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scws1Ve034I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8brxT1BSBJQ/s72-c/P2250035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1109239780984408781</id><published>2009-03-27T01:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:41:02.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Make it clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwrp2IfC8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ierSkT_huvs/s1600-h/photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwrp2IfC8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ierSkT_huvs/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317673257923447746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soho&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a front door of a house in SOHO. They make it clear, "No Prostitutes Here".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fed up with the door knocks or sense of humour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1109239780984408781?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1109239780984408781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1109239780984408781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1109239780984408781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1109239780984408781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-it-clear.html' title='Make it clear'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwrp2IfC8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ierSkT_huvs/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2242363266799597595</id><published>2009-03-27T01:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:27:08.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwrDEyeIxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HtCHebIPXrg/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwrDEyeIxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HtCHebIPXrg/s400/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317672591842747154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at La Fromagerie&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How innocent she is. She fed these goats with sugar cubes. That would make delicious goat cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2242363266799597595?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2242363266799597595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2242363266799597595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2242363266799597595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2242363266799597595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwrDEyeIxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HtCHebIPXrg/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2282626292723959007</id><published>2009-03-27T01:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:28:57.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Train &amp; Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwnh8lKatI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjl_M7SXhss/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwnh8lKatI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjl_M7SXhss/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317668724168878802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on Heathrow Connect. This would make a good vignette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A train is like a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if I was in this bogie, and you were in another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if I was heading West but you just decided you want to head East?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if we met and chatted in this train but you said you're tired and you want get off before me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if I want to go to next stations, but you don't want to go anywhere else but here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if we were once the same line but at that point one day we have to go parallel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2282626292723959007?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2282626292723959007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2282626292723959007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2282626292723959007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2282626292723959007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/train-relationship.html' title='A Train &amp; Relationship'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/Scwnh8lKatI/AAAAAAAAAHY/jjl_M7SXhss/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2061381752716451991</id><published>2009-03-27T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:09:26.781Z</updated><title type='text'>The Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwnIEIXsyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8z1oHQPDpqc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwnIEIXsyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8z1oHQPDpqc/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317668279518999330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Soul i-D exhibition&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love hugging and being hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2061381752716451991?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2061381752716451991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2061381752716451991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2061381752716451991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2061381752716451991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/hug.html' title='The Hug'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwnIEIXsyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8z1oHQPDpqc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6930635997799359000</id><published>2009-03-27T00:24:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:04:08.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwmAHLT3_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/SL-VEyAo-TY/s1600-h/angel_lute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwmAHLT3_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/SL-VEyAo-TY/s400/angel_lute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317667043386056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me since I was young she believes in guardian angels, those who protect her when something bad is going to happen. It can be a sort of unseen energy or good people who happen to come to help at the right time. I thought it was bullshit but the older I am, the more I believe in such things and feel thankful for having guardian angels around me to always keep me out of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; A drug-crazed guy on the basement climbed up and knocked my window at 4 am with two glasses of champagne. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My angel&lt;/span&gt; was my elementary friend who came back from a night out with me and made me feel safe by talking peace with that guy. Although we got so scared in the end because the dickhead was swearing at us like he was gonna eat our flesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; I sent my passport to request for visa on Friday. My parents just landed Monday night to stay with me here for a month. Tuesday, my housekeeper received a call from the Thai Embassy in London that my passport is with them. I thought, "such a curious case... I need a Sherlock Holmes" Wednesday, my dad received a call he hadn't answered for a couple of times and it was a call from the Thai embassy informing us that my lost passport is with them. It was sent to them Tuesday evening. On a bus to the embassy, I was frustrated and wondering how that happened. Where are other documents? Did it come with the passport? And why 400 pounds was taken out of my bank account this morning for the visa fee? When I got there, the only thing I received is my passport only. With the help from the embassy, they gave me an official letter as a confirmation that what they got is the passport, with no other documents. My parents and I then went to the Home Office in Croydon. The letter was my passport to get in the office unless anybody with no appointment can get in. Meeting a gentle officer, he then contacted the Sheffield office and checked whether they have received other documents which are my MA certificate, two letters from the University and my personal bank statements. Fortunately, they have received it and I was told that the officer there told him they were aware that there was something wrong with packet. I then passed my passport to the officer and they will post it to the Sheffield office. Such a case. Really strange case. But I feel so thankful that my dear passport came back to me. Thank you my angels: my housekeeper p'Uan who lets me know the news, my parents who came just in time with relaxing attitude,  a person who posted it to the embassy, all helpful officers at the Thai embassy who understood how frustrated I was, a generous officer at Home Office... all angels, thank you all energy force that drove things to happen at the right time and the right place.. I thought it wasn't right at first but finally I feel thankful and thank you my angels, both seen and unseen, I'm going to treat you well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6930635997799359000?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6930635997799359000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6930635997799359000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6930635997799359000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6930635997799359000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/ScwmAHLT3_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/SL-VEyAo-TY/s72-c/angel_lute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4393455324364474411</id><published>2009-02-22T16:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:57:40.782Z</updated><title type='text'>men / constructivism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SaGB9vJo5jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Jnj3mr-4WRY/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SaGB9vJo5jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Jnj3mr-4WRY/s400/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305664733648053810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After this exhibition, during Saturday afternoon conversation on relationship, a new crush, flirting, love, and lust at TATE cafe, my friends and I came up with the observation that men are like constructivism - like those straight lines drawn by a ruler on a canvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4393455324364474411?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4393455324364474411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4393455324364474411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4393455324364474411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4393455324364474411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-constructivism.html' title='men / constructivism'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SaGB9vJo5jI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Jnj3mr-4WRY/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6376365443848247543</id><published>2009-02-22T16:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:47:22.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Love these insights</title><content type='html'>Psychology Today, February 2009&lt;div&gt;Insights: Navigating Wall Streets Is More of a Mind Game than Ever by Sadia Latifi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONOPOLY MONEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did we enter financial freefail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one contribution. People cheat more when they aren't dealing with real money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abstractions - whether it's a poker chip or a stock option - make people more comfortable with fudging the rules. Start trading fancy derivatives and your morals just might come unmoored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6376365443848247543?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6376365443848247543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6376365443848247543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6376365443848247543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6376365443848247543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-these-insights.html' title='Love these insights'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3585240448414704969</id><published>2009-02-20T00:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:28:19.923Z</updated><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>So true about St Martins!&lt;div&gt;From 107 Charing Cross Road by Murray Healy, LOVE magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...This is why Kappo loves the place. 'You think it's a shitty old rundown building, freezing cold, with windows don't close properly, noise and dust, whatever. But no one is precious about this place. And because you're not precious about it, you use it...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3585240448414704969?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3585240448414704969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3585240448414704969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3585240448414704969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3585240448414704969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7054779052123101595</id><published>2009-02-19T23:29:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:58:44.063Z</updated><title type='text'>oh i love it</title><content type='html'>i love how Hanna Hanra beautifully describes how 1960s was like in i-D March 2009 sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was something happening in London, the sixties were swinging.&lt;br /&gt;All along the watchtower and all down the Kings Road, the youths were marking their territory with mini's, midi's and maxi's, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the contraceptive pill was making it ok to share some of the loving feeling that was in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No longer was being a teenager a grey area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The times, they were a changing and culture needed a poster pin up to become the face of generation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7054779052123101595?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7054779052123101595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1858484397609300269</id><published>2009-02-16T20:08:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:42:47.318Z</updated><title type='text'>dot to dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZnNJI_8LBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A_s7yRvZzj0/s1600-h/dot_to_dot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZnNJI_8LBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A_s7yRvZzj0/s400/dot_to_dot2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303495593123654674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped in my rubber flats.&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous guy smiled to me.&lt;br /&gt;If we can catagoriz types of smiles, this would be what I call an assuring smile that says, 'hey, it's alright to walk and slip'.&lt;br /&gt;Just two seconds, he made me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to slip sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we take incidents in life as connected dots, rather than the one bold line drawn as lifetime or long term commitment to someone to make us feel good, to make us feel that we have a shelter to comfort us all the time?&lt;br /&gt;What if we are happy with those dots which are the collected feel good things that we get from different people and strangers we happen to come across in one second, a week, a month, a year and there is no requirement for a life time commitment?&lt;br /&gt;What if we are not overtly committed to any one and don't expect them to make us feel good, but rather jump from dot to dot and enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the dot to dot I used to play when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going start playing it again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of Orange's recent campaign - "I Am Everyone".&lt;br /&gt;Not so directly, but in a way.&lt;br /&gt;If I were them, I might want to try using the dot to dot visual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1858484397609300269?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1858484397609300269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1858484397609300269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1858484397609300269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1858484397609300269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-slipped-he-smiled.html' title='dot to dot'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZnNJI_8LBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A_s7yRvZzj0/s72-c/dot_to_dot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1523310769688911775</id><published>2009-02-16T20:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:06:25.310Z</updated><title type='text'>What makes me choose these brands</title><content type='html'>What makes me buy the brands I buy at Tesco, Tuna in a can and tissue rolls is the handle of the big tissue bag and the easy open end of the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small things count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in life, sometimes we fall in love with someone for the first time by just a very small thing in their personality whether it's their accent, their pace, their movement, their gesture, their smile, or their messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came across a related article in New Scientist&lt;br /&gt;"How Your Looks Betray Your Personality"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20126957.300-how-your-looks-betray-your-personality.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1523310769688911775?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1523310769688911775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1523310769688911775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1523310769688911775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1523310769688911775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-makes-me-buy.html' title='What makes me choose these brands'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3034313749922169763</id><published>2009-02-16T03:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:23:35.006Z</updated><title type='text'>These twins made my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZjaBckTl1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/xrNi_IkxydY/s1600-h/GetAttachment-8.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZjaBckTl1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/xrNi_IkxydY/s400/GetAttachment-8.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303228279611955026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These twins made my day.&lt;br /&gt;They reacted a lot to the environment, they made faces, they learned to imitate facial expression, they pointed at things, they tried to speak.&lt;br /&gt;They are new to the world and they got so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep our eyes young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3034313749922169763?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3034313749922169763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3034313749922169763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3034313749922169763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3034313749922169763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-twins-made-my-day.html' title='These twins made my day.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZjaBckTl1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/xrNi_IkxydY/s72-c/GetAttachment-8.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2679455567210512116</id><published>2009-02-16T02:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:06:14.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Life needs what's next.</title><content type='html'>My life needs something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Both the planned ones and the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to meeting my new-born nephew in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to 1st of every month to read forecasts on www.astrologyzone.com &lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the fresh smell of new monthly magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to hearing my daddy's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to kissing my grandma's cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to teasing my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Hats: An Anthology by Stephen Jones exhibition&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to "what's next?". C'mon life, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a guessing game. Without these, the excitement and the fun is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the quote from Vicky Cristina Barcelona - "Only unfulfilled love can be romantic". It lies more in the wanting and the guessing games in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so related thinking:&lt;br /&gt;Most of us look forward to New Years and Birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;The time which we celebrate and a mark of the new bright beginning.&lt;br /&gt;But my dad told me that perhaps we human create all the special days such as New Years or Birthdays and celebrate it to cheat ourselves, ageing and to make us feel good about the truth that we can never avoid - we're getting older every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2679455567210512116?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2679455567210512116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2679455567210512116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2679455567210512116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2679455567210512116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-needs-whats-next.html' title='Life needs what&apos;s next.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1807587589703194275</id><published>2009-02-14T13:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:57:58.731Z</updated><title type='text'>The Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZbNgxlyTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4YmgXtc0gUM/s1600-h/P1180357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZbNgxlyTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4YmgXtc0gUM/s400/P1180357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302651574226668594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the DJ played the remix of "Gold Digger" with my favourite verse sang by Jamie Foxx being repeated&lt;br /&gt;"She take my money when I'm in need". &lt;br /&gt;Just this one verse that made people sing along and get movin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life were a song, sometimes a favourite verse is like a favourite phase of life - one moment, one specific phase that you enjoy the most and wish it replay forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1807587589703194275?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1807587589703194275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1807587589703194275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1807587589703194275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1807587589703194275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/verse.html' title='The Verse'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZbNgxlyTDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4YmgXtc0gUM/s72-c/P1180357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2601577786030461542</id><published>2009-02-13T04:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:33:40.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Love his speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AVukxmpBpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0AVukxmpBpE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the BAFTA goes to.... Mickey Rourke.&lt;br /&gt;Love his speech!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2601577786030461542?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2601577786030461542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2601577786030461542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2601577786030461542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2601577786030461542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-his-speech.html' title='Love his speech'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8613923141488625310</id><published>2009-02-13T04:15:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:02:54.923Z</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING La Clique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZT2nolCWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZtqcAQMLA80/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZT2nolCWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZtqcAQMLA80/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302133822090009250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of the best show in town.&lt;br /&gt;The magic of human body.&lt;br /&gt;These people brave what we understood as human limitation to objects - tennis rackets, hula hoops, puppets, etc&lt;br /&gt;The passion I can feel from the flesh in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully-made, it gives the audience the thrill, laugh, excitement - to reconnect with human emotion, to feel that we can still feel. Amazingggggggggg. It reminds me of the film "The Prestige". They're playing with the real thing. And if something goes wrong, people would think it's a joke, the show must go on and that would be the scariest part of the show that nobody else knows but the artists that have to carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8613923141488625310?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8613923141488625310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8613923141488625310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8613923141488625310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8613923141488625310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/amazing-la-clique.html' title='AMAZING La Clique'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZT2nolCWqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZtqcAQMLA80/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8900304923930748311</id><published>2009-02-13T03:54:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:40:59.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Old Person Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZTyks7HVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSvYA3DovYU/s1600-h/photo-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZTyks7HVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSvYA3DovYU/s400/photo-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129373670233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists: Sun Yuan and Peng Ty&lt;br /&gt;OLD PERSON HOME 2007&lt;br /&gt;13 life size sculptures and 13 dynamoelectric wheelchairs&lt;br /&gt;The Saatchi Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw just heads of mobile old people on wheelchairs from the corridor, I thought wow it's such a good programme that takes old people to see contemporary art at the Saatchi Gallery. &lt;br /&gt;Moving a bit closer, I got more suspicious. Why nothing else in the room but these old crowds on the wheelchairs.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed and really love the way it is displayed in an open space where you can walk close to the them, obstruct their wheelchairs, take a closer look till you see that they are all sculptures made with very interesting details (i really love the ear wax in the ears of one sculpture. it's what an old person usually has!)...... it's incredibly well-made, full with details. &lt;br /&gt;Look very much like real people.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are dressed in military uniforms and have something in hands that reminds them of the past, the war the went.&lt;br /&gt;In the last bit of your life, it's you and your past that live together, probably because the future for old people comes too quickly and too scary to look forward to? Not a type of countdown that you would enjoy looking forward to like other countdowns. Reminiscent of the past can probably make you feel it's not too scared to live.&lt;br /&gt;Love love love the work and this exhibition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8900304923930748311?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8900304923930748311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8900304923930748311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8900304923930748311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8900304923930748311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-person-home.html' title='Old Person Home'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZTyks7HVqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JSvYA3DovYU/s72-c/photo-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7544501287236431371</id><published>2009-02-13T03:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:04:43.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Reopened</title><content type='html'>"Reopen" is one of the words that really make my day.&lt;div&gt;Like today at 6 pm, I was on my way to the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes bus no.52, ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running as fast as I could, I still missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having seen the door slowly closed, I stopped and let go, telling myself 'it's okay'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then in seconds, it's reopened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jumped on, gave a biggest smile to the bus driver, and said the biggest thank you to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word I silently said to myself, "YOU MAKE MY DAY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An everyday-human kindness that exists even in the dusk as long as you don't turn a blind eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7544501287236431371?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7544501287236431371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7544501287236431371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7544501287236431371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7544501287236431371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/reopened.html' title='Reopened'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2361682779857534178</id><published>2009-02-10T07:31:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:51:30.954Z</updated><title type='text'>On the Fags.. how a smoker thinks</title><content type='html'>from ELLE March 2009&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Gwyneth Paltrow by Craig McLean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig: Shall we pop outside for a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwyneth: Man, I wish smoking didn't kill you, I'd be smoking right now. I miss it. The last cigarette I smoked was the day I found out I was pregnant with Apple. I had to sit down and smoke one final cigarette [a mourning sigh]. It's such a beautiful thing, I'm so pissed of it gives you cancer. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cigarettes were my upper, they were my downer. I would think with them, write with them. I just love them so much. The act of lighting them. I love the way the raw tobacco smells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But then, once you have children, if you've witnessed a death like I did with my father, you just can't. I'd never want to put them through what I went through. So I don't do it. But I've decided that when I'm about 70 I'm going to start smoking again. Why not? I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2361682779857534178?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2361682779857534178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2361682779857534178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2361682779857534178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2361682779857534178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-fag.html' title='On the Fags.. how a smoker thinks'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2725334872125881713</id><published>2009-02-10T05:46:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:08:40.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Both worlds in one Elle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZEZ2Sjz6gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O44NVf-2mQ8/s1600-h/P1140305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZEZ2Sjz6gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/O44NVf-2mQ8/s400/P1140305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046656877455874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZEZrp7JmZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4fBXT3Kgxb4/s1600-h/P1140304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SZEZrp7JmZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4fBXT3Kgxb4/s400/P1140304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046474170800530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought ELLE March 2009 with Gwyneth Paltrow on the cover. Whilst I was flipping through pages, magazine insertions fell down. Two are not the same. Completely different. One is PLAN's brochure seeking sponsors for children in countries like Bolivia, the Philippines, and Sierra Leone with an image of a smiley girl in poverty on the cover. Another one? Much more sophisticated - Agent Provocateur's "Tableaux Vivants" poster inspired by virgins, Greek god, lust in paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... both worlds in one. totally different. one is asking for basic needs. another one indulges in the world of black pasties, micronet hold ups and fine French embroidery anglais. something i'm still thinking about... hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2725334872125881713?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2725334872125881713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2725334872125881713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1234666201649045622</id><published>2009-02-08T20:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:22:40.444Z</updated><title type='text'>My most favourite exhibitions so far</title><content type='html'>1.Psycho Buildings at the Hayward Gallery&lt;br /&gt;http://www.southbankcentre.co.uk/festivals-series/psycho-buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Life Before Death at the Wellcome Collection&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wellcomecollection.org/exhibitionsandevents/pastexhibitionsandevents/lifebeforedeath/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The House of Viktor &amp; Rolf at the Barbican Centre&lt;br /&gt;http://www.barbican.org.uk/artgallery/event-detail.asp?ID=7272&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1234666201649045622?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6245693002973757136</id><published>2009-02-05T23:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:41:36.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Medium or Large</title><content type='html'>It usually happens when I am standing in front of an eggs shelf at Tesco looking at confusing options.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medium free range&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medium Organic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Large free range&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Large Organic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I think of Buddha's teaching, go for a moderate way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose Medium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6245693002973757136?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6245693002973757136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6245693002973757136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6245693002973757136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6245693002973757136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/medium-or-large.html' title='Medium or Large'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6201422910686355762</id><published>2009-02-05T23:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:11:58.553Z</updated><title type='text'>she, bank notes, and bites</title><content type='html'>I met this woman. She works at Lloyds. She once tried to convince me to put my money to a special account. I didn't do so. She counts thousands of bank notes each day. I met her again on bus no.7 today. And she was biting her nails - the hand that she counts thousands of bank notes every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6201422910686355762?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6201422910686355762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6201422910686355762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6201422910686355762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6201422910686355762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-bank-notes-and-bites.html' title='she, bank notes, and bites'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6644635559644691756</id><published>2009-02-05T03:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:10:49.634Z</updated><title type='text'>A Matter of the L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lust&lt;/div&gt;Love &lt;div&gt;Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I heard one lady speaking on the phone with her cheating husband.. to add one more word, "Lies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the conversation, she seemed Lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6644635559644691756?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6644635559644691756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6644635559644691756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6644635559644691756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6644635559644691756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/matter-of-l.html' title='A Matter of the L'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6749706400940682440</id><published>2009-02-05T03:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:39:16.134Z</updated><title type='text'>love her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYpfNnkGN4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/sWGmaAyUoTQ/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYpfNnkGN4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/sWGmaAyUoTQ/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299152599118133122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love Beyonce's drummer! Brutal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6749706400940682440?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6749706400940682440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6749706400940682440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6749706400940682440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6749706400940682440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-her.html' title='love her'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYpfNnkGN4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/sWGmaAyUoTQ/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3148661974134593876</id><published>2009-02-03T14:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:16:35.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the Week</title><content type='html'>No one forget the truth. They just get better with lying. - April in the Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic self-diluted little boy. - April in the Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life as it matters. - April in the Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't feel like a mistake to me. - Randy in the Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beer with me? One beer. - Randy in the Wrestler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3148661974134593876?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3148661974134593876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3148661974134593876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3148661974134593876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3148661974134593876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes-of-week_03.html' title='Quotes of the Week'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6645213108606469885</id><published>2009-02-03T14:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:29:37.889Z</updated><title type='text'>To grow in the future we must learn from the past</title><content type='html'>full version available at http://www.brandrepublic.com/Campaign/Features/Features/874449/grow-future-learn-past/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, quite rightly, an industry obsessed with tomorrow. Relentlessly searching for the next big idea. And that next big idea can't look anything like yesterday's big idea. Ours is a ruthlessly creative culture, more so than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to accept, however, that we live in an age of unprecedented change. Accelerating so fast that we only see the presents as it disappears from our consciousness. Thanks to the power of digital technology, we make mistakes faster than at any other time in our existence. - Sir John Hegarty, Campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hegarty's favourite ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heineken Water in Majorca - This famous campaign, originated by Terry Lovelock, produced some truly wonderful work. For me, this was one of the best. I genuinely think that, 500 years from now, anthropologists wishing to understand the British in the latter part of the 20th century will just play this commercial. Our obsession with class, language and self-deprecating humour are all supremely expressed. And all in 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz9_YfIQaz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz9_YfIQaz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6645213108606469885?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6645213108606469885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6645213108606469885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6645213108606469885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6645213108606469885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotes-of-week.html' title='To grow in the future we must learn from the past'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2780774785316412125</id><published>2009-02-03T00:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:54:13.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Rare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYeVe9quolI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7anA4y2PcEA/s1600-h/P1070087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYeVe9quolI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7anA4y2PcEA/s400/P1070087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367845807071826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare feels so good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days where everything is convenient and always at fingertips, the feeling of getting something hard to get feels so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 inches thick this morning - London is severely under cover of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it snowed everyday in London, we wouldn't have enjoyed it this much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me feel there is a surprise in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings people closer - strangers interact, laugh together, smile to each other without a reason... just that they feel they share the excitement of the arrival of this rareness as if how we feel about an arrival of a newborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2780774785316412125?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2780774785316412125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2780774785316412125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2780774785316412125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2780774785316412125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/02/rare.html' title='Rare'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYeVe9quolI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7anA4y2PcEA/s72-c/P1070087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-619435140181297116</id><published>2009-01-30T01:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:41:41.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Not very different but very different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not very different but very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bitter vs Better&lt;div&gt;Tired vs Retired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely vs Loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There vs Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-619435140181297116?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/619435140181297116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=619435140181297116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/619435140181297116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/619435140181297116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-very-different-but-very-different.html' title='Not very different but very different'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2790878470684959731</id><published>2009-01-29T01:21:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:47:52.285Z</updated><title type='text'>The Wrestler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYEG33u7_xI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vmh9lp8ny5U/s1600-h/Picture+27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYEG33u7_xI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vmh9lp8ny5U/s400/Picture+27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296522193687805714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love it.&lt;div&gt;When you see a big guy cry and being both physically and emotionally fragile, it's heartbreaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big guys also need to be nurtured, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to like this kind of styling (yeah, it's unusual) and the Ram's gesture, touching his left side hair and the ritual touch at his elbows before he fights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey Rourke rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wrestler rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The screenplay is brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2790878470684959731?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2790878470684959731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2790878470684959731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2790878470684959731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2790878470684959731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrestler.html' title='The Wrestler'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYEG33u7_xI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vmh9lp8ny5U/s72-c/Picture+27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8033358514001078805</id><published>2009-01-29T00:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:22:40.096Z</updated><title type='text'>About the Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD_LwYREJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Se59k_edYfQ/s1600-h/Picture+25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD_LwYREJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Se59k_edYfQ/s400/Picture+25.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296513739218030738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about the Back, I was just back from watching a film "The Wrestler" and surprisingly, I realized 40-50% of the main character appearance, "the Ram" or "Randy" (played by superb Mickey Rourke) is his back. The first 3-4 minutes of the film, all I see was Randy's back and Rourke was superb that he could show the emotion through his back, hands and gesture. I mean it. So powerful and How could Rourke do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is a symbol of the way the wrestler is shown on telly when he's walking to the ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ram is always the Ram with his fighting spirit although being a wrestler is rather being a faker and an entertainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where ever he goes, how fragile he is, what he brings with him is a spirit of a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm falling in love with Mickey Rourke now and hope he win the Oscar for best leading actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8033358514001078805?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8033358514001078805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8033358514001078805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8033358514001078805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8033358514001078805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-back_29.html' title='About the Back'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD_LwYREJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Se59k_edYfQ/s72-c/Picture+25.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2978972009583391553</id><published>2009-01-29T00:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:57:46.225Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD-RZ8xBDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4Ja8QJCB6DA/s1600-h/Picture+23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD4THM-HoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AdJqqqaQpV8/s400/Picture+24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296506169022357122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-5722123827342732431?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5722123827342732431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=5722123827342732431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5722123827342732431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5722123827342732431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-back.html' title=''/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYD4THM-HoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AdJqqqaQpV8/s72-c/Picture+24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3597012102500220715</id><published>2009-01-28T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:05:25.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Hussein Chalayan's exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCB4JLi4uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OQq5ATOBhxM/s1600-h/P1010287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCB4JLi4uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OQq5ATOBhxM/s400/P1010287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296375963324703458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3597012102500220715?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3597012102500220715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3597012102500220715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3597012102500220715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3597012102500220715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_6328.html' title='Hussein Chalayan&apos;s exhibition'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCB4JLi4uI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OQq5ATOBhxM/s72-c/P1010287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-5014450942894729839</id><published>2009-01-28T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:32:34.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB_-CKfytI/AAAAAAAAADs/Yu4z-8k7mKA/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB_-CKfytI/AAAAAAAAADs/Yu4z-8k7mKA/s400/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296373865497217746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hussein Chalayan's exhibition&lt;div&gt;at the Design Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in association with Puma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how they display these three dresses in this curvy room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me think of Kanye West's Gold Digger MV when he turns his back singing. Super cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sometimes more visually powerful when you show just the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back &lt;/span&gt;because things are usually shown in the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-5014450942894729839?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5014450942894729839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=5014450942894729839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5014450942894729839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5014450942894729839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/hussein-chalayans-exhibition.html' title=''/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB_-CKfytI/AAAAAAAAADs/Yu4z-8k7mKA/s72-c/Picture+21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7553893385210738384</id><published>2009-01-28T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:30:50.903Z</updated><title type='text'>ไพ่ดินน้ำมัน</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB7uP92E9I/AAAAAAAAADk/gGnRpB2DbFw/s1600-h/P1130202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB7uP92E9I/AAAAAAAAADk/gGnRpB2DbFw/s400/P1130202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296369196277830610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ไพ่ดินน้ำมันดีตรงที่ว่า เมื่อหมดตัวก็ปั้นได้ใหม่เรื่อยๆ และ ไม่ใช่เงิน&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7553893385210738384?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7553893385210738384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7553893385210738384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7553893385210738384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7553893385210738384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_8578.html' title='ไพ่ดินน้ำมัน'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB7uP92E9I/AAAAAAAAADk/gGnRpB2DbFw/s72-c/P1130202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2933177503980724478</id><published>2009-01-28T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:34:05.059Z</updated><title type='text'>แสงเช้า</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB45cSYmgI/AAAAAAAAADc/VClqnTpklNI/s1600-h/P1010279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB45cSYmgI/AAAAAAAAADc/VClqnTpklNI/s400/P1010279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296366090028882434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;จะออกไปส่งเพื่อนที่ฮีทโทรวแอร์พอร์ทแต่เช้า&lt;div&gt;ยืนรอรถเมล์สาย ๕๒ ตอนเจ็ดโมงครึ่ง&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;แสงสวยทอดลงมาที่เสาหน้าบ้านของใครสักคน &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;เห็นหนอนน้อยเดินอย่างช้าๆ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ไม่ต้องเบียดหรือต่อคิวขึ้นรถเมล์กับใครเลย&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2933177503980724478?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2933177503980724478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2933177503980724478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2933177503980724478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2933177503980724478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_9024.html' title='แสงเช้า'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB45cSYmgI/AAAAAAAAADc/VClqnTpklNI/s72-c/P1010279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4005816700940938931</id><published>2009-01-28T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:13:51.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandma on a cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB0oKMEu9I/AAAAAAAAADU/URy0_m3d0mc/s1600-h/P1050135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB0oKMEu9I/AAAAAAAAADU/URy0_m3d0mc/s400/P1050135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296361395066289106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love grandma with big eyes on this cake in a bakery in Piccadilly Circus.&lt;div&gt;Very bold eyes and very funny to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to be a nice grandma but she seems scary haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4005816700940938931?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4005816700940938931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4005816700940938931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4005816700940938931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4005816700940938931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandma-on-cake.html' title='Grandma on a cake'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYB0oKMEu9I/AAAAAAAAADU/URy0_m3d0mc/s72-c/P1050135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3942295439057630013</id><published>2009-01-28T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:44:36.296Z</updated><title type='text'>T-mobile : Life's for Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBuz1Z1jhI/AAAAAAAAADM/f5Pa7Lx_dEQ/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBuz1Z1jhI/AAAAAAAAADM/f5Pa7Lx_dEQ/s400/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296354998575533586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-Mobile TV advert&lt;/div&gt;Agency: Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi London&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I didn't like it that much, there is something I like about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) the short version shown next to elevator on the underground... gosh that one second camera flash in the very end of the film. By intention or naturally from the audience, it makes me feel something.... like it's real. Just a flash is very very powerful to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small details make a complete picture. And I believe they chose to include this shot by intention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think only this short version is only available for the underground ad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Real event makes an advert. They made a real event at Liverpool Street station first then make that a film broadcast in 24 hours. People experience it before they see themselves in the advert and perhaps they already spread the news to their friends and family before the tvc went on the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) the song My Girl Lollipop.. you make my heart goooo giddy-up... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3942295439057630013?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3942295439057630013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3942295439057630013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3942295439057630013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3942295439057630013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-mobile-lifes-for-sharing.html' title='T-mobile : Life&apos;s for Sharing'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBuz1Z1jhI/AAAAAAAAADM/f5Pa7Lx_dEQ/s72-c/Picture+20.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-1613884585137759415</id><published>2009-01-28T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:58:28.278Z</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with the Bottom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBivXKI1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/ix89KdabOMw/s1600-h/GetAttachment-10.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBivXKI1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/ix89KdabOMw/s320/GetAttachment-10.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341727597614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was cooking pepper-garlic shrimps,&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself if the bottom of the garlic clove could say, it would say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... what's wrong with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... why you have to cut me out of the meal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... why can't I join the cocktail party with shrimps and pepper on the pan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... why can't I join you the table?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... when I am as delicious as the rest part of the clove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and I do no harm.. uh I don't know if I do any harm but I don't think I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and you can chew me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and I do no wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... just that I'm not pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-1613884585137759415?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1613884585137759415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=1613884585137759415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1613884585137759415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/1613884585137759415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-wrong-with-bottom.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with the Bottom?'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBivXKI1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/ix89KdabOMw/s72-c/GetAttachment-10.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3775516618307422759</id><published>2009-01-28T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:38:24.327Z</updated><title type='text'>Through the keyhole... at Pete Doherty's Pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYBRZen71OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sextNGAeHNk/s1600-h/GetAttachment-8.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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AT THE PETE DOHERTY'S PAD" with images of the messy bedroom, kitchen and lounge with words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pete Doherty may be trying to clean up his act but, from the look of these photos he should start by cleaning the house. The rocker invited Babyshambles guitarist Mick Whitnall over to his country house in Marlborough, Wiltshire, but didn't bother to tidy. It seems the singer had a rough night, with his bed turned on its end in a student-style room. His love of cats is also clear with at least half a dozen of the creatures roaming around the property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at a picture of an upside-down bed in this Kate Moss's ex-boyfriend and I wonder .... wow how that could happen! The news was made as if it's a snap from Mick Whitnall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just 5 minutes later, the first thing I saw when I got out of the station is a telephone booth with MTV ONE's advert: PETE DOHERTY IN 24 HOURS. AS YOU'VE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE. SUNDAY 25 JAN 10 PM. MTV ONE. MTV.CO.UK/PETEDOHERTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if what I saw on the paper is just the news. Because it did not mention any thing about the visit from MTV. Looks like the news but not the news. I think it's the advert that links to the more obvious advert when you're up on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the programme has already been on the air two days ago, but when I got out of the train and saw this poster, I went to the website to watch it straightaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess it works for me. You make people curious first in the underground and then tell them there is some place they can really be part of that experience once they're up on the ground. And once you have invested in the programme, make the most of it beyond just the telly but after that on the internet and then people see other ads on the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, there is somebody's room that is messier than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-881492537710125379?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/881492537710125379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=881492537710125379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/881492537710125379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/881492537710125379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/news-advert.html' title='News = Advert'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4317343628473054996</id><published>2009-01-27T05:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:13:48.178Z</updated><title type='text'>On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX6mE5D-LII/AAAAAAAAACU/Iun8ww_Nh2Y/s1600-h/969671375.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX6mE5D-LII/AAAAAAAAACU/Iun8ww_Nh2Y/s320/969671375.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295852814801448066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX6evw4MJuI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ay2oYND-zrI/s1600-h/51HVK90VGZL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX6evw4MJuI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ay2oYND-zrI/s320/51HVK90VGZL._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295844755245901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current read: On Death &amp;amp; Dying - What the Dying Have To Teach Doctors, Nurses, Clergy, and Their Own Families by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr.Elisabeth, a psychiatrist quoted the conversation she had with terminally ill patients and have a catagorized the grief into 5 stages: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death is the thing I fear the most therefore I picked this book from the shelf at Foyles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book has some contents similar to the "Life Before Death" exhibition at the Wellcome Collection in May 2008. Death has become a taboo in the modern world since we are prevented from experiencing death unlike in the past that the dying would die at home surrounded by family and children are included in the process of dying and grief. Today most of us die at hospitals in grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contents that touched me from the exhibition back in May last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first exhibition I saw somebody burst into tears in front of the black and white photo of a dead baby and I couldn't help it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most moving exhibition I've ever been part of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple but moving because the content of real life that most of us would not experience until the time comes, the moment of dying and the bravery of the journalist and the photographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life Before Death"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photographer: Walter Schels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journalist: Beate Lakotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Some of them couldn't accept that their life was going to an end because they didn't really live before. That's what they expressed. They said oh now is the end? I just thought it would be going to start. I just want to start living now. My whole life was work and now I wanted to enjoy my retirement or I wanted to enjoy my partnership... my relationship to somebody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to spend more time with my children. And they were very surprised that death came so suddenly so unexpected and they were very frustrated and sad." - Beate Lakotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In truth, it's very modern taboo. In former times, people have been used to having contact with dying people and also to have their beloved ones at home when they die so everybody even small children have an experience how it looks like, how the last breath sounds, how somebody looks like when he's dead, how it feels to touch somebody who's dead. And we lost this contact with death and dying since death has been banned to hospitals." - Beate Lakotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think if you just try to imagine how you would like to be treated when you're dead, I wouldn't like to be treated as just a corpse or dead body... umm just close the coffin as soon as possible. I would like people I love... would look at my last face." - Beate Lakotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What I think the most important thing is to be aware that life has an end. To live daily life. Don't expect late for anything else but today." - Walter Schels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We asked, in the beginning, we would like to take a portrait now and we would like to stay with you, we would like to visit you until the end. And we would like to take a portrait when you're dead. For us it was very difficult to ask this question. We had always been afraid to ask this because you express I'm convinced that you will die. When you ask somebody we would like to take a portrait after when you're dead. You express I don't believe in a miracle. I believe you will die very soon. And this was a very difficult question." - Beate Lakotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not going to waste what time is left for me feeling sorry for myself. After all, the whole of life is a journey. Let's wait and see what the final part has to offer." - Irmgard Schmidt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll be 57 today. I never thought of myself growing old, but nor did I ever think I'd die when I was still young. But death strikes at any age. It came as a real shock. I had never contemplated death at all, only life. I'm surprised that I have come to terms with it fairly easily. Now I'm lying here waiting to die, but each day that I have I savour, experience life to the full. I never paid any attention to clouds before. Now I see everything from a totally different perspective: every cloud outside my window, every flower in the vase. Suddenly everything matters." - Wolfgang Kotzahn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My whole life was nothing but work, work, work. Does it really have to happen now? Can't death wait? I'm just so frightened. I don't even know whether I'll be going to heaven or hell." - Gerda Strech, died 68&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To be able to have one more summer. To go to the sea with my husband one last time. Not to die now but rather to have until autumn." - Beate Taube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so sad that I won't be there to support my children. I wanted to be there for them forever. Now I tell them a hundred times a day how much I love them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years, Heinz Muller has kept a pair of shoes hidden away. They are the shoes his mother was wearing when she was taken to the hospital where she died. --- "Every year, just before Christmas I would take out the shoes and polish them. Only this year I didn't get round to it because I was feeling too weak, I feel as if she's expecting me." - Heinz Muller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4317343628473054996?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4317343628473054996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4317343628473054996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4317343628473054996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4317343628473054996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-death-and-dying-by-elisabeth-kubler.html' title='On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX6mE5D-LII/AAAAAAAAACU/Iun8ww_Nh2Y/s72-c/969671375.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3428279616643960372</id><published>2009-01-26T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:35:50.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Common sense is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when a bus door is opened again by a bus driver for latecomers after it had been closed one second before. This always makes me smile. A driver who turns a blind eye to take off is like a robot being controlled by timetables - lack of human common sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you see somebody grabs their bag, ready to get out of the bus and you keep out of their way or c'mon why can't you sit inside by the window so when someone who just get on a bus doesn't have to squeeze themselves in that narrow way (because of your knees, feet, and shopping bags) to the inside seat. Do it at your living room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you know you're supposed to call me now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the common sense award goes to a manager at Kyoto restaurant in SOHO. A service with common sense to details. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3428279616643960372?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3428279616643960372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3428279616643960372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3428279616643960372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3428279616643960372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/common-sense-is.html' title='Common sense is...'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7418314647886075342</id><published>2009-01-26T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:37:28.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Quotes I like from the Body Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the Body Worlds exhibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And in the end, it's not the years of your life that counts. It's the life in your years" by Abraham Lincoln &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Years may wrinkle the skin but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul." by Samuel Ullman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Skin provides information about how the outside world feels."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7418314647886075342?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7418314647886075342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7418314647886075342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7418314647886075342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7418314647886075342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes-i-like-from-bodyworld.html' title='Quotes I like from the Body Worlds'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2755091828994875555</id><published>2009-01-26T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:35:23.978Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Touched by a 4-week embryo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5BBby3ziI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0unwICYsx5g/s1600-h/1-2-3-1-5-0-0-0-0-0-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5BBby3ziI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0unwICYsx5g/s320/1-2-3-1-5-0-0-0-0-0-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295741704731086370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was touched by A 4-week embryo today.&lt;div&gt;He/she was sleeping peacefully in a small glass container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4-week one has its size as small as an ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's 28 days, it has eyes and heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beautiful small creature will have fingers when it's 8 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of screenplay in Juno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tiny, so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't help crying when I saw this teardrop-sized human at the Body Worlds exhibition at O2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A campaign against abortion should show these embryos to teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just a baby in the womb but how this little dear grows from a very very small size to having fingers, having hair, and get bigger and bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make them love the embryos before making them love the babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2755091828994875555?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2755091828994875555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2755091828994875555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2755091828994875555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2755091828994875555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/touched-by-4-week-embryo.html' title='Touched by a 4-week embryo'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5BBby3ziI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0unwICYsx5g/s72-c/1-2-3-1-5-0-0-0-0-0-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-555325715910118446</id><published>2009-01-26T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:56:06.512Z</updated><title type='text'>ต้นคริสมาสต์ที่เจ๋งที่สุดในโลก</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5JNs6i8nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KP3zGx7M_yo/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5JNs6i8nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KP3zGx7M_yo/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295750711578129010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0SWuHgGSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cVv0JnIXgLA/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0SWuHgGSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cVv0JnIXgLA/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295408918403488034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เดือนที่แล้ววันที่ ๒๖ ธันวาคม ระหว่างเดินกลับบ้านจากสถานี Ladbroke Grove ก็ได้เจอเซอร์ไพรส์ของวัน เหมือนกับเป็นของขวัญวันคริสมาสต์ให้กับเรายังไงยังงั้น&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ต้นไม้แห้งๆที่ใบเหลือน้อยอย่างแรง ก็เป็นต้นคริสมาสต์น่ารักได้ ยิ้มไปทั้งวัน&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;คนเดินผ่านไปผ่านมา เด็ก ผู้ใหญ่ ต้องหยุดหันขึ้นไปมอง&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;เดินชมวิวด้วยสองขามันก็ดีอย่างนี้แล&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-555325715910118446?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/555325715910118446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=555325715910118446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/555325715910118446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/555325715910118446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='ต้นคริสมาสต์ที่เจ๋งที่สุดในโลก'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX5JNs6i8nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KP3zGx7M_yo/s72-c/Picture+12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7518081675211015733</id><published>2009-01-26T00:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:16:10.549Z</updated><title type='text'>The older you are, the younger you look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0FWLqitQI/AAAAAAAAABM/mWPyVUmy6-E/s1600-h/article-1127387-032A2066000005DC-804_224x707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0FWLqitQI/AAAAAAAAABM/mWPyVUmy6-E/s320/article-1127387-032A2066000005DC-804_224x707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295394615504057602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0ElbjaxHI/AAAAAAAAABE/roHWx3JKITk/s1600-h/article-1127387-03194DC0000005DC-31_233x423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0ElbjaxHI/AAAAAAAAABE/roHWx3JKITk/s320/article-1127387-03194DC0000005DC-31_233x423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295393777955554418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people's appearance gets old with their age, for some the older they get, the younger they look.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Kate 11 years ago and now she looks a lot younger with 11 more years added in her calendar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7518081675211015733?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7518081675211015733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7518081675211015733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7518081675211015733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7518081675211015733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/older-you-are-younger-you-look.html' title='The older you are, the younger you look.'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0FWLqitQI/AAAAAAAAABM/mWPyVUmy6-E/s72-c/article-1127387-032A2066000005DC-804_224x707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2707605437000381154</id><published>2009-01-25T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:25:06.533Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - time machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy9dXLmEcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ybR2yy_xxFk/s1600-h/67948703.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy9dXLmEcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ybR2yy_xxFk/s320/67948703.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295315574017364418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity that the history and the past cannot come again nor we cannot find a way to go back at that time.&lt;div&gt;I want a time machine so that I can go back to when my grandma was still  a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things seem to be more beautiful at that time when people were more delicate in lots of things than today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma told me it was common to have 'a dress for taking a walk', 'real elegant nigh gown', and 'outdoor outfit' for outdoor activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 September 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2707605437000381154?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2707605437000381154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2707605437000381154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2707605437000381154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2707605437000381154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-time-machine.html' title='daily it was - time machine'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy9dXLmEcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ybR2yy_xxFk/s72-c/67948703.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4302341121186887797</id><published>2009-01-25T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:35:28.293Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - kind</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the cloth market for poor people.&lt;div&gt;So many times I visit this market and people there are kind to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, a ragged-looking woman who was shopping for 1-Baht cloth handed me a blouse she thought match with me. She is poor but she is rich of kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never experience this at Central Ladprao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 September 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4302341121186887797?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4302341121186887797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4302341121186887797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4302341121186887797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4302341121186887797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-kind.html' title='daily it was - kind'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-560836537656587183</id><published>2009-01-25T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:20:12.798Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7W-TQ6fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/luDhU_NWE4U/s1600-h/166510965.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7W-TQ6fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/luDhU_NWE4U/s320/166510965.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295313265236175346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the name of Adulthood, we lost our spontaneity and miss gold moments.&lt;div&gt;Do you feel you have lost your spontaneity, you capacity to play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you dared being silly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing with the kids, with your dog or doing cartwheels just because you felt like it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Marguerite Tennier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did an interview with a couple of kids today and one of them asked me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will you come back tomorrow?" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 April 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-560836537656587183?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/560836537656587183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=560836537656587183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/560836537656587183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/560836537656587183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-kids.html' title='daily it was - kids'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7W-TQ6fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/luDhU_NWE4U/s72-c/166510965.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-281984144042912620</id><published>2009-01-25T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:22:54.360Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - simple life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7_S8-hoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nWAI3ETV5-U/s1600-h/110858677.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7_S8-hoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nWAI3ETV5-U/s320/110858677.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295313957974607490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from New Year trip in Suan Pheung with Pammie. A truly simple life!&lt;div&gt;We spent 4 days 3 nights surrounded by nature, cows, prairie, no mobile signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many simple things we did - homemade pasta, orang juice squeezed by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a hidden creek in a mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with my uncle's dogs, Luna, Luno and Mocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joined the camp fire at night at 16c (so cold for thailand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warmed up the body with red wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, we had an original kind of spa in natural hot spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like we are left in a remote area that also got us thrilled by a giant gecko, blackout, a run-out-of battery Freelander, an almost blown-out tyre and sound of gunshooting at 2 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear what more can you ask from a real simple life the nature has already offered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has all that life needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just you choose to see it or not, appreciate it or not, take it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't ask for more to be happy from a cozy house with lovely dogs, lovely family, endless prairie, mountains, delicious coffee, books, one post office, one market, two photo shops, two groceries, and nice people. enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always miss Suan Pheung in Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 December 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-281984144042912620?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/281984144042912620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=281984144042912620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/281984144042912620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/281984144042912620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-simple-life.html' title='daily it was - simple life'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy7_S8-hoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nWAI3ETV5-U/s72-c/110858677.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-5809208950652899416</id><published>2009-01-25T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:37:16.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Daily it was - my own quotes</title><content type='html'>Doc, you don't seem to get it. A woman without high heels is just like a man without his dick. It's about confidence and power. It's women's 33rd organ. Stop telling me not to wear them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drawing eyeliner is my morning meditation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ecstasy of dressing up is that you'll feel as if you're increasing your own life expectancy - an orgasm of living life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go for it. Go for something that scares you. Something that pushes you on edge. That's the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing smells sweeter than brand new clothes and books, even bank notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart break is the only best opportunity that lets you feel as if you're Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every woman is born privileged. Falling off high heels, being able to burst into tears whenever wherever we feel like. The vulnerability that only belongs to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-5809208950652899416?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5809208950652899416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=5809208950652899416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5809208950652899416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5809208950652899416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-my-own-quotes.html' title='Daily it was - my own quotes'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-5607925661739437407</id><published>2009-01-25T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:07:29.009Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - surrealism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy4WArEDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_60a62fa5ac/s1600-h/582858435.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy4WArEDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_60a62fa5ac/s320/582858435.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295309950158114338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the painting, "The Autobiography of an Embryo"&lt;div&gt;The painting consists of ancient, primitive characters, plants and animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It carries a message about a womb magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Memories of collective experiences that embryo carries into the world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, that's so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one is a short film that believes in "The Credibility of the Unreal" rather than "The Credibility of Reality". Again, to me that's so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unconsciousness and dreams reveal much about the real you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's really on your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we should just follow what our unconscious mind suggests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just give it a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it's okay that our dreams at night don't make any sense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it should absolutely fine that our daydreams don't need to make sense either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't need any reasons. It's okay if it just happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the credibility of the unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-5607925661739437407?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5607925661739437407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=5607925661739437407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5607925661739437407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/5607925661739437407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-surrealism.html' title='daily it was - surrealism'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy4WArEDiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_60a62fa5ac/s72-c/582858435.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-4754886006534342607</id><published>2009-01-25T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:39:00.210Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - crying is an anthem of life</title><content type='html'>Crying is an anthem of life.&lt;div&gt;From cradle to grave, we cry to celebrate our birth, our first day on Earth, our achievement, our mistakes in life, the desperate moment, the joyful moments, the blank moments and right after we know we are about to take the unknown journey after life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, crying is an element of major incidents of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never hold it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A drop of tear is a cheer of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inspired by song "Crying over you" by Ken Boothe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-4754886006534342607?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4754886006534342607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=4754886006534342607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4754886006534342607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/4754886006534342607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-crying-is-anthem-of-life.html' title='daily it was - crying is an anthem of life'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3290047338889690465</id><published>2009-01-25T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:58:47.079Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - save water</title><content type='html'>It is a drink mixer.&lt;div&gt;It is in lager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cures a hangover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in a cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It erased the smudgy eyeliner when you oops oh I overdraw it, and the smudge after party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets rid of the puke on your clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It washes away the stains of any guilty pleasure of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It thoroughly cleans all the dirty shit you take at the company meeting inside out once you drink it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of beautiful things in life that water gives to us which are not only the mixture of joys mixed by water but also the part that remains when the ugly is detoxed out of the body, objects, life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inspired by my coat that was puked on by a drunk girl, a need of fix morning after party, bullshit and stress in meeting, warm shower, and water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31 August 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3290047338889690465?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3290047338889690465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3290047338889690465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3290047338889690465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3290047338889690465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-save-water.html' title='daily it was - save water'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-3607373842301440037</id><published>2009-01-25T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:53:24.493Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - little girls shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy1Htsd_yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/42s0gCPhq4s/s1600-h/587519365.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy1Htsd_yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/42s0gCPhq4s/s320/587519365.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295306406010683170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know our girly uncontrollable shopping habit is sometimes annoying but we knew how to shop since we were very little.&lt;div&gt;It's a genetic kind of thing plus learning, mummy and auntie take us to the market every week when we're young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-3607373842301440037?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3607373842301440037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=3607373842301440037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3607373842301440037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/3607373842301440037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-little-girls-shopping.html' title='daily it was - little girls shopping'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy1Htsd_yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/42s0gCPhq4s/s72-c/587519365.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7146357052000280430</id><published>2009-01-25T18:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:49:51.360Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - it wasn't named</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy0NtO2lqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UR-D1OdqSCE/s1600-h/593462537.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy0NtO2lqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UR-D1OdqSCE/s320/593462537.img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295305409454053026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being natural is being romantic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most romantic furniture shops in the West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the way it wasn't named and the stuff put all over the place, especially the just-finished-this morning cup of coffee on the display shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very studio-like is so romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7146357052000280430?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7146357052000280430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7146357052000280430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7146357052000280430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7146357052000280430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-it-wasnt-named.html' title='daily it was - it wasn&apos;t named'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SXy0NtO2lqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UR-D1OdqSCE/s72-c/593462537.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7039762448231282325</id><published>2009-01-25T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:14:01.009Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - walk at the same pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0OTCd8HpI/AAAAAAAAABk/95vnOxDocIU/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0OTCd8HpI/AAAAAAAAABk/95vnOxDocIU/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404457100320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0OCNmEDaI/AAAAAAAAABU/nWdyC7-U9yA/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0OCNmEDaI/AAAAAAAAABU/nWdyC7-U9yA/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404168029408674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down on an underground escalator and saw an old couple on the right lane slowly walking and looking at young crowd running past by on the left lane in their rush hour. again and again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad scene for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Left or Right," I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not an angel but I couldn't help staying on the right with them, being afraid I would be another person who, again, makes them feel they are a little too old and slow for the underground they have been using for their entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep inside, sometimes people just want to be accompanied by an anonymous companion, not physically, but mentally - to make them feel that they still belong to the streets they cross everyday or the footpath they walk every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized the cliche scene of a younger generation helping an aging lady to cross the road (Snack Jack TV commercial). That is more than helping on the physical weakness but it makes her feel she is not too slow. she still belongs to this world that at least there is somebody who walks at the same pace as they do and they no longer have to feel out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, that cliche scene is not a cliche for me any more. And will never be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretend to be slow feels good sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7039762448231282325?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7039762448231282325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7039762448231282325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7039762448231282325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7039762448231282325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-walk-at-same-pace.html' title='daily it was - walk at the same pace'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SX0OTCd8HpI/AAAAAAAAABk/95vnOxDocIU/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-79419523212077954</id><published>2009-01-25T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:40:12.746Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - the past is the source</title><content type='html'>Cy Twombly once said, "For myself the past is the source".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have been thinking backward lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like when I try to get English lyrics from the songs. I pressed STOP and then pressed REWIND and then PLAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP - REWIND - PLAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop to see / listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rewind to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you can play with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in thinking backward, searching for the origin in whatever you name it in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To understand it deeply. Understand why it is it. What is the reason that it exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cowboy uncle often tells me about the "NO READ, BUT THINK" process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know he is way a little too extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, I have been thinking backward a lot lately by stopping to see and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does PLAYBOY use RABBIT as symbol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rabbit is a symbol of sexual desire. (Temptation in Eden exhibition)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why there are always the cases of the Fall of Man or the falling men and sex scandal (Bill Clinton, Hugh Grant, Prince Charles, Eliot Spitzer, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was told to be the truth of the world since the origin of mankind if you believe in Adam and Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Temptation of Eden exhibition and the paintings named "The Fall of Man", it talks about 'the danger of female power &amp;amp; sexuality' and 'Eve's evil dominant role in the fall of man'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that old apple story is applicable to human desire and the fall of them. It's human nature. Will always be. And the story of the Fall of Man goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are now communicating with emoticons on MSN Messenger like the Egyptian communicated with their hieroglyphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood &amp;amp; Flesh Breakfast served on the first page of tabloid paper is another form of voyeurism pleasure of brutality in the age of Roman Gladiator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old is truly the new new. And the Past is the Source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-79419523212077954?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/79419523212077954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=79419523212077954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/79419523212077954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/79419523212077954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-past-is-source.html' title='daily it was - the past is the source'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-8803408245208881375</id><published>2009-01-25T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:30:12.833Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - wild night is Freud's art</title><content type='html'>Wild night in is Freud's art.&lt;div&gt;It reveals the unconsciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's doodling for its psychological revelations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It deconstructs what is repressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's psychological treatment just like drawing, painting, sculpting or writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 October 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-8803408245208881375?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8803408245208881375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=8803408245208881375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8803408245208881375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/8803408245208881375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-wild-night-is-freuds-art.html' title='daily it was - wild night is Freud&apos;s art'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6265877946039210534</id><published>2009-01-25T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:28:44.322Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - sound from heaven</title><content type='html'>Alarm goes off and then it always gets snoozed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 minutes more. that's what I told myself in a state of 'about to get up, shall I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it comes again, my personal wake up call - the scream of pupils playing so hard on their 10:30 am break at this elementary school, the backdoor neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful sound of youth that lets me dream awake that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sick world suddenly seems hopeful and beautiful with their scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like grandpa said to us every time he heard us played and we made loud noise, to him it was "sound from heaven" / "sieng sawun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now realized why he was so happy to hear our annoying noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gives an ability to hope that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the innocence still exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today exists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you can feel young forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inspired by a film "Children of Men". Unstoppable noise of a crying baby, the first baby born in 27 years in the future world, turns out to be the most beautiful sound human beings will have ever heard in the 27 years that we cannot reproduce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 October 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6265877946039210534?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6265877946039210534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6265877946039210534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6265877946039210534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6265877946039210534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-sound-from-heaven.html' title='daily it was - sound from heaven'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-6443109567384341368</id><published>2009-01-25T15:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:39:34.408Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - those whom I wish immortal</title><content type='html'>Ever heard somebody saying something and you wish, "gosh, I wish them an immortal life"?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard a song that hits you so hard and you wish, "gosh, I want this artist to live forever and for some, I wish they wouldn't have ended their lives so soon"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if those who make your heart sing died, your world would be so dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the people who make you feel it's worth being born, living life, opening your eyes, your ears, your senses, getting up every morning, going out at night to meet what the world has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from family, here is the list often flashes in my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird Thongchai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DJ who makes me dance my arse off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Progreso iced coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marvin Gaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service people who treat you so well that you can feel they do it from their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids. I wish they'd never grow up and stay small forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The innocense in them should never die away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 November 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-6443109567384341368?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6443109567384341368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=6443109567384341368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6443109567384341368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/6443109567384341368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-those-whom-i-wish-immortal.html' title='daily it was - those whom I wish immortal'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7325448373291316957</id><published>2009-01-25T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:36:44.704Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - do you believe in 'long-live'?</title><content type='html'>Got this idea when I'm terribly sick. now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep in or dance the night away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physically happy or mentally happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live longer or enjoy the moment to the full?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long term of enjoy the moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow or today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow but sure or give it all you've got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body or heart that comes first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why people are talking about life expectancy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anybody guarantee long life expectancy means quality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the dilemma, shall I go out tonight or sleep in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 December 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7325448373291316957?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7325448373291316957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7325448373291316957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7325448373291316957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7325448373291316957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-do-you-believe-in-long.html' title='daily it was - do you believe in &apos;long-live&apos;?'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-7312060813456873716</id><published>2009-01-25T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:30:07.447Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - a matter of pace</title><content type='html'>Pace. Pace. Pace.&lt;div&gt;Pace matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even we live in the same world, each of us, however, lives at a very different pace.. a very personal pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between city and city... NYC and Southern Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between breeds... slothes and chimpanzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between you and your best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between regions in the same country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that many problems occur because of the misunderstanding of the different pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some people, slow is fast enough for them while for some, fast never seem fast enough as their hearts want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over 60% of mexican are obese. Obesity in Mexico happens because they've developed the fast-paced living of the American lifestyle - fast food and tv while the pace of their healthcare concept has still not changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst you're dancing and you feel your dancing partner is not right .. that's because you're not sharing the same pace of movement. maybe you feel the music at a different beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;North eastern people and Bangkokian. We're far different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very sad to see them not having basic facilities when people in the city have it - having something life does not really need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politically resulted, North-easterners still vote for the leader who promises to help to stop the poverty they have. In fact, that's just an illusion and how the bastards pave the way to corrupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are used as a tool of the power-hungers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing wrong for them to vote for those who promises to feed their life and they can't bother to care about any other reason not to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad but true - and when Esarn people want to move at the same pace as city people, that's even more sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even within ourselves, when we split some words without thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just lose an ability to harmonise the thinking and speaking process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pace matters in life whether when we walk, speak, eat, dance, think, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have GMT as the world's standard clock to tell time but we don't have a parameter to measure life pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like each of us has another clock, our own parallel clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living at the same pace would make happy love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just feel it when you found out you're sharing the same pace with somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 December 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-7312060813456873716?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7312060813456873716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=7312060813456873716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7312060813456873716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/7312060813456873716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-matter-of-pace.html' title='daily it was - a matter of pace'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-2460712094350933772</id><published>2009-01-25T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:12:11.232Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - basic needs</title><content type='html'>a matter of basic needs.&lt;div&gt;air, food, drink, shelter, warmth, sex, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if basic needs can make us happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else in the world would we want more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else do we have to look for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one for me, an intimate conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's back to basic plus an intimate conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 March 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-2460712094350933772?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2460712094350933772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=2460712094350933772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2460712094350933772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/2460712094350933772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-basic-needs.html' title='daily it was - basic needs'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-241056431646910190</id><published>2009-01-25T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:08:54.764Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - giving</title><content type='html'>ชนทั้งหลายเหล่าใด เมื่อของมีน้อยก็แบ่งให้ เหมือนพวกเดินทางไกลก็แบ่งของให้แก่พวกที่เดินทางร่วมกัน - เทวดา พระไตรปิฎก ฉบับชาวบ้าน&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 March 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-241056431646910190?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/241056431646910190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=241056431646910190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/241056431646910190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/241056431646910190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-giving.html' title='daily it was - giving'/><author><name>noon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17571585515861236605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQMeo-0Lm_Q/SYCK4QRwO_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l0oEDjS6HD0/S220/Picture+22.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134213592761777916.post-806688732728432497</id><published>2009-01-25T15:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:07:14.765Z</updated><title type='text'>daily it was - heaven i'm in heaven</title><content type='html'>heaving i'm in heaven&lt;div&gt;and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i seem to find the happiness i seek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven i'm in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the cares that hung around through the week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...me in the historic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...banglumpu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...thaprachan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...samsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ratchadamnern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sao ching cha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...pra atit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 March 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4134213592761777916-806688732728432497?l=dailynoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/feeds/806688732728432497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4134213592761777916&amp;postID=806688732728432497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/806688732728432497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4134213592761777916/posts/default/806688732728432497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailynoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-it-was-heaven-im-in-heaven.html' title='daily it was - 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