<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2024 02:23:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random Ramblings</category><category>Travel and Leisure</category><category>Friends</category><category>Food</category><category>Special Events</category><category>Bitching</category><category>Random Thoughts</category><category>Misc</category><category>Pinch of salt</category><category>Black and White</category><title>tropicana ~ life is a kaleidoscope</title><description>Join The Princess in her journey of a plethora of changing colours and patterns</description><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-6226456596484117438</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-23T01:00:24.350+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Airing Your Dirty (Not) Laundry</title><atom:summary type="text">Shutters and towels - Dubrovnik, Croatia

What do you do when you feel down? I go to TasteSpotting and start ogling at those gorgeous foods. Instant mood lifter!

</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-airing-your-dirty-not-laundry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLXgYtnrAqYk031dDWZuOs06EFQfD3mVyANwdTYd3Iv5TPQcxTpy5sj_kBPj6xO8N5RbFL4xpoMRr62IrjLhHtfh0HDmLOuB2GXIEEsgN9Zm1CpdzjdF6MCGgQ1_onaDcBDv5/s72-c/000011.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-2670809092818091659</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T16:54:31.309+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Christ and Tarts</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Cristo Rei facing the city of Lisbon 


Somehow the stance looks more like Christ is ready to give an inviting embrace rather than being pinned on the cross. 
I can&#39;t stop traveling, I&#39;m like a kid in candy store whenever I go somewhere new and strange. I need Herculean strength to leave this job that has given me the privilege to travel extensively.&amp;nbsp;
I might not know you, but will you</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-christ-and-tarts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ojannEVLTKwsemU40h4WuU_s4T62CSVGbMJ3kTG-1HOuh1tUtp8NV9aurHHOOcx2RnY1VjmDrLOpcnA6QxDOSbI5bQdSPeRO0OQ_m34CEVoFVXcDg5mzpk3BjJJL8Axrb2S4/s72-c/DSC08451.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-7139511179992365796</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-06T08:37:21.283+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><title>Of Reminiscing</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;

Don&#39;t you miss me, my dear friend? Will I have the pleasure to invite you for a smoke or two ever again?
I miss you.&amp;nbsp;




</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-reminiscing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE2OIQmKh2WzkinIL6GPNuBm5meMWW9cxP6X6yKzbmd6hbLYU8FxXw6MHpVPH8BJccWPOrrWL3U6t7nBP9B0bKtHIUVEnSylMHdU2dx0Vk9fjhyGyJaEe-l46epd2IpO-zF0im/s72-c/DSCN5469.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-1994285590075721290</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T11:35:46.203+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black and White</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Special Events</category><title>Of Tiger Year</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;

Happy Chinese New Year! My sis and I had a 60&#39;s one. It was fun. </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-tiger-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEw-R9tOMTLNqFOk2i_yVXuZ4l9f1FHiNnmV0bJoQK8092U7U67PjP6ievlsMeadvetdi1wkQev5wVD-mpGhs_ahnMKS5mKtkrOH44GZVGwBQuE99UDCF7nQI8WJ5jGJ6RM7pe/s72-c/DSC07923.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-7592488747430877254</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-05T19:30:15.253+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black and White</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

Dome long gone. An empty hole is what remains since the original dome capping the ceiling has collapsed. This is the entry vestibule into Diocletian&#39;s living quarters, overlooking the Peristyle.
Split, Croatia
</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/01/of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnA2dLpuO1IhQGEuDrU1nexhDtMp1-Dxy8zzmoYCATGHk2Au8jwdR9Q79cvtqkF14EayPcLzBp2-BP6W7vs3sqsFT7rrEg5ndf-XJZkucnSe4rKjXtH4OcHn_8i8KwuqfmOBWU/s72-c/000012.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-2570179583649404717</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T09:49:40.344+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Special Events</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Shedding The Old Skin</title><atom:summary type="text">







A new year, a new skin for my blog (hey, even my Nana needs to shed his skin every other month). Wicked isn&#39;t it, this new facelift?

Friends often said I complain too much. Like to pick on the petty side of life. Moan and groan about the slightest thing. Wash, rinse, repeat.

And so, I&#39;d like to take a new direction with this blog. A picture blog. Let the pictures do all the moaning and </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-shedding-old-skin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbfzoxOWkuk4jfIfS6PmGeVXwnJ619fWsNYSRVAtOTUiJ3C2zgXkGyM96_QkF8K03Da42s2rXcPOClsGUR0srb3-pznFrtPeO-0Y0zw9aZHCgKlofg8nxaPrxI2Rnznth4lxg7/s72-c/Picture+377.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-163600874324368680</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T08:13:43.156+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Music To My Ear</title><atom:summary type="text">



Yummy bread from Casablanca


Argghhh, I kept playing This Is Not A Love Song by Nouvelle Vague on loop. It&#39;s so infectious, but I can&#39;t help it.


I&#39;m crossing over into
Enterprise....




</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-music-to-my-ear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJMXtl1-AefNK2zNNMpSfYdU0wM2LmQtoiBXEy3pPb1iNuGyskl9NU04vDKxwsHXNmPeUwQYE0U_CMW6Uqtt13S5wDjsvSeqBqsjrhoNji8_WT4g_UP5N7CBRpI2TCiWhOFo-/s72-c/DSC07711+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-6274173741456225350</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T06:20:26.612+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Of Little Morsels of Delight</title><atom:summary type="text">




I think I found the perfect basic cupcake recipe. It&#39;s so moist you don&#39;t even need frosting. Just throw in nuts, chocolate chip, fruits, whatever takes your fancy. Pictured here is Chocolate Chips Orange Peel Rum Cupcakes. Of course, instead of vanilla essence, I used half a pod of vanilla bean. Capture a little happiness today, bake some cupcakes!</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-little-morsels-of-delight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMzvFGk0pug884Hu5rzW_dOqJBbWE70dvxyVkEbTpqPfPP37LIlQHr6l1Tgu1_TpkBD23k7Pg9QkUDqxBCA6veoFHfMMPxuyiilntg0z7Y37A-4qj-ALn93NRo2eoo28dD0b6/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-7429029273544897136</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T02:20:41.729+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Of Berries and Orchid</title><atom:summary type="text">Nothing announces the arrival of summer like the beautiful, luscious berries screaming &quot;Pick me, pick me&quot; from the market stalls. And so I ended up with a packet each of huge blueberries and strawberries.The blueberries, I made them into muffins with cinnamon streusel topping. The gooey mess of the berries combined with a subtle hint of cinnamon is a delight.Then I made a batch of vanilla cupcake</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-berries-and-orchid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyAQb5AqzVjkSmIznJGJFn5BFw5OrDl0wMRWVmti2pstYkJqeZpntGLzmYrtJMCLfMAvxGR-UN8pc42lpvjNjxgcCL_gxxI2_iSjjNKPt2S-u-xzQf_fQenxxlsfRMnGOwnuf/s72-c/DSC07634.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-5908329287979104671</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T03:24:12.189+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Isfahan</title><atom:summary type="text">Macaroons. Laduree. Coffee. Isfahan.A leisure afternoon spent in the City of Lights.My kind of stress-buster.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-isfahan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-6414008959301562540</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T06:40:14.216+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Bear-y Bored</title><atom:summary type="text">


I made a batch of blackberry mulberry muffins today.




Those blackberries mulberries stained my fingers a lush, deep purple. Such turn-on.

Edit: I just found out those are not blackberries but mulberries. They are similar in appearance except that mulberries are oblong in shape. And to think mulberries only exist in nursery rhyme.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-bear-y-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyCPbe7QFXxf6ErbQLgU1hqJD6zdns82WDjhyphenhyphensILp_kAExh0XIxKxHCrmVGFmSQIZDXZzUAid2WztMgrxYteuRhBMrsDuW3qtlnPwVa-YLd7O4vbXyJB2dSGQrud3AAvr2i_z/s72-c/DSC07448.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-8974916482995565235</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T17:24:10.475+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Paint It Red</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh, Liverpool, why can&#39;t you play like that in EPL?We&#39;re through to quarter-finals yo!</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-paint-it-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafQKs4thh1bmtVSU_-TBUIsJJkjGF50b2_g3N7CGQpWXYZ34meEnnoBmSsI1TejCTCgtp-QRmTFL-LrwscIjsvGCjDpbPlsvWD_B9VYTLdNlvG6axjmJffv1GL_vk1DQ_hP5v/s72-c/liverpool.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-461396265427178347</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T00:25:20.378+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Now, Like I Want It NOW</title><atom:summary type="text">Everybody, welcome Choco to my ever-growing collection of cheap cameras that leave you poor in the long run.What could be more satisfying than that?</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2009/03/everybody-welcome-choco-to-my-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhMKAI82v1W2re_c6-2RdwwDTswR6k4WJzgk-Dc2Ha1q3MyocYrJd-aaSpdc4N5J97UadfAtCfdicw9cxnieLYskDc1ocnFrOw2NxnHa1rb5S05nW9s9qtqtiZh9Cw5xD4AC8/s72-c/a49bc422deadcbe48d855d2ab6308ccaaf280c0f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-3818630308648403209</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-13T18:07:26.087+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Special Events</category><title>Of Cock-A-Doodle-Doo</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s the time of the year again.Xmas dinner at Joanne&#39;s!This year, a monstrous 9+kg turkey will be making its appearance. Oh why do I have to work tonight? Why why why?Nevermind, I will tapau the turkey to Casablanca. Tee hee.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-cock-doodle-doo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-3479788088877095783</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T14:11:55.275+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Of What&#39;s Your Style?</title><atom:summary type="text">I love porn. Especially high-quality porn done tastefully like this - they just send me hyperventilating and mess up my pulse rate.Of course I&#39;m talking about food porn. What were you thinking?</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-whats-your-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-4145835760697815204</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:44:32.806+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><title>Of Days Like These...</title><atom:summary type="text">Hibernation time is here. Temperature in The Sandpit has dropped significantly over the past few days that I couldn&#39;t resist snuggling under the blanket and reach for a good book. And reading soon leads to sleeping the day away.Sigh.Oh well, that pile of clothes waiting to be laundered could wait till another day.Recently had training with a few of my batchgirls, hence we did some catching up </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-days-like-these.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-20943492248528341</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T05:44:55.718+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Frankfurt in October</title><atom:summary type="text">Fall. When the warmth of summer is all but a fleeting moment and there&#39;s a certain chill in the air. Fall.When the forest is ablazed with flaming reds and yellows, and some part is gleaming with silvery tips.  Fall.When I chase away the autumn cold with a cup of coffee liqueur in the company of a  warm-hearted soul and chat the blues away.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-4340410852458468151</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T11:23:23.155+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bitching</category><title>I&#39;m Sick</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m sick of working with lazy Indian crews who basically do nothing but a waste to space and oxygen. I&#39;m sick of crews who pretend they know everything but inserted 4 compendiums in a 2-seater. I&#39;m sick of sucking up to gay CSD who acts like bitch on Prozac just so that I don&#39;t get hell in a 7 hours flight. I&#39;m sick of being moved around like a pawn in a chess game just because some people do </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-2248686624602034279</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T11:24:23.371+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of An Old Kind of Bird</title><atom:summary type="text">Goodies from Shanghai.Shanghai Seagull TLR 41AAnd lots of cheap Lucky B&amp;amp;W 120 and 135 films. And a set of Holga colour filters with filter holder.Now excuse me while I go burn some films.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-old-kind-of-bird.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-wSy2vRAOkjzMBRDK9kVe036lD1Xcu9WcCMKjWUwRcve498Agaomp9_AWq-oYjkWQdeiCFNT_oNT4hg2GNSircN9aZ3cPVcQSanDLJvwhJL722FVniSb9UH4UA4tW5TQLbsk/s72-c/DSC06577.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-7717349270279321427</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T02:06:46.223+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misc</category><title>Of Spread Your Wings and Fly</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh la la, I want one of these babies. I need one. Now.Maiko, you MUST get hold of the orange baby when you&#39;re back in Japan.Blackbird, FlyBlackbird, fly to momma.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-spread-your-wing-and-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSrOog1snUxI6GLMU5qlDubPOfb72d1DVcBauxGg4Qx4eE9Zvo8ch2e7itaYVF6SlehvriFEV-QnRIGvzomSoReyjLVw6FZeSBCbx4K3oAB-ot-9_eM5bPqh_KdAu7QTpZzL4/s72-c/blackbird-fly-camera-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-3035926694321876352</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T22:42:20.069+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Hit and Miss</title><atom:summary type="text">Got back the 2 rolls of film on my Holga and made the costliest mistake - the shutter switch was at Bulb position all the time. I remembered setting it to Normal, so I guess it accidentally got pushed to Bulb. I finished almost 2 rolls before I realized the mistake, hence most of the photos came out blurry! The guy at the photo lab must be chuckling when he saw the photos. And each photo costs </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-hit-and-miss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTilOfN8cJP8DJlReU1Mpiyqg99QpQm3MdTHy8qasZ6X41QO2rKbl6nYnTBIn1CfwOk-JMAxvQjEG_2mf0Io9lQXdelRQIhgEskpJiOL2a6-1aHf-cGJ0_fXCUbRI6bEgwVvG/s72-c/000004.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-1650056126070265706</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-30T04:49:55.794+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel and Leisure</category><title>Of Never Forgetting</title><atom:summary type="text">No, I will not forget about the war. And I will never forget the kindness and hospitality of the Bosnian people. The small alleyways peaking around the corners in Bascarsija. The picturesque countryside with tall columns supporting the railway. The tooth-achingly sweet Bosnian baklava.And the climb uphill to the apartment where I was staying in Bistrik (always after a full meal, bloody hard work)</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-never-forgetting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzeJ-l_grYiNR4S_fCwvHTaK12oYPOeO0wGO_akkAhrOr6N3EgDwEM8H5aFnWfn51_wvoIwoJ4HnfnI-pcjdQkpeKty6wN9GL31Jv_zUPMlM3ltqW2KrzOPKIU8poL0ltBRAj/s72-c/DSC06513.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-2039476476438240097</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T07:33:27.680+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of 5° 31&#39; 1&quot; North of the Equator, 100° 24&#39; 0&quot; East of the Prime Meridian</title><atom:summary type="text">All eyes will be on Permatang Pauh today. The people of Permatang Pauh will dictate the course of direction of Malaysia in the coming years, that of a &quot;rich government for rich people&quot; or to take an unknown path towards a reformed political governance.For the first choice, we are fucked. The second one, it&#39;s 50-50, but if we could let BN fuck us up for 50 years, suddenly the second choice seems </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-5-31-1-north-of-equator-100-24-0.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-9150412413548561516</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T13:21:33.338+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of Nanananana.....</title><atom:summary type="text">For the first time in my life (varsity life not counted), I actually have 3,4 books lying around waiting to be read. I&#39;m as busy as can be, plus more. Was struggling to finish Harumi Murakami&#39;s After Dark (it&#39;s a thin volume by the way) even after a few sittings and as a result, kinda lost the surreal feeling normally associated with his writing. Sorry, Abang Murakami.Went back to Melaka to see </atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-nanananana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24250613.post-2030002589932070703</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T15:21:23.752+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Ramblings</category><title>Of God Loves Nana Indeed</title><atom:summary type="text">My Nana underwent eye enucleation in UVH at 6pm today. The vet said he&#39;s recovering well from surgery.I&#39;m so fucking relieved.</atom:summary><link>http://42carat.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-god-loves-nana-indeed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Princess)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>