<?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-18731410</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:04:55.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's Lounge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-2583716938552504215</id><published>2007-04-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:22:05.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Must Have's For Spring and Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiZTUl7GqsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oaax5i_dmMI/s1600-h/patent+leather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054819245012462274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiZTUl7GqsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oaax5i_dmMI/s320/patent+leather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’ve been getting requests on compiling a Top Ten List.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is for Spring / Summer 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Patent Leather accessories – sexy!&lt;br /&gt;2. Black and White contrasts – classy, simple and clean.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wrap one pieces – slimming and flattering on figures of all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Short and Skinny – Last fall it was the skinny jeans, this spring it’s the knee-length fitted shorts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Long and Wide – for those of you that can’t pull of #4 go with the wide legged pant with shrunken jackets and / or short tops.&lt;br /&gt;6. Empire Waist – comfy and flattering!&lt;br /&gt;7. Nautical – cool and chic.&lt;br /&gt;8. Metallics – gold, bronze and silver add some drama!&lt;br /&gt;9. Peek-A-Boo Flats and Pumps – from casual to dressy, it works with everything.&lt;br /&gt;10. Circles and Dots – Yes polka dots are back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-2583716938552504215?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/2583716938552504215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=2583716938552504215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/2583716938552504215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/2583716938552504215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-ten-must-haves-for-spring-and.html' title='Top Ten Must Have&apos;s For Spring and Summer 2007'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiZTUl7GqsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oaax5i_dmMI/s72-c/patent+leather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-7393513210173317048</id><published>2007-04-17T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T15:12:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiVFy19vSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/errF-bE5Uuc/s1600-h/planetearch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054522896575056002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiVFy19vSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/errF-bE5Uuc/s320/planetearch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every Sunday evening I have a date with &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/beyond/index.html?playerId=203711706&amp;categoryId=210014204&amp;amp;lineupId=452340373"&gt;Planet Earth&lt;/a&gt; and a glass of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I, (as all of you know) am not a big fan of animals, nature-ish types of things.&lt;br /&gt;However, Planet Earth is spectacular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECTACULAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-7393513210173317048?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7393513210173317048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=7393513210173317048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/7393513210173317048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/7393513210173317048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2007/04/planet-earth.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiVFy19vSII/AAAAAAAAAAU/errF-bE5Uuc/s72-c/planetearch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-324343914820701976</id><published>2007-04-17T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:45:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren does not do GEEK TERMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cat says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cat says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do you still have on your ms software account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like three hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cat says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i ask you for office2k7 sometime this week or next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is office2k7?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt; cat says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that was geek speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in 2k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thousand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.....:Lauren:.....POWERyoga says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT is SUPER SUPER screech!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-324343914820701976?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/324343914820701976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=324343914820701976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/324343914820701976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/324343914820701976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2007/04/lauren-does-not-do-geek-terms.html' title='Lauren does not do GEEK TERMS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-4525315848899238509</id><published>2007-04-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:59:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building A House...  Yes A House, Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiU1EV9vSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FhKxNJFmy8/s1600-h/hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054504505525094514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiU1EV9vSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FhKxNJFmy8/s320/hammer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This weekend I will be off to Ensenada Mexico to build a house.&lt;br /&gt;Yes me, Lauren Choi and yes a REAL house.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! And for those of you that STILL do NOT believe me, I will take pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/18731410-4525315848899238509?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/4525315848899238509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=4525315848899238509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/4525315848899238509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/4525315848899238509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2007/04/building-house-yes-house-literally.html' title='Building A House...  Yes A House, Literally'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcufeqYwq6c/RiU1EV9vSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1FhKxNJFmy8/s72-c/hammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-7050147520406529304</id><published>2007-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:52:52.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Korean Moms and Dads....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A friend of mine sent me this email regarding her parents.  Quite hilarious indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mom ended up with a really cute light green tankini---we spent most of the night spelling tankini for her and then laughing when she realizes it's a tanktop bikini.  My god, our mother's pick on sandals surprised me once again. She got these sandals that have tons of studs on them, I was like are you sure you like these? "YES!" Well alright.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As for our Dad, WOW. Surprise of the century. Our dad on his own time, went to Salvation Army and picked up 4, Yes FOUR Hawaiian shirts for $2 each. When he showed them to me I was instantly reminded of the socials and what the frat boys all wore. Then he shows me a pair of white shoes he got for $5, they are really white with some sort of buckle. As he is showing this to me at home after shopping, Mom is folding her new nice clothes and says "Yucky, sooooo dirty...I never do that, I buy one nice thing, deng!" Dad is smiling and saying to me, "Good deal right? You can't beat that! You can't beat that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dad ended up buying swimtrucks at the salvation army too and I was like hell no. So yesterday on the shopping trip with the parents, I got him some new trunks that he says he loves. Also got him a really nice white collared polo shirt and some black sandals. Shopping with your Dad is ridiculous. He kept grabbing women's sandals saying he liked those----maybe that's where Greg gets it. You guys know his home slippers are women's right? He says the size fits better and they are more comfortable....um.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-7050147520406529304?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/7050147520406529304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=7050147520406529304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/7050147520406529304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/7050147520406529304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-korean-moms-and-dads.html' title='On Korean Moms and Dads....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-116301192583811853</id><published>2006-11-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:52:05.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D - M.A.D.- G.L.A.D</title><content type='html'>So with the shitty ass weather we’ve been having in Seattle, I thought I was starting to suffer from S.A.D (Seasonal Affective Disorder).&lt;br /&gt;This realization coincided with my in-laws coming over for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Upon me sharing this tid bit of internal suffering with Jay thinking he would lend me some moral support, he stated that I had misdiagnosed myself and stated that I am NOT suffering due to S.A.D. rather M.A.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is M.A.D. you ask?  It is what Jay calls the “Mother in law Affective Disorder”. &lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to ask him IF I am indeed suffering from this MAD then what is his prescription?&lt;br /&gt;He then stated that in due time I will be GLAD – Go and leave my ass disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough after they left I was cured and felt G.L.A.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-116301192583811853?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/116301192583811853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=116301192583811853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/116301192583811853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/116301192583811853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-mad-glad.html' title='S.A.D - M.A.D.- G.L.A.D'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115507299241168514</id><published>2006-08-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:36:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rost in Transrashun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My poor peeps, ESL man ESL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I put some clean shits on the bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"The audience crapped for a long time after the concert"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Rots of ruck on your coming erection" (Lots of luck on your coming election)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115507299241168514?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115507299241168514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115507299241168514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115507299241168514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115507299241168514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/08/rost-in-transrashun.html' title='Rost in Transrashun'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115499391848831464</id><published>2006-08-07T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:41:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF List – Edition One</title><content type='html'>1. one white sock, one black sock with slippers (one knows NOT to wear socks with sandals BUT at least if you choose to, wear MATCHING socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 shots tall latte (yes we know we have to sit in front of the computer trying to stay awake but is this really necessary?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. big trucks in compact spaces (stick the damn thing in a slot that fits, no forced entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bed hair (it CAN be pulled off if you’re in a band and have that cool factor, but not roaming the halls with your one white sock and one black sock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. say “excuse me” (if you’re walking down the halls and looking at your laptop at least know where you’re going without running into me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115499391848831464?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115499391848831464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115499391848831464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115499391848831464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115499391848831464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/08/wtf-list-edition-one.html' title='WTF List – Edition One'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115498804690646615</id><published>2006-08-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:00:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Cycle</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has been going in circles with this one guy for the last several months.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the general idea -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They date&lt;br /&gt;They fight&lt;br /&gt;They break-up&lt;br /&gt;They “see” other people&lt;br /&gt;They get back together&lt;br /&gt;Cycle repeats itself over and over and over and over….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any insights as to why this occurs?  And how one overcomes it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115498804690646615?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115498804690646615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115498804690646615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115498804690646615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115498804690646615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/08/vicious-cycle.html' title='Vicious Cycle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115471438214207334</id><published>2006-08-04T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:59:42.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/elevenminutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/elevenminutes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another book by Paulo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eleven Minutes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex as an adolescent&lt;br /&gt;Sex as a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Sex as an adult&lt;br /&gt;Sex with someone you love&lt;br /&gt;Sex with someone for money&lt;br /&gt;Sex for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Sex for pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about sex in different angles and what happens when you combine sex with intimacy and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115471438214207334?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115471438214207334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115471438214207334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115471438214207334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115471438214207334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/08/eleven-minutes.html' title='Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115470931932750043</id><published>2006-08-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:35:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work out revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I was chatting with a close friend (prend) of mine, he was asking me what my plans were for that evening.  I told him I was going to eat dinner, go work out and then go to sleep.  He then proceeded to tell me that I am doing it ALL wrong.  That I should not eat before working out, that it is not the way to do things.  I was very surprised cause that is the way I’ve always done it.  Now those 8 times I have gone to the gym in the last 29 years has ALL has been a waste, NO wonder my muffin top and rollS have NOT subsided!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115470931932750043?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115470931932750043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115470931932750043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115470931932750043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115470931932750043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/08/work-out-revelation.html' title='Work out revelation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115402595546079236</id><published>2006-07-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:32:06.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zahir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/zahir.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/zahir.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A book about a man's self revelation in search of himself during the search for his lost wife.  Some insightful thoughts regarding men, women, marriage, love and sex.  Reflections on the monotonies of life, relationships and routines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115402595546079236?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115402595546079236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115402595546079236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115402595546079236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115402595546079236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/zahir.html' title='The Zahir'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115402486778536024</id><published>2006-07-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:29:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway, NYC Fashion Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok it's going to be a dangerous couple of days in NYC during fashion week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope I don't end up selling my soul to the fashion devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok it's official, 9/15, Project Runway finale and me. I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We got invited BACKSTAGE as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we'll get to meet Heidi and the Seal pup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How fantastically fabulous!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115402486778536024?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115402486778536024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115402486778536024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115402486778536024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115402486778536024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/project-runway-nyc-fashion-week.html' title='Project Runway, NYC Fashion Week...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115282230026922865</id><published>2006-07-13T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:48:14.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Man needs MANscaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/Kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/Kiwi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What is manscaping you ask? It is the ACT of ELIMINATING unwanted hair in unwanted areas of THE body.&lt;br /&gt;Who does this pertain to? ALL men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;How is this done? Up until now a mini weed whacker.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this need be done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaveEVERYWHERE.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;THIS IS WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115282230026922865?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115282230026922865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115282230026922865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115282230026922865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115282230026922865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-man-needs-manscaping.html' title='Every Man needs MANscaping'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115280727045630684</id><published>2006-07-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:14:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Season 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/coffeefilters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/coffeefilters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting forever and a day the new season premier was last night.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I love this show.  I THINK I have a favorite, Michael Knight.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t that name JUST sound so TOP DESIGNER?&lt;br /&gt;I can totally see “Michael Knight” on a cotton label.&lt;br /&gt;He made this totally cute, fun and flirty dress out of COFFEE FILTERS people!&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE FILTERS!  He should have gotten first place!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can make a damn dress out of bed sheets, but coffee filters!?  That’s like PRETTY impossible. &lt;br /&gt;GO MICHAEL KNIGHT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115280727045630684?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115280727045630684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115280727045630684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115280727045630684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115280727045630684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/project-runway-season-3.html' title='Project Runway Season 3'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115265576304443259</id><published>2006-07-11T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:09:23.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I love it?  Do I love it not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/celine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/celine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got this purse a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was 75% off the original price a CELINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells and feels delicious and the gold detailing, stitching is just fabulous…&lt;br /&gt;I still feel not AT ONE with it, to keep not to keep that is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115265576304443259?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115265576304443259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115265576304443259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115265576304443259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115265576304443259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-i-love-it-do-i-love-it-not.html' title='Do I love it?  Do I love it not?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115231364753638976</id><published>2006-07-07T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:08:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every girl needs a piece of eyecandy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gawd I need some eyecandy BAD to get me through the day Mon-Fri.&lt;br /&gt;My previous place of employment, I had the most delicious eye candy, Eric Bana.&lt;br /&gt;Tall, dark, handsome with style and humor. It gave me a reason to look good, a reason to smile, a reason to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current place of employment, it's a sad state of affairs people.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115231364753638976?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115231364753638976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115231364753638976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115231364753638976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115231364753638976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-girl-needs-piece-of-eyecandy.html' title='Every girl needs a piece of eyecandy...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115152542796216444</id><published>2006-06-28T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:10:27.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee and Poo Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;SO if you don't remember I was on a quest to find this. With help from KittyCat, I am NOW officially an owner of the o-so-cute Pee and Poo. It cost an arm and a leg but I am happy about this recent purchase. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115152542796216444?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115152542796216444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115152542796216444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115152542796216444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115152542796216444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/pee-and-poo-update.html' title='Pee and Poo Update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115110288144452254</id><published>2006-06-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:52:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Genius!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/corn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being a big fan of corn on the cob have always faced annoyance when trying the butter the damn thing. Especially when trying to even it all out so that every little kernel gets it’s share of the butter. INTRODUCING The Butter Boy TADA~~~~~~~~~ &lt;a href="http://www.plumparty.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=100200&amp;amp;Product_Code=19123&amp;Category_Code=&amp;amp;Search=butter+boy&amp;Search_Type=AND&amp;amp;Offset=0"&gt;Click here to unveil the wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115110288144452254?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115110288144452254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115110288144452254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115110288144452254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115110288144452254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-genius.html' title='OMG Genius!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115084598758344872</id><published>2006-06-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:26:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer Industry Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/farmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/farmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new favorite jeans....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115084598758344872?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115084598758344872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115084598758344872' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115084598758344872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115084598758344872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/farmer-industry-jeans.html' title='Farmer Industry Jeans'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115084047731505404</id><published>2006-06-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:54:37.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are they coming to the US or not?  They are my second favorite Spanish clothing company next to Mango.  Of course, ONCE again our neighbors up north have welcomed them with open arms but why do I not see them in the states yet?  Them Spanish and European peeps KNOW how to make clothes fit right.  No muffin tops when I wear Zara.  The cut, length, dimensions just fit, THEY have the science down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115084047731505404?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115084047731505404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115084047731505404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115084047731505404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115084047731505404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/zara.html' title='ZARA'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115083664247970073</id><published>2006-06-20T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:52:43.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMART car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/smartcar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/smartcar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So a few years ago on my honeymoon in Europe, Jay and I saw this cute little thing for the first time. Our friendly neighbors north of the border recently started selling it.&lt;br /&gt;Past weekend I test drove it (in orange, black and convertible) and it’s quite a fun ride. And it gets 70 MILES per GALLON people!&lt;br /&gt;So the story behind this car is something about Swatch watch coming to Mercedes about 10 years ago to design a car for just Swatch marketing purposes and I guess their relations didn’t go to well so after they designed it, nothing happened. So a few years ago Mercedes finally decided to start producing the Smart car. Hence the name S (Swatch) M (Mercedes) ART (as in “art”). Isn’t that so cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115083664247970073?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115083664247970073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115083664247970073' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115083664247970073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115083664247970073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/smart-car.html' title='SMART car'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115031804545325682</id><published>2006-06-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:47:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/kiterunner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finished it on my 11 hour flight to Motherland.  Read it if you haven’t yet.  A love story between two friends, fathers and sons, family and culture.  A story of losing hope, losing love and losing relationships yet to gain it all back again on a whole new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115031804545325682?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115031804545325682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115031804545325682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115031804545325682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115031804545325682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-115023761352990578</id><published>2006-06-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:26:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I’ve been MIA due to trip to motherland and new job.  (AGAIN?  I knows I knows)&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see how THIS one goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to motherland was really really good.  Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to a live taping at a television studio (MBC) to see performances from the latest hottest singers to fulfill a life long wish of mine.&lt;br /&gt;(We were the OLDEST people there along with 812 junior high school girls)&lt;br /&gt;Ate, ate and ate&lt;br /&gt;Shopped, shopped and shopped&lt;br /&gt;Went clubbing to an old man’s establishment (we were the YOUNGEST there this time), and NO we did not book (ask me what that is if you do not know) and got VIP treatment&lt;br /&gt;Went clubbing at some hip hop place in the University district and got VIP treatment&lt;br /&gt;Saw old friends&lt;br /&gt;Custom made shoes (they’re fab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back HERE, back to the grind… (sigh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-115023761352990578?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/115023761352990578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=115023761352990578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115023761352990578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/115023761352990578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114779682189340406</id><published>2006-05-16T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:28:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Motherland I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In two days I will be departing on a journey back to my roots with my best friend Samantha Kim. Here is a list of what I am MOST looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending some quality time with Sam (jealous Seno?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating off the sidewalk trucks that sell mysterious meat on sticks&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to a green tea farm&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grade A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fakes for my dear friend Kelly Chow&lt;br /&gt;5. People watching&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating, eating and eating&lt;br /&gt;7. Seeing my hilarious aunties&lt;br /&gt;8. Seeing my 4 feet 8 grandma (she LITERALLY comes up to my waist)&lt;br /&gt;9. Cafes and bakeries&lt;br /&gt;10. Shopping, shopping and shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114779682189340406?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114779682189340406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114779682189340406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114779682189340406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114779682189340406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-motherland-i-go.html' title='To Motherland I Go'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114746671927257679</id><published>2006-05-12T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:45:19.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige Jeans and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/paige2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/paige2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Does not compromise style and functionality, they are the PERFECT fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114746671927257679?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114746671927257679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114746671927257679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114746671927257679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114746671927257679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/05/paige-jeans-and-me.html' title='Paige Jeans and Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114744986381237303</id><published>2006-05-12T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:06:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning behind them little sticks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear friend asked me the other day “what do those STICKS mean on the Korean flag?”&lt;br /&gt;And due to my ignorance I replied by saying “who the hell knows.” He was disappointed in this comment and told me I needed to GOOGLE this matter at once to educate myself. Of course I decided to take on this challenge. The Korean flag is QUITE philosophical, who would have thought my peeps were so filled with wisdom! SO… here is the meaning behind the Korean flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle in the middle made up of the red and blue ying and yang:&lt;br /&gt;Expression of the dualism of the universe, they represent opposing views and struggle while incorporating harmony.&lt;br /&gt;The top red represents yang and the bottom blue portion represents ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “sticks” in each four corners:&lt;br /&gt;Top left – Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Top right – Water&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left – Fire&lt;br /&gt;Bottom right – Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white background symbolizing PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114744986381237303?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114744986381237303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114744986381237303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114744986381237303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114744986381237303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/05/meaning-behind-them-little-sticks.html' title='The meaning behind them little sticks...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114669014440304737</id><published>2006-05-03T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:02:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People, so guess what?  I will be attending the Season Finale Runway Show for “Project Runway Season 3”.  My dear friend Cat got two tickets and she invited ME!!!!  I can’t I can’t I can’t wait!  To be in NYC during fashion week, it can’t get any better than this.  It’s like going to the Olympics times a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question, WHAT should I WEAR?  I only have 4 months to find something perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114669014440304737?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114669014440304737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114669014440304737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114669014440304737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114669014440304737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/05/project-runway-and-me.html' title='Project Runway and Me'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114599393917805280</id><published>2006-04-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:38:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 cent Room of Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I never usually have a reason to smile while at work.&lt;br /&gt;However, a few days ago I discovered this little room of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little room has vending machines FULL of goodies. &lt;br /&gt;ALL for 25 cents people!  Red Bull for 25 cents!  Frappucino for 25 cents!&lt;br /&gt;Beef Jerky for 25 cents!  LITERALLY everything is 25 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so delightful, it’s my favorite moment in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Just standing there, trying to figure out what to get for JUST 25 cents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114599393917805280?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114599393917805280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114599393917805280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114599393917805280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114599393917805280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/25-cent-room-of-wonder.html' title='25 cent Room of Wonder'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114599335253572720</id><published>2006-04-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:29:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheeto Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The place I worked previously to this one, my officemates and I had severe sneezing episodes.&lt;br /&gt;We would find 3 year old m&amp;m’s on the corner of the carpets and dust everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Granted our trash was taken out everyday but never did once was our carpet vacuumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would test my new place of employment to see IF they did their share in keeping us healthy.&lt;br /&gt;This test required a cheeto of mediocre size to be place slightly under my desk where it was VISIBLE yet a little bit of a pain to get to with a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning to my delight the cheeto was GONE.  They passed the test!  I can be at peace now knowing THEY do indeed care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114599335253572720?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114599335253572720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114599335253572720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114599335253572720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114599335253572720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheeto-test.html' title='The Cheeto Test'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114556427773951675</id><published>2006-04-20T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:17:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pencil Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/pencil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THEpencil skirt.  A must have for every occasion.  Dress it up, down whichever way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114556427773951675?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114556427773951675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114556427773951675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114556427773951675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114556427773951675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/hot-pencil-skirt.html' title='Hot Pencil Skirt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114505430416094709</id><published>2006-04-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:38:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LemonSugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/lemonsugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/lemonsugar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My favorite new scent. &lt;br /&gt;Romantical, delicious and raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114505430416094709?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114505430416094709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114505430416094709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114505430416094709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114505430416094709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/lemonsugar.html' title='LemonSugar'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114488044060748875</id><published>2006-04-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:46:35.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cube Decorator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I never realized the extensive amount of time and resources people spend in decorating their cubes.&lt;br /&gt;Being an office dweller for the last several years this is my first job where I have become a resident of a cube.&lt;br /&gt;These are the different types of Cube Decorators I have come across in my first 2 weeks in my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull-cube Decorator&lt;br /&gt;I would be considered one of these. Those people that have literally a monitor, keyboard, mouse, phone, ONE notebook and a pen. Minimalist, my cube reflects nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frilly-me-silly Decorator&lt;br /&gt;I have come across a handful of these. Pink xmas lights, wallpapered cubes, boa outlined picture frames of their family, cousins and dogs. Poster sized calendars, post it’s in pink, poetic magnets, stuffed animals and glitter pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports fanatic Decorator&lt;br /&gt;Seahawks mugs, poster, hats, sweatshirt, it’s everything seahawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cube Apartment Decorator&lt;br /&gt;Paper everywhere, paper cups piled mile high, a coffee machine in the corner, even a toaster. A shelf dedicated for snacks, drinks and goodies. A blanket tossed on the back of their chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114488044060748875?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114488044060748875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114488044060748875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114488044060748875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114488044060748875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/cube-decorator.html' title='Cube Decorator'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114487611226938733</id><published>2006-04-12T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:08:32.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tis the seasons for weddings.  The past two weekends I had weddings (both out of town).&lt;br /&gt;One in the country (Ohio) and one in the city (LA). &lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of DO’s and DO NOT’s if you ever are gettin’ hitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do’s&lt;br /&gt;Do have LOTS of booze&lt;br /&gt;Do have GOOD food&lt;br /&gt;Do have CRAZY guests&lt;br /&gt;Do have extra flowers on hand (incase you run out of boutonnieres)&lt;br /&gt;Do wear that padded bra even if you’re a DD&lt;br /&gt;Do wear a thong&lt;br /&gt;Do shave where shaving is appropriate&lt;br /&gt;Do delegate&lt;br /&gt;Do have safety pins&lt;br /&gt;Do have GOOD music&lt;br /&gt;Do smell good&lt;br /&gt;Do try to spend a minute with all the guests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not’s&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stress out about little things&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do anything except for looking cute and having a good time&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let your in-laws get to you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t plan on everything going perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to do everything&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have a LONG ceremony 45 minutes max&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make your bridesmaids wear nasty dresses&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be tacky&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114487611226938733?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114487611226938733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114487611226938733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114487611226938733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114487611226938733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/04/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114244873829029355</id><published>2006-03-15T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:52:18.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEhotel BATHHOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bathhouse4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bathhouse4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bathhouse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bathhouse3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bathhouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bathhouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bathhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bathhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It you ever decide to stay at THEhotel, I highly recommend the spa “BATHHOUSE”.&lt;br /&gt;It’s truly a beautiful experience…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114244873829029355?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114244873829029355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114244873829029355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114244873829029355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114244873829029355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/thehotel-bathhouse.html' title='THEhotel BATHHOUSE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114237531271232805</id><published>2006-03-14T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:41:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My peeps and our ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furniture in your house never matches the wallpaper, the carpet, the decorations or any of the rest of the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;You have rocks, sticks, leaves, deer antlers, and strange smelling, unknown substances in your pantry for use in medicine.&lt;br /&gt;You own a rice cooker or two.&lt;br /&gt;You buy soy sauce by the gallon.&lt;br /&gt;Your family owns butcher knives bigger than your head.&lt;br /&gt;You live with your Hal-moh-nee.&lt;br /&gt;You parents own a liquor store, dry cleaner, or some kind of discount store.&lt;br /&gt;You drive a lowered, fixed up Integra, eclipse, or some kind of Honda.&lt;br /&gt;You never tip over 15%.&lt;br /&gt;You hate Denny's, even though you go there 24-7.&lt;br /&gt;You love Sanrio stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You have a pager.&lt;br /&gt;You do that twirling thing with you pen.&lt;br /&gt;You always have a box of Sapporo Ichiban ramyun or Yook-eh-jang.&lt;br /&gt;Even though your family isn't super rich, you own a Mercedes or Lexus.&lt;br /&gt;You bring home all A's and one B, and your parents yell, "Why did you get a B?"&lt;br /&gt;There is a 75% chance that you'll marry someone with the same last name .&lt;br /&gt;White people always say, "Say my name in Korean!"&lt;br /&gt;When you have a family gathering, 50 little kids are running around your house, and YOU have to entertain them.&lt;br /&gt;You can't stand Margaret Cho (that actress on All American Girl).&lt;br /&gt;When the bill comes, you practically beat each other up- saying that YOU'LL pay for the bill.&lt;br /&gt;When you were in Junior High, you were either a nerd or a little "kkang ppeh" wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents say, "The reason why we came to America was so that you could get a good education, so go to Harvard."&lt;br /&gt;You either have to be a doctor, lawyer, or some big-time business tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents say, "1600 isn't that hard... just study."&lt;br /&gt;When some mega-mega nerd student is in the Korean newspaper, your parents say, "why can't you be like him?"&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy, then you always have to put up with the "20 questions" game when you call a girl if her parents answer but if you're smart, you ask, "Um hello? Is Bob there?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how well your parents speak English, they can't say "wood."&lt;br /&gt;Your dad hits you in the head with his knuckle, and it hurts REALLY REALLY bad.&lt;br /&gt;Your parent's idea of a social life is church.&lt;br /&gt;You have a container full of Kim-Chee in your fridge right now.You own a pair of BYC socks.&lt;br /&gt;You or your parents start singing when drunk.&lt;br /&gt;You have the Asian decals stuck to your car.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are still shorter than you.&lt;br /&gt;You call a Korean older than you "Oppah" or "noona."&lt;br /&gt;You make daily stops to the local "Hello Kitty" store.&lt;br /&gt;You know the "san-toki" song.&lt;br /&gt;Your dad owns plaid pants.&lt;br /&gt;You or your parents hand wash underwear.&lt;br /&gt;"No-Rae Bang" is a common household word.&lt;br /&gt;There's a bottle of Soju in your parents' fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Your main source of income is New Years.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents think anything goes with rice.&lt;br /&gt;The rice you eat can stick to anything.&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe your parents could have conceived children.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents still spank you, even when you move out.&lt;br /&gt;Failing a class means finding a new place to live.&lt;br /&gt;Your mom rents Korean soap operas and watches them daily.&lt;br /&gt;You have naked baby pictures of you.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents read the labels of everything to see if it was made in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;When you were little, relatives used to grab your genitals or breasts.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents yell out your Korean name REAL loud in public places.&lt;br /&gt;Ramen is the fifth food group.&lt;br /&gt;You have to translate for your parents when ordering fast food.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are afraid of black people.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents bought a gun after the L.A. riots.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents used to cut your hair Okidoki.&lt;br /&gt;You tell your parents you need to buy glue for school, but they reply, "just use rice!"&lt;br /&gt;Your parent's idea of a social life is church.&lt;br /&gt;People ask, "Hey, show me some Jackie Chan moves!".&lt;br /&gt;When someone points you out, they say "that one Chinese girl (or guy)."&lt;br /&gt;Your parents were ecstatic when the 88 Olympics were held in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to do the "kimchi squat."&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy- you talk about fixing up the car that you will never have.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you can't watch TV, your parents rent a million Korean videos and watch them continuously for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents took the TV out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Your mom sings chan-son-gahs (hymns) while driving.&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother sings chan-son-gahs really loud, while pounding her thigh, which is TOTALLY off beat.&lt;br /&gt;You have a million black leather bibles.&lt;br /&gt;Even though your parents are die-hard Christians, they don't want you getting TOO involved with church.&lt;br /&gt;When you ask your parents if you can go out, they either reply "No" or "hmph" which means yes.&lt;br /&gt;You go out two Fridays in a row, and they yell that you go out too much.&lt;br /&gt;You have one of those silver kimhi-ttongs with buckles on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;You have a gazillion small containers in your fridge with a different ban-chan inside. but even though it smells pretty raunchy, you still eat it.&lt;br /&gt;When an Asian girl with a white guy (or vice versa) walks by, your parents STARE at them with their eyes popping out.&lt;br /&gt;When you go to buffets, your parents make you eat until you think you're going to hurl, and even after you do, they say, "good, eat more."&lt;br /&gt;Your parents yell at you for being short, but they're the ones that gave you the short genes.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents raise their hand as if they're going to hit you, and you totally shudder, shrinking back.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why you want to go to college out of state is that you can get away from your parents.&lt;br /&gt;When you go to church retreats, you long for some good ol' Korean cooking.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to tell the different Asians apart (i.e. Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese).&lt;br /&gt;You go to American restaurants, and your dad eats really wide and rudely, so you put your head down while whispering, "apppaaahhhhh stooopp!"&lt;br /&gt;Your parents make you work at their business (i.e. liquor store, cleaners, discount store).&lt;br /&gt;You bring home a white friend, and your parents immediately think that he/she sleeps around, uses drugs, and parties 24-7.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents have absolutely no color sense, wearing totally mismatched clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents verbally abuse you, even when joking around.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents never attended your Back to School Night or Open House at school.&lt;br /&gt;Your mom is the BEST cook!&lt;br /&gt;When your mom hears or watches something sad, she'll make this repeated sound really fast like "tte" a million times a minute.&lt;br /&gt;When you're sick, your mom will pink inside of your elbow REALLY hard, saying you have a digestion problem or something.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents were supposed to get a divorce many times, but they never did for the children's sake, financial problems, or simply because,"what would we tell church people?"&lt;br /&gt;Your parents will be helping you with a math problem, but when you get something wrong, they'll start yelling and swearing at you so loud, as if you just committed some deadly crime.&lt;br /&gt;Summer does not mean playtime to your parents. Summer means-bust out those workbooks so you can get ahead in class!&lt;br /&gt;Kumon is a household word.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever guests come over, your parents make you whip out yourviolin/piano skills.&lt;br /&gt;When guests are leaving your house, you have to stand outside your house saying bye to them, not to mention bowing a gazillion times.&lt;br /&gt;You'll go to a movie with your parents, and afterwards, they'll say "I don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;Your parents never participated in the "American" traditions of Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. You'll say, "Where's Santa Claus?" and they'll reply, "Santa Claus! Ptch! He's dead!" And then you'll start crying.&lt;br /&gt;When you had your first loose tooth, your parents promised to not to pull it out but just to LOOK at it, but when they did, they just yanked the baby out.&lt;br /&gt;You'll buy a shirt full price, and your parents will yell, "What! You could have bought that for $2 at the swap meet!"&lt;br /&gt;You're going out with a friend and your parents need to know their name, where they live, their phone #, what their parents do for a living, what kind of grades they get, what they got on their SATs, how they dress, if they go to church, and if they're male or female.&lt;br /&gt;After you're get off the phone with someone from the opposite sex, your parents will start interrogating you about that person (except the last one). You'll talk to someone from the opposite sex two days in a row, and your parents immediately think there's something going on.&lt;br /&gt;You bring home straight As, and your parents say, "So? You're supposed to get that!"&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Korea...."&lt;br /&gt;When you get a car, the only places you're supposed to go is school, the library, and maybe the grocery store to do grocery shopping for them.&lt;br /&gt;When the doorbell rings, your parents get ALL suspicious and prohibit you from answering it. When they do answer it, they'll open the crack like 1 centimeter and speak through that. And if it's a salesperson, they'll slam the door screaming, "we no interest!"&lt;br /&gt;Your mom will laugh with her hand covering her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be somewhere with your boyfriend/girlfriend, and then you'll see an adult from church, so you immediately start freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;You had to miss out on Saturday morning cartoons as a child, attending dreaded Korean School.&lt;br /&gt;While on long car trips, your parents will get bored, so they'll think about something that bugs them, and start bugging you. (i.e., Why is your room so messy! Why do you always fight with your siblings! Why do you always go out so much!)&lt;br /&gt;You have a mini-van which your mom drives.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents will be yelling at you (or each other) and in the middle of all the raucus, will close the windows so that the neighbors won't hear.&lt;br /&gt;You never feed your dog dog food but all your leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be cooking kalbi outside, and neighbors will ask what the aroma is.&lt;br /&gt;You think EVERYTHING is racial, like if someone is mildly rude to you.&lt;br /&gt;When a fixed up Japanese car drives by, you can't help but look to see who's driving.&lt;br /&gt;You go to church retreats to meet people from the opposite sex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114237531271232805?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114237531271232805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114237531271232805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114237531271232805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114237531271232805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-peeps-and-our-ways.html' title='My peeps and our ways...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114229028884694444</id><published>2006-03-13T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:52:58.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infront of one of my favorite shoe stores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/shooz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/shooz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114229028884694444?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114229028884694444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114229028884694444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114229028884694444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114229028884694444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/infront-of-one-of-my-favorite-shoe.html' title='Infront of one of my favorite shoe stores...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114229016814839149</id><published>2006-03-13T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:49:28.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck convention in LV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Due to bad timing, the Nascar convention was held at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so many damn mullets in my whole entire life,  I wanted so bust out some scissors and just cut every one of them off.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes people, my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to LV was a total annoyance having to listen to the two 315 pound rednecks on my left talk about flyfishing and steak.&lt;br /&gt;It was making me ill.  The whole flight down they were drinking their Budweiser and being UTTERLY annoying.&lt;br /&gt;When I fly, I love being antisocial reading my InStyle or People in peace and quiet.  Even the flight attendants were getting annoyed with all the rednecks on this god forsaken flight.  And yes I was the ONLY Asian on this damn flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the heavens when none of them stayed at THEhotel though.  They all probably ended up at the HOOTERS hotel or the STARDUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114229016814839149?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114229016814839149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114229016814839149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114229016814839149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114229016814839149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/redneck-convention-in-lv.html' title='Redneck convention in LV'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114228935601806870</id><published>2006-03-13T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:38:19.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/thehotel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/thehotel3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/thehotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/thehotel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/the%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/the%20hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEhotel Mandalay bay.  All I can say is it's MY kind of hotel.  Modern, chic and they have fabulous smelling shampoo and a plasma in all the rooms including the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114228935601806870?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114228935601806870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114228935601806870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114228935601806870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114228935601806870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114185691681739615</id><published>2006-03-08T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:29:13.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me being a dessert whore…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Jay and I ventured to San Diego a couple or weekends ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.extraordinarydesserts.com/extraordinarydesserts/index.htm"&gt;Extraordinary Desserts &lt;/a&gt;was truly… extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;They serve delicious and beautiful desserts, exotic teas using REAL tea leaves along with a great selection of coffees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambiance is “Asian inspired” high ceiling with glass, dark wood and stainless fixtures.&lt;br /&gt;A great place for late night chit chat or a little pick my ass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114185691681739615?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114185691681739615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114185691681739615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114185691681739615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114185691681739615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-being-dessert-whore.html' title='Me being a dessert whore…'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114184661732650123</id><published>2006-03-08T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:36:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me feel….Melancholy</title><content type='html'>The song “You’re Beautiful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My love is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; will never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114184661732650123?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114184661732650123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114184661732650123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114184661732650123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114184661732650123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/03/makes-me-feelmelancholy.html' title='Makes me feel….Melancholy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114107942848154019</id><published>2006-02-27T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:37:52.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Noxy (Noxema)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am happy to introduce you to Noxy. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Picture soon to be posted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In her own words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren found me at a special shoe event. No one wanted me because I was way overpriced ($345) and lime green.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I maybe as delicious as a shiny green apple but I was left alone in my box for many months. There were moments when I thought I was going to find a permanent home but was left to be disappointed when I was left going back in the box. I waited patiently until that day when I will be adopted and loved.&lt;br /&gt;That day finally came when Lauren tried me on and it was LIKE at first sight. Then in seeing I went from $345 to $50 it was LOVE at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new home in her closet, there is a little compartment just for me along with Betty Boop who lives above me and Star who lives under me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114107942848154019?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114107942848154019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114107942848154019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114107942848154019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114107942848154019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-noxy-noxema.html' title='Meet Noxy (Noxema)...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114082662910636169</id><published>2006-02-24T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:58:40.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY for Project JAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/jay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/jay.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Project Runway is soon coming to and end. Every time when a fave show of mine comes to an end, I start feeling depressed.&lt;br /&gt;For example ‘Nip Tuck’. Due to me having to wait another 6 months for the new season, the last show always puts me in a somber mood.&lt;br /&gt;However, I felt a warm blanket of embrace when I realized NOW there is “Project Jay”!!! Jay was the winner of the FIRST “Project Runway” last season and Bravo will be doing a show ALL about him. I stayed up till 12 watching Jay get adjusted from the redneck back country (population 4000) somewhere down somewhere to the fashion district of NYC. Jay is truly so funny, endearing, loveable and a great designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed and wanted to gauge Heidi Klum’s eye with a rusty spoon after what she did. He spent sleepless days and flew all the way to LA. Upon completion of this amazingly beautiful dress, Heidi had the AUDACITY to tell him she chose a different designer and dress to wear. She stated “this happens all the time to famous people, designers send us dresses and dresses and I have to pick the one that fits right on me”. I couldn’t believe her disloyalty and nerve! I was heartbroken for Jay. And on top of ALL that Heidi ended up wearing the nastiest flower print foo-foo moo-moo thing I ever did see. I truly do not know what she was thinking. However, Jay being the fabulous person that he is, after shedding half a tear, took it like a man, composed himself and had his best friend wear the dress and do a mini runway show with it. It was fantastic!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114082662910636169?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114082662910636169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114082662910636169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114082662910636169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114082662910636169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-for-project-jay.html' title='YAY for Project JAY!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114064095747712798</id><published>2006-02-22T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:51:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female blood type O</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her actions and words go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Her actions speak coincide with her true honest feelings and emotions. She is thoughtful and reactive to her gut feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exterior, she may seem very strong and independent however inside is a softie.  She holds a soft spot for the weak and needy. She may seem very stubborn but acknowledges wrong when that holds true.&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing does not effect her pride or views on herself because she knows apologizing has no connection to true pride. In love, rather than holding back because of her pride, she falls into love with conviction and faith.&lt;br /&gt;This leads others to believe she is stronger than she really is. In men, her first instinct is to look for this person’s vibe and ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than his looks, she goes for his charm.&lt;br /&gt;She will frequently choose a man not based on looks but rather his personality thus leading some to question. When it comes to friends, there are no grey areas.&lt;br /&gt;Conflict with friends will lead her to apologize right away to resolve issues. She is wishy washy but holds true to justice and honor. She is very passionate about her convictions.&lt;br /&gt;At times this may seem she can be hot and cold in a moments time but she holds true to her beliefs.  She never plays around when it comes to love. In speaking of love, all she can hold true is how she feels at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;She does not believe in true love but believes in honor.&lt;br /&gt;She forgets the men she loved but never forgets the experiences with them.&lt;br /&gt;Passion dissolves but honor is what ends up driving her love. She is always decisive but is able to see there is never just one answer.&lt;br /&gt;She can never hide how she really feels inside, her feelings are always easily expressed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.... is this me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114064095747712798?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114064095747712798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114064095747712798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114064095747712798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114064095747712798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/female-blood-type-o.html' title='Female blood type O'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114063754608470238</id><published>2006-02-22T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:05:54.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say NO to Nosehair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/nosehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/nosehair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;you MUST blog about the FOLLOWING topic&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;NOSE HAIRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;ok dude, so at this convention that I went to last week, like 96.36% were MEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;and you would NOT believe how many of the peeps I had meetings with and JUST random strangers do NOT do the necessary NOSE hygine&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR dude&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk around with cart full of little NOSE hair trimmers as giveaways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT and people sniffling and swallowing their SNOT are THE most ANNOYING things I can experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;dude it's just nasty practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I mean when I see those nose hairs I just want to YANK them out so that they HURT like shit and teaches them a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;AND for those who swallow their snot, I just want to bitchlap them SOOOOOOOOOOOO hard that ALL of their snot is expelled from their nostrils due to MY bitchslapping THEM&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;and that way their sinuses and everything will be cleansed&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;for like the next THREE.TWO years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;dude I don't know what's worse&lt;br /&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;nose hairs or out of control bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;I would say NOSE hairs&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;cuz you have to see them EVERY day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm right it definitely is MORE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;Pubic is NOT as Public&lt;br /&gt;예린lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;I concur friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114063754608470238?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114063754608470238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114063754608470238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114063754608470238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114063754608470238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/say-no-to-nosehair.html' title='Say NO to Nosehair'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114063136919092579</id><published>2006-02-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:02:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wanna be when I grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/book.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/book.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I ended up getting Jay this book for V-day.  Yes, it was a week late but at least I got him something this year.  In glancing through the book, I would love being a travel writer or host. &lt;br /&gt;My book / show would be somewhere in the middle between “Rich Steve’s Europe” and Tarah Reed’s “Wild On E!”  Roughing it out in the jungles of Africa to tasting the finest wines of Italy, how I lust this occupation.  I need to SOMEHOW find a way to do this.  SOMEHOW….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114063136919092579?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114063136919092579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114063136919092579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114063136919092579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114063136919092579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-i-wanna-be-when-i-grow-up_22.html' title='What I wanna be when I grow up...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-114003886081813692</id><published>2006-02-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:29:03.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy pencil skinny jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/jean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am so happy to see the latest trend in jeans this year!&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the flared, let’s say hello to the pencil jean.&lt;br /&gt;Wear em with your hot 3 inch heels, or them o so cute flats, tuck em in your boots, casual, dressy whichever way!&lt;br /&gt;They’re the next best versatile thing since the classic white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t leave out the fact they make your legs look looooooooooooooooooo-ng and leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-114003886081813692?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/114003886081813692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=114003886081813692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114003886081813692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/114003886081813692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/yummy-pencil-skinny-jean.html' title='Yummy pencil skinny jean'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113995180354868053</id><published>2006-02-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:18:01.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still haven't found that perfect v-day gift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Candy Pouch Size: One Size Fits Most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Color: Multi-Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Batteries: None Required&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Candy Pouch: Remember the candy necklaces we had as kids? This cool new product takes them to a whole new level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What It Does: Sweet and sexy edible pouch for adults! The perfect gift for any occasion like Valentines Day, Honeymoons, or your anniversary. Bite the sweet candies off one at a time, exposing more and more of your lovers private parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ingredients: Sugar, Corn Syrup, Citric Acid, Magnesium Stearate, Artificial Colors, Artificial Flavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113995180354868053?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113995180354868053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113995180354868053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113995180354868053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113995180354868053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-havent-found-that-perfect-v-day.html' title='Still haven&apos;t found that perfect v-day gift?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113994767626718703</id><published>2006-02-14T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:07:56.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy &lt;3 day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/hearts.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/hearts.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.′ - Karl - age 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you dont yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings.′ - Samantha - age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.′ - Terri - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.′- Danny - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.′ -Emily - age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.′ - Noelle - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.′ -Tommy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.′ - Elaine - age 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.′ - Chris - age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.′ -Lauren - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.′ -Bethany - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesnt think its gross.′ - Mark - age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and ! little stars come out of you.′ - Karen - age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113994767626718703?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113994767626718703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113994767626718703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113994767626718703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113994767626718703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-3-day.html' title='Happy &lt;3 day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113986053831317471</id><published>2006-02-13T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:56:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail therapy, impulse purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/Architecture1_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/Architecture1_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I purchased a condo this weekend! I’ve never done anything like this before so it’s a bit scary but exciting at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://olive8.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olive8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; is 36 floors, penthouse on top and my unit is on the 34th floor with a panoramic view of downtown Seattle. On the bottom floors The Hyatt will house the new boutique style hotel with a modern “W”-ish feel… The model was absolutely delicious. Cabinets imported from Italy, marble floors and granite countertops with amazing top of the line appliances. The refrigerator has a brain! It knows exactly what’s in it and figures out the perfect temperature all on its own. It even houses a wine rack inside! Ceilings are 10 feet high, the bathroom just absolutely gorgeous with fixtures that you only see in those 6 star hotels. I am really excited to pick out everything for this place, I never knew I can get so excited about this kinda stuff, it’s ALMOST JUST as good as finding a delicious pair of shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113986053831317471?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113986053831317471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113986053831317471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113986053831317471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113986053831317471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/retail-therapy-impulse-purchase_13.html' title='Retail therapy, impulse purchase'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113892070125453933</id><published>2006-02-02T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:51:41.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you single men out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/400_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/400_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....that have problems sleeping (Seno and the City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realitybedding.com/"&gt;http://www.realitybedding.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113892070125453933?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113892070125453933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113892070125453933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113892070125453933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113892070125453933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-all-you-single-men-out-there.html' title='For all you single men out there...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113891841290416656</id><published>2006-02-02T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:13:32.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First date DO’s and DO NOT’s cont…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Due to the amount of feedback I received on this matter I have decided to continue the Lauren List of first date do’s and do not’s.  Thank you Kaia’s mom, Michelle, Cat and others for reminding all of us of what men need to be mindful of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO NOT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do not talk non-stop about yourself.  If a woman asks something about you, merely answer the question in an engaging, interesting manner and STOP. &lt;br /&gt;2.  Shoes, men.  Anything that exposes your toe is a NO NO on a first date unless you are having a first date at a beach in Hawaii.  Anything that is woven is a NO NO.  Anything that you wear to play sports is a NO NO.  Stick with something simple, chic and classic.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do not use foul language.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do not talk about your ex-girlfriends and the tragedies of your past relations.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do not ask her to come upstairs for “a cup of coffee”.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do not drive around and around trying to look for FREE parking.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do not wear white socks.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Do not wear anything mesh or see-thru.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do not complain excessively about the food or the service.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Do not carry a murse (man-purse).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DO's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  Do give her space.  There’s a difference between gazing into her eyes and letting chemistry take its course vs. creeping her out by sticking your face right in front of hers.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do talk about cultural things you have experienced, travel, food, the arts, movies, music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you feel the date went well, DO ask her if she would like to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do send her a little note snail mail saying you had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do leave your velcro wallet at home.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do wear your nice watch.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do walk her to her car.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Do pluck .&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do call her the next day if you followed #3 above.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Do tip at least 15%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113891841290416656?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113891841290416656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113891841290416656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113891841290416656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113891841290416656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-date-dos-and-do-nots-cont.html' title='First date DO’s and DO NOT’s cont…'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113881532417128168</id><published>2006-02-01T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:35:55.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome All Weather Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I went for some retail therapy last night and found this sweater. It's AWESOME. Lightweight, soft and fits PERFECTLY on me. I bought one in chocolate and THIS GREEN one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113881532417128168?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113881532417128168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113881532417128168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113881532417128168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113881532417128168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/02/awesome-all-weather-sweater.html' title='Awesome All Weather Sweater'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113822946558034256</id><published>2006-01-25T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:46:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee and Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/pee&amp;poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/pee%26poo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am in a mad search to find this cutest ever discovery. Especially the key chains. I shall have Jay carry the pee and I will carry the poo. Does anyone know where I can find &lt;a href="http://www.peeandpoo.com/eng/flasheng.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; by Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113822946558034256?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113822946558034256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113822946558034256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822946558034256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822946558034256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/pee-and-poo.html' title='Pee and Poo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113822923575373318</id><published>2006-01-25T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:04:02.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rhinestone in the Ghetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So last night to meet a close friend of mine I ventured out to Federal Way Washington.&lt;br /&gt;AKA what I refer to this post as “the Ghetto”. It has been a very long time since I have been in these parts of the Seattle area and I came to realize what an “eastside snob” I have become. I made a conscious effort to count the nasty old 70’s Ford Trucks and potholes on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;8 trucks and 7 potholes later I arrived at Song Hak Restaurant aka “&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/local?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;q=song+hak&amp;near=Federal+Way,+WA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=locald&amp;amp;radius=0.0&amp;amp;latlng=47322500,-122311389,2741655245315858110"&gt;a Rhinestone&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located near some nasty ass motel where the “e” in the “motel” doesn’t light up. However you must never judge a book by its cover. When I opened the doors I felt an INTERNAL COMBUSTION of delighted surprise to see this very modern, CLEAN, quiet restaurant. I never knew such a place could exist in these neck of the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I ate a WHOLE plate FULL of delicious sashimi and rolls. (Not the rolls on my stomach but the rolls filled with crab, avocado amongst other delicacies). It was fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On the way home, we saw a big lady pulled over next to her big old chevy with a few missing front teeth. It was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113822923575373318?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113822923575373318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113822923575373318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822923575373318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822923575373318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/rhinestone-in-ghetto.html' title='A Rhinestone in the Ghetto'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113822810532843070</id><published>2006-01-25T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:28:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Too Wong Foo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/too%20wong%20foo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/too%20wong%20foo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10 Reasons why I LOVES this movie, LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.  Go on Vida and talk to him, you speak honky!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I didn't ask to come on this trip, did I? No, I don't think so! Did I ask you to be making me over and jump all kinds of hoops like some circus poodle? No, I don't think so! Do I want to go to jail because of some cop killer? No, I don't think so! So as soon as we get to the next town I am jumping on the first man and riding him all the way to New York City and away from you two puckered up, stuck up putas 'cause this trip sucks! It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;3.  When a straight man puts on a dress and goes on a sexual kick he is a transvestite. When a man is a woman trapped in a man's body and has a little operation he is a Transsexual. When a gay man has way too much fashion sense for one gender he is a drag queen. And when a tired little Latin boy puts on a dress, he is simply a boy in a dress!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Well pumpkins, it comes down to that age-old decision: style... or... substance?&lt;br /&gt;5.  Larger than life is just the right size.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Internal combustion, the ultimate accessory.&lt;br /&gt;7.  And who would think that this ebony enchantress would one day share a title with moi?&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm the latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am not going upstairs with you. I ain't drivin' you no more, Miss Daisy!&lt;br /&gt;10.  If I were bread, would you be my butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113822810532843070?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113822810532843070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113822810532843070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822810532843070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113822810532843070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-wong-foo.html' title='&quot;Too Wong Foo&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113813560501674268</id><published>2006-01-24T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:46:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Woody Allen-ish movie… fantastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/matchpoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/matchpoint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Since Jay is gone this week and there was nothing good on TV last night (even Oprah), I decided to go watch a movie accompanied by me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Match Point”…&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett Johansson plays an American struggling actress living in London that meets a Brit from a well to do family.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Rhys-Meyers plays an Irish struggling tennis coach living in London that meets the sister of the Brit from the well to do family.&lt;br /&gt;Both coming from humble backgrounds trying to “make it big” in the city…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett and Jonathan find an unspoken attraction to each other which then leads us to the unraveling of lust, love, and luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113813560501674268?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113813560501674268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113813560501674268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113813560501674268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113813560501674268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/very-woody-allen-ish-movie-fantastic.html' title='Very Woody Allen-ish movie… fantastic!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113769662834685019</id><published>2006-01-19T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:50:28.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date: Do’s and Do Not’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have gotten this question from several men regarding this subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, another Lauren List.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do’s&lt;br /&gt;1.  Engage in conversation&lt;br /&gt;2.  Order that nice bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;3.  Order dessert with two spoons (women will test you to see if you offer her the last bite)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Offer her a bite of your dish, whatever it is, even if YOU THINK she won’t like it&lt;br /&gt;5.  Give her eye contact&lt;br /&gt;6.  Genuine smile and laughter&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wear a nice SUBTLE cologne (key word: SUBTLE)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Be put together in that effortless kinda way, not too much but not too little&lt;br /&gt;9.  Subtle body contact (once again, key word : SUBTLE)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Be articulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do NOT’s&lt;br /&gt;1.  Get drunk off your ass&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do anything related to body hygiene in front of her&lt;br /&gt;3.  Walk in front of her&lt;br /&gt;4.  Be late, even if it is JUST 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;5.  Slouch&lt;br /&gt;6.  Take her to some cheap restaurant, if you have no $, then cook for her at your place&lt;br /&gt;7.  Bring her a bouquet of flowers or even worse a single red rose, it’s cheesy on a first date&lt;br /&gt;8.  Scrunch your napkin&lt;br /&gt;9.  Look nervous&lt;br /&gt;10.  Look desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113769662834685019?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113769662834685019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113769662834685019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113769662834685019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113769662834685019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-date-dos-and-do-nots.html' title='First Date: Do’s and Do Not’s'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113743090700441310</id><published>2006-01-16T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:24:32.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite size orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jacques Torres Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;A gift from my best friend over the holidays. I ate the last one today.&lt;br /&gt;They truly are the best chocolates my taste buds have ever laid themselves on.&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite: Fresh Coconut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113743090700441310?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113743090700441310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113743090700441310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113743090700441310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113743090700441310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/bite-size-orgasm.html' title='Bite size orgasm'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113719498931266319</id><published>2006-01-13T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:31:52.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 30… yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In celebration of turning 30 this year, my best friend and I are embarking on a journey back to our motherland. This trip will consist of ONLY three things. 1.eating 2.drinking 3.shopping&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll manage to squeeze in some cultural activities such as going to a variety show at a Korean broadcasting company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something fantastically fabulous about going back home even though I have lived in Bellevue most of my life. Nothing beats the polluted brown sky, the sidewalk vendors selling mysterious meat on sticks dipped in the bacteria infested community soy sauce, or the crazy drivers that try to run you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there is one sad thing. We won’t be able to go to any decent and happening clubs cause we’re old. All the good clubs have cut off age. If you’re over the age of 25 they won’t let you in due to “cramping their YOUNG style”. Which leads me to only one solution. Time to bust out the hoochie outfits and somehow pull off looking 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113719498931266319?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113719498931266319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113719498931266319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113719498931266319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113719498931266319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/turning-30-yay.html' title='Turning 30… yay!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113693188241520583</id><published>2006-01-10T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:24:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUNICH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/munich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/munich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Munich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered Eric Bana’s hotness-ish over the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is something very… charming / attractive / appealing about him.&lt;br /&gt;It’s very subtle. I saw “Troy” and didn’t really FEEL it but in “Munich” it came forth.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is in the beginning, I didn’t think much, but toward the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he really, really grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;And THOSE attractions are the most dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been into the whole going crazy over movie star thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and have been quite loyal for only ONE actor for the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;Benicio Del Toro. However this recent discovery of Eric Bana needs to be considered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Upon this realization, of course I googled him.&lt;br /&gt;There are 1,740,000 web pages devoted to him. Here are some Eric Bana facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian&lt;br /&gt;Born in 68 (8 year difference, PERFECT)&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac: Leo, monkey&lt;br /&gt;Used to be a comedian (he’s FUNNY too?)&lt;br /&gt;6 feet 3 people, 6 feet 3!&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT, married… L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and the movie was really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113693188241520583?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113693188241520583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113693188241520583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113693188241520583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113693188241520583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/munich.html' title='MUNICH'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113641083323532615</id><published>2006-01-04T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:40:33.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crazyfriend... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; J said he might be able to make it later&lt;br /&gt;he has to do a couple of pap smears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crazyfriend... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that gross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lauren says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lauren says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dude it's convenient dating a doctor, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crazyfriend... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he goes i can give you a pap smear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crazyfriend... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crazyfriend... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u aint getting anywhere near my vagina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113641083323532615?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113641083323532615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113641083323532615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113641083323532615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113641083323532615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/funny-conversation.html' title='funny conversation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113640348798627817</id><published>2006-01-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:38:58.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A friend of mine inspired me to make this list in speaking to him about his dramatic holiday.&lt;br /&gt;His wife / girlfriend left him the day after Christmas after he had an episode.&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE he went begging for her to take his ass back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, here is MY list of what makes a woman happy, which then = a happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn’t take much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Offer HER the big piece of fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;2. Woman happy = Man happy, woman unhappy = man unhappy&lt;br /&gt;3. Give a shit&lt;br /&gt;4. TLC men TLC&lt;br /&gt;5. Use some adjectives in your sentences&lt;br /&gt;6. Flowers are ok, diamonds are even better, putting the dishes away and vacuuming without us having to tell you is priceless&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask your woman how her day was and be patient when she has her 2 hour long story&lt;br /&gt;8. Respond&lt;br /&gt;9. NOW means NOW not three minutes or three hours later&lt;br /&gt;10. NEVER eat the last bite of dessert unless she tell you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113640348798627817?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113640348798627817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113640348798627817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113640348798627817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113640348798627817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-relations.html' title='Happy Relations'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113572450307006692</id><published>2005-12-27T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:02:57.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy - adj.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enjoying, showing, or marked by pleasure, satisfaction, or joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a quest to find, become, be happy, I come to wonder, does such a state of being even exist?&lt;br /&gt;My mother told me that even when I was born - as an infant, I was NOT a happy child.&lt;br /&gt;I would cry constantly for NO apparent reason. She even contemplated giving me the “happy herb”. However, in realizing it had a long lasting negative effect on my brain she refrained from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking back at the 18 years of my life, I’ve never ever REALLY experienced being blissful.&lt;br /&gt;In actuality, seeing really happy people irritates the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I do have MOMENTS of happiness but it always comes to and end and I am left to think…&lt;br /&gt;Moments such as laughing uncontrollably with my friends, eating something really, really good, traveling somewhere amazing, finding that ONE delicious pair of shoes… these are mere moments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, happiness is joined with passion. I feel I will find my happiness when I am doing, achieving something I am greatly passionate about. So the question is, not “how do I become happy?” rather “what is my passion?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113572450307006692?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113572450307006692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113572450307006692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113572450307006692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113572450307006692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-adj.html' title='Happy - adj.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113572212677925134</id><published>2005-12-27T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:24:38.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Memoirs of a Geisha” – need to bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/key_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/key_side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another “Asian” movie done by the white folk. How sad they after all these years they still can’t tell the Japanese apart from the Chinese or the Koreans or the Vietnamese etc etc… Although Za-Za-Zhying-Yo chick is cute and all, she did not pull off the LOOK of a geisha very well. The only part I really enjoyed was her dancing, she did a great job and you couldn’t see her not-so-geisha-ish face. Aside from that, everything else pretty much was very much the hollywood portrayal of the”Asian” or "oriental" thing.  No wonder white men want to dip into soy sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113572212677925134?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113572212677925134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113572212677925134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113572212677925134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113572212677925134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/memoirs-of-geisha-need-to-bitch.html' title='“Memoirs of a Geisha” – need to bitch'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113570087428386566</id><published>2005-12-27T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:14:27.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/v3-pink-medx.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/v3-pink-medx.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For being a great little girl this year, Santa brought me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113570087428386566?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113570087428386566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113570087428386566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113570087428386566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113570087428386566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-xmas.html' title='For Xmas'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113519057458712318</id><published>2005-12-21T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:44:21.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE READ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seoultrain.com/"&gt;http://www.seoultrain.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hrnk.org/TheHiddenGulag-press.pdf"&gt;http://www.hrnk.org/TheHiddenGulag-press.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113519057458712318?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113519057458712318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113519057458712318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113519057458712318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113519057458712318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/seoul-train.html' title='Seoul Train'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113512421568161135</id><published>2005-12-20T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:31:25.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brokeback Mountain": A Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;so did you think more about the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and I came to the CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;YES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;that it is an INCREDIBLY tragic love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;AS DID I&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;AS DID I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize while watching it, however looking back it is SUPER tragic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;VERY Tragic indeed&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Due To Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;indeed&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and I was thinking about the wives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;AND in the process it ruined ALL these people's LIVES&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;very tragic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;I liked Jack's wife a lot actually&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;cause she somewhat knew and didn't blame him&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;rather she accepted it as much as she could... ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;Ennis' wife on the other hand, I felt sorry for her&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;cause she loved him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;can't believe what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT it WAS VERY true to real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;is that HOW IT IS with couples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;if it is REALISTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;like the dynamics of the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;if that was realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;THESE two were TOTALLY desperate&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and FRUSTRATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;ah~&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;they didn't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and they were violent with each other&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;because they loved each other so much BUT could NOT be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and that's what made them enraged inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a lose-lose situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;So it only made them bitter and they took it out on each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;even though they LOVED each other SO much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY liked the scene at Jack’s parents'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;that was the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MOM KNEW what was going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;actually so did dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;Where as dad was in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;he knew but was in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and the mom was so supportive and loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;they didn't have much dialogue but there was SO much behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;good good acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I think they did a great job at it BECAUSE of that, the lack of dialogue but how you could read in between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes YOU did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;when he FOUND the jacket and HIS shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;it was very PRECIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;WITH both their BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;as if BONDED forEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD drawn by desperation and frustration of their LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;dude I WONDER what it's like to be in THAT situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I also LOVED the scene when they get together AFTER FOUR years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah that was intense&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to suck face SOOOOOOOOOOOO bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I thought THAT SCENE Was REALLY PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;IT was MORE than sucking face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;OC dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I first noticed their embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO OBVIOUSLY NOT just friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like they would not want to be ANYWHERE ELSE but there right then and there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and then they just couldn’t contain themselves&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;totally GOOD acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes I DEEM this OSCAR appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;AS DO I&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;And ALSO at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;I loved the subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;when he opens the closet door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and he has the shirts and the post card&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;the TEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;the tears&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;THE tears friend&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;THE tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, THAT was ESPECIALLY hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting how they portrayed Alma's boss being into her&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;cause we all expected her to get yelled at by her boss&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER he was kind... and that's how they TOLD US that he was into her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I liked how Ennis talked more than 3 words ONLY when he was with Jack&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;ONLY&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO need to say NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;They just show it how it is, no need for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I like Ang Lee&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I think he did a GREAT job with THOSE subtleties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes he SHO did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ALL implicit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah and that is REALLY hard to pull off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO NEED AT ALL to be explicit about every damn thing&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNEW AND FELT how THEY themselves felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway all in all it was a fantastic and beautiful movie&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same with this movie as to how I felt about Ray last year&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;I hope it wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;Me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;dude the scenery was really beautiful too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and notice how it was SHEEP...&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;symbolizing PURITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and INNOCENCE&lt;br /&gt;the scenery was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I was TOUCHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;what was your FAVORITE scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;it would be the SECOND time they get together at night&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;It was VERY tender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU could JUST see how they were communicating without words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;How Jack was reassuring&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;by touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and caressing&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;trying to making him feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah that was intense in a very NON INTENSE kinda way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and that everything was going to be ok&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;NO WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;that is what people NEEDS to do, shut the hell up and just DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;It was just like HOLD ME and don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;I just want to lay here besides you forEVER&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;This was a “Who-cares-about-the WORLD, it’s-just-the-TWO-of-us” Type of scene&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and I JUST LOVED how Jack was caressing and reassuring&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;and Ennis was trembling with fear and uncertainty and eventually FELT safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah all that mattered was them&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 says:&lt;br /&gt;and NOTHING else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113512421568161135?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113512421568161135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113512421568161135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113512421568161135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113512421568161135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/brokeback-mountain-conversation.html' title='&quot;Brokeback Mountain&quot;: A Conversation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113512047325453321</id><published>2005-12-20T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:16:38.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A precious movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain – Wonderfully written, beautifully made, an amazing performance by all the actors and actresses involved.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen a movie that made me feel so satisfied in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger and Jake (whatever his last name is) was just absolutely fantastic. They truly breathed life into these characters and made them REAL.  I was amazed at the powerful subtleties in this film. There were moments when characters had no dialogue but you KNEW what they were thinking and FELT what they were feeling. There was a realness that oozed out of their souls in their performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love was unexpected, undesirable and underestimated by both characters. This love would come to exist and flourish in the core of their souls through marriage, children and old age. As life happens, as change occurs, this love keeps their souls tied together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You must see this film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113512047325453321?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113512047325453321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113512047325453321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113512047325453321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113512047325453321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/precious-movie.html' title='A precious movie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113407995031451935</id><published>2005-12-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:12:30.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My favorite reality show is back!  Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell this season there are much more talented designers than last.&lt;br /&gt;And of course there is always that ONE bitchy one…  this season “the bitch” is Zulema Griffin.&lt;br /&gt;She had the audacity to take over the whole entire closet when she was supposed to share with the other girls.&lt;br /&gt;She has severe I-have-too-many-brothers-and-sisters-and-didn’t-get-enough-attention-when-I-was-a-child-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;She proclaimed she was the oldest of 7 and how she had to hand sew all her clothes because her parents didn’t buy her a sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL cares!  About 80% of us all come from ghetto ass backgrounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my predictions of who I feel will make it to top 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Emmet – Ralph Lauren meets D&amp;amp;G&lt;br /&gt;Nick – Urban chic&lt;br /&gt;Santino – Retro, edgy couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113407995031451935?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113407995031451935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113407995031451935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113407995031451935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113407995031451935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113399652286800573</id><published>2005-12-07T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:43:19.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new karaoke machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jay sometimes cracks my ass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of you that KNOW him, you have once or if lucky twice, seen his quiet, subtle, funny side that comes out when least expected. About two weeks ago, he was watching the Asian channel when a promotion came up saying if viewers were to complete an online survey, they could win a karaoke machine. He thought whether or not he should take that extra step in going up stairs, logging on, if it’s REALLY worth the effort of doing the survey. In deep thought, he came to the conclusion that 90% of the people that actually watch this channel are Asian, over 50 years old that are NOT very internet proficient. So he realized he probably had a pretty good chance of winning this karaoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later our new karaoke machine arrived (retail $400). We sang all night. It was very amusing indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113399652286800573?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113399652286800573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113399652286800573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113399652286800573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113399652286800573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-new-karaoke-machine.html' title='Our new karaoke machine'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113399539131197342</id><published>2005-12-07T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:43:15.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIP/TUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/niptuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/niptuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has been SO long since a show has captivated me as this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nip/Tuck.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly creative, raw, dark, sexual, shocking, insightful, twisted.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113399539131197342?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113399539131197342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113399539131197342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113399539131197342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113399539131197342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/12/niptuck.html' title='NIP/TUCK'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113322020842019344</id><published>2005-11-28T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:27:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My niece Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/hannah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/hannah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;isn't she so cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113322020842019344?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113322020842019344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113322020842019344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113322020842019344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113322020842019344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-niece-hannah.html' title='My niece Hannah'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113319508697178420</id><published>2005-11-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:33:35.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So we had a quiet Thanksgiving this year with my parents. The four of us did it Korean style with kalbee and little home made potstickers. The weekend before I had to make a 25 pound turkey for a potluck which led me to become totally disgusted with turkey and everything in relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;After dinner we rented a couple of Korean dvd's '3-Iron' and 'JSA'. Remember we were watching these with MY parents. There was a scene in '3-Iron' where the main character jerks off and I would have to say it was the most awkward 3 minutes of my life watching this happen with my parents RIGHT THERE. My dad proceeded to do the "I am feeling really awkward" cough. I looked over at Jay and we gave eachother the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;All in all it was a good turkey day. I am back to being miserable at work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113319508697178420?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113319508697178420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113319508697178420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113319508697178420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113319508697178420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-update.html' title='Thanksgiving update'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113276797874459829</id><published>2005-11-23T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:52:16.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Women Dipping into Soy Sauce</title><content type='html'>Anonymous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, what is your take on the Asian guy with a 'cracker' girl? Curious to know, since I am a 'blondie' and the love of my life is 'sushi' (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'Cracker girl':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There really is ONE thought on this matter, that a blondie =  the ultimate prize for an Asian man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113276797874459829?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113276797874459829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113276797874459829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113276797874459829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113276797874459829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/white-women-dipping-into-soy-sauce_23.html' title='White Women Dipping into Soy Sauce'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113259902540429107</id><published>2005-11-21T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:50:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Men Dipping into Soy Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More and more, I am witnessing the white man dipping into soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;How has this phenomena gotten so out of hand?  I see my fellow Asian brothers struggling to get one date and these soy sauce addicted white men have come to invade the forbidden territory.  I come to ask WHY? &lt;br /&gt;Is it truly because of the stereotypes that Asian women are the hottest of female species; Asian women know how to take care of  a man; Asian women have that sumthin sumthin called personality and spice?  Do white men REALLY know what they are getting themselves into? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;White men, here are some points you should keep in mind in dating an Asian woman.&lt;br /&gt;We may seem “submissive” but that is merely a tool we use to ultimately get what WE want out of YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we ARE the hottest of the female species and that is why YOU become soy sauce addicts.&lt;br /&gt;Remember there are two types of soy sauce – GENERIC and GRADE A.  We have the knowledge to differentiate, but tragically YOU can’t tell us apart in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that Asian women know how to receive, maintain and grasp the upper hand in SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;Dating an Asian women with sass and brains come with a price.  If you do us wrong, you should consider quietly moving to a different country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So white men, if you choose to venture into this forbidden territory, be mindful of the risks involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113259902540429107?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113259902540429107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113259902540429107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113259902540429107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113259902540429107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/white-men-dipping-into-soy-sauce.html' title='White Men Dipping into Soy Sauce'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113217903859072800</id><published>2005-11-16T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:10:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 List</title><content type='html'>There is an URGENCY and NEED to compile a top 10 list of the madness I witness at work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.  It is 30 degrees outside, you should NOT be wearing flip flops, shorts and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Does a 30 inch ponytail compensate for the baldness?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pajamas and bed hair, NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cosby sweaters have been banned since 1985.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Lion slippers are ok when you’re 6, AT HOME, not when you’re 35 AT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Just cause a female employee smiles that does NOT mean she wants you to ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Is it necessary to have 23 monitors and 80 hard drives in your office?  Really, is it?&lt;br /&gt;8.  A collection of 300 empty coke cans in your office does NOT equate COOL.&lt;br /&gt;9.  It’s definitely not a fashion statement to wear free or purchased company logo t-shirts every bleeding day.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Is it necessary to email an officemate when he / she is sitting right there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113217903859072800?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113217903859072800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113217903859072800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113217903859072800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113217903859072800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-10-list.html' title='Top 10 List'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113198629935517118</id><published>2005-11-14T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:45:43.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>520 bridge sucks ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This weekend was kind of crazy. Jay's cousin came into town from LA with an interesting Korean friend that has quite the collection of belt buckles and scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I puked in Jay's car. It was really really really bad. There is NO where to pull over on the damn 520 bridge (freaking hate that damn bridge) and I couldn't contain it any longer and ended up puking all over myself, the dashboard and some of it got into the heating vent. Jay finally was able to pull over in Medina and I finished puking up the rest of my 2 glasses of wine, 2-3 shots of tequila, a few bites of spaghetti and some bread. I can usually contain my alchohol pretty well but Friday night sucked. I think the trick is to eat before taking shots. The funny thing is I wasn't drunk at all. It just made me really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jay upon returning home cleaned my puke up from his car. There were chunks and Jay stated that I need to chew my food. This was the second time he had to do this (the first time it was in my car when we were just dating). Poor, poor Jay. When a man cleans your puke you know that's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113198629935517118?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113198629935517118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113198629935517118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113198629935517118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113198629935517118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/520-bridge-sucks-ass.html' title='520 bridge sucks ass'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113172639504207270</id><published>2005-11-11T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:26:35.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Libra and a Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;is the only inanimate sign of the zodiac, all the others representing either humans or animals. There is a mellowness and sense of relaxation in the air as mankind enjoys the last of the summer sun and the fruits of his toil. Librans too are among the most civilized of the twelve zodiacal characters and are often good looking. They have elegance, charm and good taste, are naturally kind, very gentle, and lovers of beauty, harmony (both in music and social living) and the pleasures that these bring.&lt;br /&gt;They have good critical faculty and are able to stand back and look impartially at matters which call for an impartial judgment to be made on them. But they do not tolerate argument from anyone who challenges their opinions, for once they have reached a conclusion, its truth seems to them self-evident; and among their faults is an impatience of criticism and a greed for approval. But their characters are on the whole balanced, diplomatic and even tempered.Librans are sensitive to the needs of others and have the gift, sometimes to an almost psychic extent, of understanding the emotional needs of their companions and meeting them with their own innate optimism - they are the kind of people of whom it is said, "They always make you feel better for having been with them." They are very social human beings. They loathe cruelty, viciousness and vulgarity and detest conflict between people, so they do their best to cooperate and compromise with everyone around them, and their ideal for their own circle and for society as a whole is unity.&lt;br /&gt;Their cast of mind is artistic rather than intellectual, though they are usually too moderate and well balanced to be avant garde in any artistic endeavor. They have good perception and observation and their critical ability, with which they are able to view their own efforts as well as those of others, gives their work integrity.In their personal relationships they show understanding of the other person's point of view, trying to resolve any differences by compromise, and are often willing to allow claims against themselves to be settled to their own disadvantage rather than spoil a relationship. They like the opposite sex to the extent of promiscuity sometimes, and may indulge in romanticism bordering on sentimentality. Their marriages, however, stand a good chance of success because they are frequently the union of "true minds". The Libran's continuing kindness toward his or her partner mollifies any hurt the latter may feel if the two have had a tiff. Nor can the Libran's spouse often complain that he or she is not understood, for the Libran is usually the most empathetic of all the zodiacal types and the most ready to tolerate the beloved's failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAGONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;have a natural charisma and it is unlikely that you would fade into the background or escape unnoticed at a party. You are lively company, interested in the world around you and excited by new possibilities. You have great energy and self-confidence and know how to create an impression. Many dragon people are exhibitionists, full of energy and enthusiasm; they are also proud, which is sometimes interpreted by onlookers as arrogance. It is true that you are sure of yourself and enjoy being the center of attention, but you also have a brave and charitable side to your character. If a friend is faced by a problem or dilemma you sill be there to offer help, and when others might withdraw you will step forward to help resole the situation with authority and dignity. In fact, you apply yourself whole-heartedly to most situations and if you become frustrated with others it is only because they do not have your stamina or skills. You demand high standards of yourself and are surprised when others cannot keep up with you; in your drive to complete the task you fail to see their weaknesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrohoroscopes.com/fun/fortunecookie.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Chinese say that heaven and earth are balanced in the life of someone born in this year, and success certainly seems to follow you. You are decisive and frank, capable and also lucky. As well as being blessed with good fortune, you are also an able judge of situations, stepping in at the right moment with an exciting or creative scheme. You can be quick-tempered and obstinate, and sometimes too outspoken, but there is usually good advice in your criticisms or suggestions. You believe that you are acting with good intentions and are confident of a positive outcome, and more often than not events work out as you hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an impressive presence and it is not unusual for you to have a string of admirers who are drawn by your charisma. You are attractive and know how to charm, so before long your partner will be under your spell. It is easy for you for find romance, but hard for you to settle down - numerous love affairs are not uncommon for those born in the Year of the Dragon. You do not set out to conquer someone romantically and then leave them for a new challenge, it is just that you are disappointed when you uncover weakness. You are frustrated by emotional over-dependence or indecision, and will eventually set off in search of a new and exciting romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy positions of responsibility and your presence does command attention. You know how to gain respect, and being in charge or giving orders comes naturally; fortunately, most people accept your authority. It is important for you to have new challenges and freedom of movement; when you feel trapped by your career or at the mercy of other people's decisions you are likely to pack your bags and leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113172639504207270?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113172639504207270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113172639504207270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113172639504207270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113172639504207270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-libra-and-dragon.html' title='I&apos;m a Libra and a Dragon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113164080529990715</id><published>2005-11-10T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:40:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 – 30 second glance, and possibly a second peep…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In conversation with a co-worker of mine, he told me how ALL MEN do the 2 – 30 second glance for every female species that walks by them.  He calls it the 2 – 3- second “vertical peripheral vision“ aka VPV.  I asked him what determines whether a girl is a 2 seconder or a 30 seconder.  He stated the 2 second glance can be interpreted in two ways.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1.  She is SO hot that he doesn’t want to “get caught” glancing so he does the 2 second glance WHICH THEN leads to the peep afterwards, when the situation allows him to be more discreet.&lt;br /&gt;2. His VPV isn’t all that into what is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A 30 seconder is usually the case of “I can’t believe what I see - I must keep looking to confirm what I see – I am willing to risk her thinking I am creepy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, here are some more insights into this VPV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When a man is walking behind you it is guaranteed that will do the VPV scan of your backside from the tip of your head to the tip of your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When you walk past two men walking together it is guaranteed they BOTH will do the VPV scan and talk about you to each other after you pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A man will take the necessary steps to achieve the VPV of your front, back, side, all angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If a man sees what he LIKES during the VPV scan, he will ALWAYS proceed to the peep at a later discreet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It is claimed the VPV is a part of every man’s nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113164080529990715?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113164080529990715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113164080529990715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113164080529990715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113164080529990715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-30-second-glance-and-possibly-second.html' title='2 – 30 second glance, and possibly a second peep…'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113157613346869866</id><published>2005-11-09T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:42:13.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/hands2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/hands2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" A man wants to be a woman's first love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A woman wants to be a man's last romance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113157613346869866?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113157613346869866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113157613346869866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113157613346869866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113157613346869866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favorite-quote_09.html' title='My favorite quote'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113156222457420178</id><published>2005-11-09T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:01:31.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I wish to be today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/the_smell_of_salt_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/the_smell_of_salt_air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish to be in a far away place&lt;br /&gt;Where I can be happy with thinking nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be at a side walk café&lt;br /&gt;Where I can sit with a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be on a sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;Where I can feel the warmth of the rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish to be in silence&lt;br /&gt;Where I can escape from the chaos in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish to be free&lt;br /&gt;Where I can truly be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113156222457420178?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113156222457420178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113156222457420178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113156222457420178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113156222457420178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-i-wish-to-be-today.html' title='Where I wish to be today...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113155329619931808</id><published>2005-11-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:23:22.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/1600/hands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/276/1214/320/hands.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hand in Mine&lt;br /&gt;My hand in His&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113155329619931808?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113155329619931808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113155329619931808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113155329619931808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113155329619931808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113149501097968713</id><published>2005-11-08T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:11:39.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would possess a man to desire a sexless, loveless marriage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A friend of mine has known this guy for many years, He’s seen her through all her relationships and has managed to roam outside the periphery of all of them. He’s met her boyfriends and even hung out with many of them. We’ve always known he was secretly in love with my friend. However in discussion recently he told her he wants to marry her. Even though she DOES NOT love him, he declares that he still desires her and wants her as his wife. She has made it clear to him that it will be a sexless, loveless marriage. Yet he still is adamant about his desires to marry her. What posses him to do this? Is he crazy? Is he totally desperate? Is he just plain stupid? Is he in love with just the idea of her? OR could THIS be UNCONDITIONAL pure love? A love in which he desires NOTHING from her in return?  It seems so selfish and selfless at the same time.  I can't quite figure it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113149501097968713?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113149501097968713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113149501097968713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113149501097968713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113149501097968713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-would-possess-man-to-desire.html' title='What would possess a man to desire a sexless, loveless marriage?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113148932845034704</id><published>2005-11-08T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:35:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Angry Woman's Words... (who happens to be a friend of mine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fucking irrational,immature, idiotic, imbecilic, emotionally retarded, trailer trash  asshole!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Men, try your best not to piss of an Asian (esp. Korean) woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113148932845034704?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113148932845034704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113148932845034704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113148932845034704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113148932845034704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-angry-womans-words-who-happens-to.html' title='One Angry Woman&apos;s Words... (who happens to be a friend of mine)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113147078502061710</id><published>2005-11-08T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:26:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was watching Oprah last night and she will be having her annual "Favorite Things" episode this month.  I decided to compile my OWN list of my &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE THINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My black cashmere sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My silver pointy toe flat mules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sarah Brightman "Eden" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UGG slippers (gift from my brother and sister in law)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Current read "A Million Little Pieces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tiffany silver pen (gift from my girlfriends a few years ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sugar Shea  Butter (fresh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pepperidge Farm Apple Turnovers (baked in the oven for exactly 17 minutes at 400)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weekly lunches with my two very close girlfriends (this week we went to Ft. St. George)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My new patent leather shoes (they look great with fishnets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My favorite pair of Antik jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Crepes at that crepe stand in Pike Place that's next to the mini donut stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113147078502061710?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113147078502061710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113147078502061710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113147078502061710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113147078502061710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/laurens-favorite-things.html' title='Lauren&apos;s Favorite Things'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113140627379082334</id><published>2005-11-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:29:35.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the Glove Compartment of One Particular Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know a man and in his glove compartment he possesses at ALL times the "You never know what might happen Toothbrush" (in talking about the toothbrush again) and the "Better safe than sorry Condom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it optimistic that men in some particular instances men indeed do plan ahead. Maybe, just maybe this means they DO have the potential to plan ahead when it comes to things that don't pertain to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-E-X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. JUST maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113140627379082334?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113140627379082334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113140627379082334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113140627379082334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113140627379082334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/inside-glove-compartment-of-one.html' title='Inside the Glove Compartment of One Particular Man...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18731410.post-113140283878997542</id><published>2005-11-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:29:06.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toothbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In discussing The Toothbrush, my dear friend J and I came to the realization that this little plastic thing with bristles holds MUCH meaning. The toothbrush is used by men to in many ways to communicate with YOU without REALLY having to communicate. It can convey their most deep thoughts about you and the relationship. Here are my random Toothbrush thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A man hands you a toothbrush that's wrapped in plastic with the name of a hotel on the package- He is NOT ALL that into you, he got this DISPOSABLE hard bristle toothbrush for FREE, you may have just been a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You go grocery shopping one day and he asks you to go with him to the toothbrush section where he asks you "which toothbrush do YOU like?" - He is not confident about where YOU stand and wants to gage where you see the relationship, to basically see if The Toothbrush step is where you would LIKE to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You wake up one morning from his place to see The Toothbrush next to his - He likes you and wants you to come VISIT more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You wake up one morning from his place to see The Toothbrush in it's OWN holder on the counter RIGHT next to his AND it is YOUR favorite COLOR - He is VERY much INLIKE with you and wants to keep you as his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Toothbrush gets upgraded to a SONICARE - PLAIN and SIMPLE, He can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frien J had a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; Toothbrush that lived in Seattle that was thrown away. But it got replaced by another Toothbrush in Kirkland. It may not have as much wear and tear but she is beginning to like this new Toothbrush, she's starting to get used to breaking it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18731410-113140283878997542?l=laurenyrc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/feeds/113140283878997542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18731410&amp;postID=113140283878997542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113140283878997542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18731410/posts/default/113140283878997542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenyrc.blogspot.com/2005/11/toothbrush.html' title='The Toothbrush'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
