tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237390912024-03-08T04:06:11.768+08:00陳筠俽 Alice ChenA beautiful girl born in Taiwan tells you her story...Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1163380026201336262006-11-13T08:58:00.000+08:002006-11-13T09:09:06.526+08:00Airport<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_1102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_1102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Three months ago, my uncle Vincent left for Boston, USA to continue his study. All my family went to the airport with him. I miss him a lot because I really had a great time with him when he was home. He always played with me, taught me how to sing and dance, and took me outdoors. I wish I could grow up quickly and visit him at Boston someday. Please come home soon, my dear uncle Vincent!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1158372026565303092006-09-16T09:50:00.000+08:002006-09-16T10:00:26.576+08:00Gifts from Aunt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_1001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_1001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My aunt brought the Japanese clothes and the Disney Minnie's "ears" for me from her trip to Japan in early August. I am very happy and satisfied with the gifts. I am a little princess, right?Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145160306866919822006-04-16T12:03:00.000+08:002006-04-16T12:05:06.866+08:00Hot<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3060015.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3060015.jpg" border="0" /></a>The weather is so hot recently. I feel it like summer. How's your weather there, my readers? Wish all of you a nice beautiful joyful day!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145160175465264922006-04-15T12:01:00.000+08:002006-04-16T12:02:55.466+08:00William Shakespeare Sonnet 5<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3070028.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3070028.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Those hours, that with gentle work did frame</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Will play the tyrants to the very same</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>And that unfair which fairly doth excel:</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>For never-resting time leads summer on</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>To hideous winter and confounds him there;</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Then, were not summer's distillation left,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Nor it nor no remembrance what it was: </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet, </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. </strong></span></em>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145160085374413122006-04-14T11:58:00.000+08:002006-04-16T12:01:25.376+08:00Trip<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3060019.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3060019.jpg" border="0" /></a>My grandma plans to bring me to USA to visit my uncle Vincent, but my mom says I'm too young to take a long trip. Hope I can grow up quickly so that I can fly to see this world!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145158944856843652006-04-13T11:37:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:51:19.930+08:00My precious one<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9257.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_9257.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is a nice song performed by my uncle Vincent's favorite singer Celine Dion and written by Peer Astrom & Stephanie Bentley, produced by David Foster. Indeed, I'm the precious one for everybody!<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>My precious one, my tiny one</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Lay down your pretty head </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>My dearest one, my sleepy one </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>It's time to go to bed </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Just bow your head </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And give your cares to me </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Just close your eyes </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And fall into the sweetest dream </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Cuz in my loving arms </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>My precious one, my darling one </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Don't let your lashes weep </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>My cherished one, my weary one</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>It's time to go to sleep </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Just bow your head </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And give your cares to me </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Just close your eyes </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And fall into the sweetest dream </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Cuz in my loving arms </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>You're safe as you will ever be </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>So hush my dear and sleep </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And in your dreams </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>You'll ride on angels' wings </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>Dance with the stars </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And touch the face of god </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And if you should awake </strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>My precious one, my tiny one </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>I'll kiss your little cheek </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>And underneath the smiling moon </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"><strong>I'll sing you back to sleep</strong></span></em>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145159924133271142006-04-12T11:56:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:58:44.133+08:00Conformtable...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3120008.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3120008.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sleeping in my father's arms is the most blessed thing in the world. No worry in my heart. Everything is so calm. I'm the most lukcy baby in this world!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145159781340640402006-04-11T11:51:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:56:21.340+08:00Taiwan International Children's TV and Film Festival<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3210044.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3210044.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, it's already over in this year. Hope I can catch it next year. The media should work harder to offer children's good-quality shows. Anyway, I'm glad I don't watch news.<br /><br />The official website of Taiwan International Children's TV and Film Festival: <a href="http://www.pts.org.tw/~web01/kids_films/index_e.htm">http://www.pts.org.tw/~web01/kids_films/index_e.htm</a>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145158376184479942006-04-10T11:27:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:32:56.183+08:00The Haka Tung Bloosom Festival<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9480.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_9480.jpg" border="0" /></a>How do you know the spring has arrived in Taiwan? Take a day to visit the Haka Tung Bloosom Festival, then you will find out how beautiful Taiwan is! Hope my parents will bring me there! More information, please check <a href="http://www.hakka.gov.tw/Tung/">http://www.hakka.gov.tw/Tung/</a>.Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145159186416464162006-04-09T11:42:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:46:26.416+08:00Tired...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9087.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_9087.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, after playing all day, I have to admit that sometimes I do feel tired. But after a nap, my energy comes back fully again!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145159368618726542006-04-08T11:46:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:50:23.353+08:00William Shakespeare Sonnet 4<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3080035.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3080035.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"><strong>Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend<br />Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?<br />Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,<br />And being frank she lends to those are free.<br />Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse<br />The bounteous largess given thee to give?<br />Profitless usurer, why dost thou use<br />So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?<br />For having traffic with thyself alone,<br />Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.<br />Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,<br />What acceptable audit canst thou leave?<br />Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,<br />Which, used, lives th' executor to be.</strong></span></em>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145158659466433292006-04-07T11:33:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:37:39.466+08:00I wanna go out for fun!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9240.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_9240.jpg" border="0" /></a>I can't stand for staying at home all day now. I wanna go out to see the world as much as possible. But adults do not have as much energy as I do. What's wrong with them? Where do the energy go when we grow up?Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145158017595638612006-04-06T11:25:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:26:57.596+08:00Sleepy<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3070031.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3070031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, the spring has come. But I still feel sleepy in the morning. I know I'm not a good baby who always goes to bed early. I should change my bad habbit.Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145157917197956292006-04-05T11:11:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:25:17.210+08:00Taiwan's Social Welfare for Children and Juveniles<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3190036.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P3190036.jpg" border="0" /></a>In <a href="http://www.gio.gov.tw/taiwan-website/5-gp/yearbook/p238.html#3"><em>Taiwan Yearbook 2005</em></a>, published by the Government Information Office, you can find the improvement of social welfare for the children and juveniles by the government. I hope the government can do better to protect and take really good care of all the children in Taiwan. My wish is to make Taiwan a beautiful country full of children's laughters and smiles. Let's make it together!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1145157055557444462006-04-04T11:08:00.000+08:002006-04-16T11:10:55.586+08:00Children's Day<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P3060024.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/P3060024.jpg" border="0" /></a>Today is Children's Day in Taiwan. It's my day! All parents have the duty to take good care of their children, and all adults should improve the world better for us! It's not just about duty; it's about love. Please love all the children in the world! Make them happy as much as you can.Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143944937863551422006-04-03T10:23:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:28:57.863+08:00Hair<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_8193.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_8193.jpg" border="0" /></a>Why do I have so little hair? Did I inherit my family's feature? I had my haircut after one month of my birth. That's what I looked in that picture.Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143944586631625292006-04-02T10:18:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:23:06.633+08:00Milk and food<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_8145.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_8145.jpg" border="0" /></a>I enjoyed drinking milk in my Mom's arms when I was still a baby (well, I am a baby though...) Everyone knew I was hungry when I cried very loudly. Now I can eat many kinds of food except milk. It's so nice to grow up!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143944279979784362006-04-01T10:15:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:18:33.193+08:00William Shakespeare Sonnet 03<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_8106.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_8106.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest<br />Now is the time that face should form another;<br />Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,<br />Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.<br />For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb<br />Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?<br />Or who is he so fond will be the tomb<br />Of his self-love, to stop posterity?<br />Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee<br />Calls back the lovely April of her prime:<br />So thou through windows of thine age shall see<br />Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.<br />But if thou live, remember'd not to be,<br />Die single, and thine image dies with thee.Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143944108484635442006-03-31T10:11:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:15:08.486+08:00When I was young...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/DSCN1428.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/DSCN1428.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is what I looked when I was just born. I was so small, so peaceful, and so beautiful. The nurse took this picture for me. Thanks to her!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143943904366672422006-03-30T10:04:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:11:44.366+08:00Working parents<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_0004.3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/IMG_0004.3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mammy and Daddy have to work everyday. I know they work very hard because they want to offer me all the best. Please take good care of yourselves while you take good care of me. Thank you for loving me so much. I hope I can help you when I grow up!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143943485402083102006-03-29T10:01:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:04:45.403+08:00Uncle's room<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9786.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_9786.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>My uncle always played with me when he was at home. I like to play his credit cards. So many colors and pictures. I miss him a lot, and hope he can come home quickly!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143943268952826352006-03-28T09:57:00.000+08:002006-04-02T10:01:08.953+08:00Grandpa's store<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9768.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_9768.jpg" border="0" /></a>I like to go to Grandpa's store. It is full of many interesting things there. I also meet a lot of people there. I wish I could help Grandpa with his business very soon!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143943006991160862006-03-27T09:53:00.000+08:002006-04-02T09:56:47.000+08:00Dreaming<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/IMG_9743.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/320/IMG_9743.jpg" border="0" /></a> No body knows what I dream every night. I will tell you when I can talk.<br /></div>Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143308383061956652006-03-26T01:34:00.000+08:002006-03-26T01:39:43.063+08:00Take life easy!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/P1190490.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/P1190490.jpg" border="0" /></a> Life is full of fun! Sometimes people just forget about that so they couldn't enjoy their life most of the time. Be happy, then life is wonderful!<br /><br />I have no worry at all. Why should I? Because everyone loves me and I love them too!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23739091.post-1143308045518969042006-03-25T13:25:00.000+08:002006-03-26T01:34:05.520+08:00Playing<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/1600/PA150270.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4292/567/200/PA150270.jpg" border="0" /></a> As you know, all kids like playing all the time. Like all other babies in this world, I am full of energy all the time. I play day to night, even after my parents collapse on the bed. Why do people get tired so easily? Don't they find this world so interesting? I want to explore this world as much as I can. Everything to me is so funny and new!Vincenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17565972613346823004noreply@blogger.com0